<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:16:40.590+08:00</updated><category term='you douche'/><category term='Douchebag'/><category term='Oh it&apos;s you. 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You&apos;re still a douche though'/><category term='If I ever met someone like you'/><category term='Seriously'/><category term='Photo Post'/><category term='All of you are douches'/><title type='text'>Relevantness Is better</title><subtitle type='html'>You are here to read my leaden blog, it's up to you to think it's 'leading' or 'leaden', whatever, just say so in my cbox.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6424584098447708676</id><published>2010-07-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:56:49.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like I'm back here again. Now tumblr is being gay. Well, at least when one crashes I've got the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people react with shock when I tell them I eat the same thing everyday in school. Don't believe me? From the spice trail stall, Rice, Chicken and egg/fishcake. It costs $1.60/$1.20. I pay with a $2 note and take the 40/80cents that I receive as change and buy a soya bean drink. Almost everyday, I spend exactly $2 or $1.80. That's what I eat everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? I like routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6424584098447708676?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6424584098447708676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6424584098447708676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6424584098447708676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6424584098447708676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/07/looks-like-im-back-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6482829089156409540</id><published>2010-07-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:47:30.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW. Blogger has finally stopped being gay. But, actually I kind of like tumblr now. No, not that it's better than blogger, but I like seeing the Intervention or M107 whenever I log on. And more than that, I can set the&amp;nbsp;background&amp;nbsp;to anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I'll be staying there. But, if you like, I might update this blog every once in a while, or I might move back totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kukumaluishere.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://kukumaluishere.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm posting right now. So, click the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6482829089156409540?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6482829089156409540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6482829089156409540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6482829089156409540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6482829089156409540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4387382894826656170</id><published>2010-06-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:47:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Another Nerf war. It's amusing how 2 people can beat down 5. Sigh. This is supposed to be on Facebook but since I can't constantly edit a thread on a wall, I'll post it here instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;People Attending;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Aaron Allwood, Michelle Muk, Dorothy Leong, Anne Lee, Clarissa Ngiam, Gordon Oh, Daniel Choo, myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;People Assumed to be attending;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Elizabeth Goh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Time: 11am to 2pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Date: Thursday the 24th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Location: Pine Grove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No. of guns: 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The girls need 2 more players, or else they're going to get whooped. Again.&amp;nbsp;&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/2376382685853357795-4387382894826656170?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4387382894826656170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=4387382894826656170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4387382894826656170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4387382894826656170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-nerf-war.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8828131553491539546</id><published>2010-06-20T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:38:32.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nerf war post updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8828131553491539546?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8828131553491539546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8828131553491539546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8828131553491539546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8828131553491539546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/nerf-war-post-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-110734920620179386</id><published>2010-06-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:46:21.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm too negative. Ask me to tell you one thing about someone and I'll come up with something bad, even for myself. Does it depress me thinking negative every single time? No. It doesn't, I do it because it's true. If it sucks, it sucks. Why try to cover it up for the sake of someones feelings? Especially if that is what needs to be said. Of course, there are the exceptions, I grant you that. But anyway, lets say, a girl asks me if a certain dress makes her look fat or not (assume it does). If I lie and say no, then how? She'll walk around in that dress that makes her look fat. How is that good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-110734920620179386?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/110734920620179386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=110734920620179386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/110734920620179386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/110734920620179386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-too-negative.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-1157533631471261986</id><published>2010-06-12T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:50:26.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok seriously, I'm not talented in my Nerf rifles. Anyone would if they owned and used them for a long period of time. Well I suppose I am a gun junkie. No one would really spend lots of his own savings to buy more guns. But I've always been this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my cell for writing on that blue paper. Even though I suppose Rachel or Paul put you guys up to it, it still made me smile. I bet Regina didn't write on it though. She seems to have something against younger boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa what's up with you? Reading your blog post about how you got no friends. Jeez man. The whole YE is standing in the same room as you every Sunday. Well I'm not saying you should stop classifying me into the 'Immature Morons' category, I suppose I deserve it but it's not like brooding around writing on your blogs gonna get you some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can identify with you. I don't have a fixed group in 3C. Everybody in that class seemed to have set up walls to protect their cliques. It's like there's multiple Berlin Walls dividing the class into&amp;nbsp;separate groups. I suppose I can make friends, I just have to try really really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is, try harder. And if you don't like being dragged around by your friend, then tell her. It's no use keeping quiet. It's not like she's got mind reading capabilities. You've got two options, in my view,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Tell your current friend you dislike being dragged around like a&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;doll.&lt;br /&gt;2.Make new friends and ditch the old one.&lt;br /&gt;3.Make new friends and keep your old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take option one and you might severe the connection with her. You can hope and pray she's understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Option two means you pretty much ditch the old friend.&lt;br /&gt;Option three is happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well why do I bother. It's none of my business, and this might even cause a confrontation over MSN or sms. But I'm saying, try harder. Start small. Everybody loves pizza right? Even the Three Jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-1157533631471261986?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1157533631471261986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=1157533631471261986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1157533631471261986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1157533631471261986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/ok-seriously-im-not-talented-in-my-nerf_12.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-636634601821984408</id><published>2010-06-12T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:38:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another Luke and Gordon vs MGS girls Nerf war. It's amusing how 2 people can beat down 5. Sigh. This is supposed to be on Facebook but since I can't constantly edit a thread on a wall, I'll post it here instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People Attending; (so far)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron Allwood, Michelle Muk, Dorothy Leong, Anne Lee, Clarissa Ngiam, Gordon Oh, Daniel Choo, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Assumed to be attending;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Lim, Elizabeth Goh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: 1pm to 4pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: Friday the 24th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Location: Pine Grove&lt;br /&gt;No. of guns: 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-636634601821984408?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/636634601821984408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=636634601821984408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/636634601821984408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/636634601821984408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-luke-and-gordon-vs-mgs-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6200347864349485278</id><published>2010-06-08T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:10:27.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want a gas mask.&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TFrutE7FpUxIZM:http://www.approvedgasmasks.com/images/evo5000-mask.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I want it? Well, I want to make a statement. I want to stand in the middle of a crowd that's smoking, and then pull out my gas mask and put it on. Wouldn't it be cool? Standing there making the breathing sounds. Having everyone stare because I'm such a weirdo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6200347864349485278?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6200347864349485278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6200347864349485278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6200347864349485278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6200347864349485278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-gas-mask.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-916653671368446797</id><published>2010-06-08T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:52:09.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Lion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;                &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;locked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;b&gt;The witch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;              &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   &lt;b&gt;The wardrobe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-916653671368446797?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/916653671368446797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=916653671368446797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/916653671368446797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/916653671368446797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/lion-locked-witch-in-wardrobe.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8930741098308638853</id><published>2010-06-08T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:26:17.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 13px; font-family:helvetica, trebuchet, arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;"oh my, i think i'm kinda addicted to twilight and stuff. i was totally "against" it but after watching twilight, i realised that it's incredibly awesome. haha! i'm now finding new moon. waiting for eclipse and breaking dawn to be out! so so excited! totally cant wait! wish me best of luck! i want new moon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 13px; font-family:helvetica, trebuchet, arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 13px; font-family:helvetica, trebuchet, arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;That was Natalie (lin). I think it's Lin. Is it Lin? Haiz the Natalie that went to express and is friends with Cassandra something but ex-friends with Amanda Lai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 13px; font-family:helvetica, trebuchet, arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 13px; font-family:helvetica, trebuchet, arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, don't start hating things for no apparent reason. If not you'll find yourself contradicting yourself and people start asking you all sorts of weird questions and accusations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 13px; font-family:helvetica, trebuchet, arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 13px; font-family:helvetica, trebuchet, arial, verdana, tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Haiz those MGS girls. I think MGS should be renamed Madly Guai School. You never hear all the weird slut stories you get from other girls schools like CHIJ and SCGS. And the girls are just a bit too violent. They don't have weird bitching problems like some others I know form CHIJ. And they don't lie about everything. &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/2376382685853357795-8930741098308638853?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8930741098308638853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8930741098308638853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8930741098308638853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8930741098308638853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-i-think-im-kinda-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3678400332008063690</id><published>2010-06-05T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T02:55:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Canada is cool I guess. Like, literally. It's cold here. But not frostbite in your fingers cold. It just nips at your nose and extremities. Your feet and hands are permanently cold too. And it's always raining. Well most of the time. The clouds here seem to be on a mission to make me forget the sky is blue. Everyday they cover the sky, like some thick gray woolen blanket. Once in a while you get a few random hours of blue and sun, but they all go away quickly. It turns dark here only at 8 or 9pm. And, the timezone is different. If you're wondering, -11 hours from Singapore time or minus 3 hours from Singapore time and change the AM to PM. Anyway, it should be 2.46AM for you right now. It's only 11AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it' somewhat boring. Vancouver seems to be painted nothing but grey and the sky doesn't help. There is some sightseeing but nothing much, unless you like snow capped mountains that are barely covered in snow. Even if it's just the tips. One of the few good points I can bring up is that I bought Magstrike. Yes it's a Nerf gun. And yes I'm such an arse for buying it. But it's cool. Even if it's air powered and you need to pump it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag more la your. Read my blog then never tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3678400332008063690?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3678400332008063690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3678400332008063690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3678400332008063690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3678400332008063690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/06/canada-is-cool-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8953602243409246337</id><published>2010-05-29T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:39:57.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok update, from a few minutes ago lol.&lt;br /&gt;Another girl has shown up and she looks uncannily like Regina. When I saw her I thought Regina came to Taiwan as well, shocked the hell out of me. But anyway, she's too tall to be her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8953602243409246337?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8953602243409246337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8953602243409246337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8953602243409246337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8953602243409246337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-update-from-few-minutes-ago-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-764378918777268585</id><published>2010-05-29T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:20:17.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all you who read this blog. I'm typing this in Taiwan. Now wait I know, I am supposed to be in Canada. Well FYI I am in transit. So, I am blogging at some random free internet booth. And trust me, this keyboard I am using is frigging annoying. The keys are tiny and even now I am making constant typos. Moreover I cannot seem to find the aprostrophe button, and that is why you do not see any contractions. (e.g. youre, thats etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sat around wasting time for at least 6 hours. My mum told me that there was Free internet connection. Now, free internet connection means wifi, and wifi means surfing on your phone. Since I hate surfing on my phone, I did not do any net surfing. Thing is, my mum did say free internt connection, but not free computer use with internet. Like wth. Wasted my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allwood said that girls in Tawan are hot. Well I suppose I half agree with him because there are two girls using the booth next to mine. Now hang on not supermodel kind of hot but one of them would be considered not bad back in Singapore. If you are wondering, she is, no, not Jennifer Aniston hot but Viena hairstyle kind of hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops I am being a paedophile. But I am just saying, I see her, I think about her, then I forget her within minutes. See the difference? I am not being a Faisal here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, do not count on seeing anymore blog posts for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow I found the apostrophe button. Check it out: You're, Don't, That's, I'm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-764378918777268585?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/764378918777268585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=764378918777268585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/764378918777268585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/764378918777268585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-all-you-who-read-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8076489092509492806</id><published>2010-05-23T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:29:48.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's dead. Amanda Lai as I know her is dead. People tell stories of how some friends change until they are unrecognizable and I always think, 'wow, work up the drama would you?". But reflecting made me realize such a story materialized with Amanda Lai. Frankly it was more fun with her around than Viena. Amanda had more intellect :) But everyone has their good points. And Viena is equally fun, though in a different way. I suppose it's too late to bring Amanda back. Leave her, she's gone. Maybe she'll hit a wall someday and turn back. The best thing to do now is hope and make sure Viena doesn't go down the same way either. And when I mean go down the same way, I mean don't go down the gangster way. You know what I mean. Smoke, drugs, sex, alcohol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye Amanda. We'll probably never meet again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8076489092509492806?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8076489092509492806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8076489092509492806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8076489092509492806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8076489092509492806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-1033156486048124281</id><published>2010-05-20T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:43:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before you begin reading, I want you to read all the way to the end, even if you're angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Regina Pang, do you know how much I hate you? DO you? DO YOU?? You have no idea how much I detest you. Did you know I get irritated upon just seeing your face? I get pissed when you walk in a radius of 1m to me. DO YOU KNOW HOW ANGRY I GET WHEN YOU DARE TO SIT NEARBY? IT'S DISGUSTING!! YUCK! I WANNA PUKE!! I can smell you from the other end of the room and it gives me a headache. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait, why do I hate Regina Pang? Ummm.......actually I don't know. I just hate her. I don't know why. I just hate her for no reason at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I feel an urgent need to establish the fact I didn't mean it. I don't hate Regina Pang and I don't crush on her either. I said all those to add effect and weight to this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, does this sound familiar? Hating for no reason at all? I think that honestly it's really, really, really stupid. And even if you do have a good reason to hate, is it the right way to treat somebody? Is it the Christian way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us have reasons to hate. But is it correct? Hating will be the complete opposite of what we're supposed to do. How about instead of going to Heaven you take the complete opposite? You want? Of course not what. I mean, Regina means Queen of Heaven after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-1033156486048124281?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1033156486048124281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=1033156486048124281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1033156486048124281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1033156486048124281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/before-you-begin-reading-i-want-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-1411990400421926393</id><published>2010-05-20T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:27:12.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This story tells of a ambitious man who met a dean of a famous law college.&lt;div&gt;The young man told the dean that he wanted to study law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I want to be a lawyer and become famous for my wit and eloquence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I'll write some law books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll become rich and famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sit back and relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can grow old in comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that.......I.....I suppose I'll die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, after that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young man could not answer. He went home with the question ringing in his head. What would happen after he died? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what will happen after YOU die? I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-1411990400421926393?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1411990400421926393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=1411990400421926393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1411990400421926393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1411990400421926393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-story-tells-of-ambitious-man-who.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-126546445108616594</id><published>2010-05-20T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:22:19.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You walk into a clinic and sit down. You breathe the cold sanitized air that smells like crap and await your turn to see the doctor. This clinic is new and has only been set up a few days ago. However, at that point, a man walks in and tells you that the doctor has absolutely no credentials. Surprised, you ask how he knows. He replies that it doesn't matter, but this 'doctor' has no degree, no scholarship no nothing. So, how is it this man can fancy himself a doctor with no degrees in medicine? Well, his uncle was a medical man, his father was a professor in medicine, his grandfather was a doctor, his mother was a nurse and he was born in one of the best hospitals in the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think of such a doctor? You'd wonder how on earth is this guy stupid enough to think he's a doctor simply because his family is won't you? And you'll walk straight out of that clinic and probably file a complaint somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, this is because you know very well that knowledge in medicine is not hereditary, it is not passed down. You learn it yourself. Just because your dad was a doctor it doesn't mean you're one too right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, how many of us Christians say we are Christians simply because our fathers and grandfathers were Christians too. Know this if you're dumb enough to think the above. God does not have grandchildren, only children. Faith is not hereditary, it is not passed down either. It is personal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-126546445108616594?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/126546445108616594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=126546445108616594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/126546445108616594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/126546445108616594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-walk-into-clinic-and-sit-down.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-1795837464341608475</id><published>2010-05-19T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:39:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you honestly, honestly, honestly call this music? click the links&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvf--10EYXw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvf--10EYXw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdB3Oyd5HtU&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdB3Oyd5HtU&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_SI2EDM6Lo&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_SI2EDM6Lo&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4m48GqaOz90"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4m48GqaOz90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is music? You call this music? This isn't music, it's a bunch of people supplementing beats. What's so nice about these songs? It's the beat. The guitars, drums, and other weird electronic instruments is what makes these songs so nice. But then, if all you like is the beat, then what's the point of the 'singers'? They shouldn't be called singers anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially 3oh!3. Most hopeless moronic idiots ever. I mean, just listen; "Nice legs, daisy dukes that's how they come through" They aren't singing they are shouting those damned words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhan Hao tried to defend heavy metal by saying there is actually a skill in shouting. Skill my ass. That's like saying you require skill to sweep the floor or use a rocket launcher in Halo 2. Come on anyone can scream and shout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no wonder our parents can't appreciate our music. They don't understand that it is the beat you're after and not the 'singing'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I am not turning my back on these songs, I'm just pointing out how easy it is to become famous in the music industry. you don't even need a talent in singing anymore! All you need is to dance well, be able to talk lots of shit and have an endless supply of hot girls in their underwear to supplement your so called music video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the reason why I have techno songs in my phone though. Why I have techno is because techno is easy to listen to. Anyone short of our parents can groove along to techno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is shit. All those 'singers' are failures. In fact why they are famous is because they sold their souls to the devil. Think I'm crazy? Think again. This is very real. People sell their souls to Satan in exchange for fame and money. All these, called occultism, is actually just Satanism. Living your life for Satan. And IT IS NO JOKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, all of you are too stupid to understand what I'm trying to say. You just think I'm an idiot. Nope. I'm afraid you're the idiot, but who cares? Rule number one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-1795837464341608475?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1795837464341608475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=1795837464341608475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1795837464341608475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1795837464341608475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-honestly-honestly-honestly-call.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-7725967184024886734</id><published>2010-05-16T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:22:26.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody once asked me, do you like talking to boys or girls more?&lt;div&gt;The politically correct answer would be boys, so I said boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But frankly, I rather talk to girls. Now wait a second I'm not a flirt. Let me explain why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you ever get bored of the things you do? When you see what someone else is doing you wish you were doing that. Take CCA for example. Kim wants to be in Red Cross. She's bored of NCC sea. But I'd bet my money that if she was in Red Cross she would have regretted and wanted to join NCC sea instead. See? Get my point? The grass is always greener on the other side metaphor applies here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my point is that, what's new and different from what you have or know well is, to your mind, better and more 'fun'. So, why I like talking to girls more is because I've been talking to boys for almost my entire life. And now I find it's nicer to talk to girls than boys because;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Girls have more verbal intellect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a verbal fight, they would stand their ground and fight it out to the bitter end. However, a boy would stupidly end the lovely argument with a 'f*ck you la' which is totally unintellectual and plain stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Girls have different talking styles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is interesting to me because when you have known and explored everything in boys conversations, another area, girls conversations is much more interesting. Because it's new. And unexplored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Girls usually can understand what I'm driving at, even if they say it's too chim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys never understand. They just start calling me nerdy and too smart etc., failing to see my point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, for girls like Viena, I'm not referring to her because Viena you're kind of witless. Seriously. By witless I mean something like slow. Like really slow. You're flattered at &lt;b&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/b&gt; I say and it's boring to argue with you. The only thing that's fun with you around is how I get to shoot you down about who is smarter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, this is very general. Sometimes girls don't understand and guys do. Like Nick and Allwood. I probably can talk to them about lots of things both e.g. Celeste or Regina cannot fathom. So yeah. This is general, and definitely not constructed to insult anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-7725967184024886734?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7725967184024886734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=7725967184024886734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7725967184024886734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7725967184024886734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/somebody-once-asked-me-do-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3790165005976387287</id><published>2010-05-12T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:04:29.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know what many girls fail in? Tactical Nerf warfare. Seriously. They have only 3 actions, forward, backward and shoot. And even so they spend more time running backwards and almost every shot misses. Even at close range, they are liable to miss because they wield the Nerf guns with only one hand. The most complicated tactic I've seen them produce is; run forward, shoot, run back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when I was outnumbered, all I had to do to win was, take a roundabout route or flank them, then shoot them leisurely in the back. I pulled off that tactic for every single match we had and they never once got it in their heads to make someone watch their backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there are those girls who do know and stand out. But these are somewhat hard to find. Most girls just point and shoot like automated sentry guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually quite amusing to see 6 girls trying to kill 2 guys and the two guys winning. So anyway, today is Wednesday, the same thing is going to happen on Thursday, tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3790165005976387287?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3790165005976387287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3790165005976387287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3790165005976387287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3790165005976387287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-know-what-many-girls-fail-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-364496969023098186</id><published>2010-05-10T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:36:17.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"i nvr buy anything for me ah D:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just one of the many examples of Viena's super fail grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But don't worry Viena Xin Yi is much worse. Every single one of her Facebook wall post has some sort of error in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-364496969023098186?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/364496969023098186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=364496969023098186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/364496969023098186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/364496969023098186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-nvr-buy-anything-for-me-ah-d-just-one.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3225286032522766932</id><published>2010-05-10T17:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:10:13.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I suggest you do this, go to wiki and search your own name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But wait, Viena don't bother because all you'll find is the history of the city Vienna which is somewhat boring for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, if you're too lazy, I'll tell you some of the results I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; was invented by the Anglo Irish write Jonathan Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; for Esther Vanhomrigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, whom Swift had met in 1708 and whom he tutored. The name was created by taking "Van" from Vanhomrigh's last name and adding "Essa", the pet form of Esther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The name Paul is derived from Paulus, which means small or humble in Latin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The name Aaron means 6 things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Pregnancy - In Hebrew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. From the mountain - In Hebrew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. High mountain - In Arabic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. One of light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. From Hebrew, possibly meaning "bearer of martyrs",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Related to the Ancient Egyptian aha rw ("warrior lion", or possibly "elevated", "exalted" or "high mountain").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regina means queen or queen of heaven, which is rather boring, so I'll tell you what else the name has been used for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A Canadian frigate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A steel canaler that sank during the Great Lakes Storm of 1913&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A vacuum cleaner company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A Swedish model of a train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Suite of mathematical software for three-manifold topologists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. 50 Infantry Division Regina, an Italian infantry division of World War II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. A snake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Many other songs, plays and bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark means, consecrated to the god Mars [o.O]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas means, Victory of the People or Power of the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celeste shares her name with a porn actress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan means, God has given. Specifically, Yahweh, God of Israel, coincidentally my God too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constance, means constant (LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Konstanz, a German city, is pronounced the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona is actually an invented name, but considered to mean white or fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel means either ewe, or one with purity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carmen is an entire paragraph, so i'll copy paste from wiki;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carmen is a unisex given name that represents two names taken as one. Its original root is Italian and Spanish, used as a diminutive nickname for Carmel and Carmelo respectively, from Hebrew karmel, "garden." The second and more recent origin is from Latin carmen, which means "song," "tune," or "poem" and is also the root of the English word charm. While in English the name is unisex, in Italian and in Spanish it is generally female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda means, having to be loved, deserving to be loved or worthy of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elizabeth or Elisabeth is the Greek translation of the Hebrew name Elisheva, meaning "my God is an oath, "God's promise,"  "oath of God," or "I am God's daughter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne also spelled Ann is a form of the Latin female given name Anna. This in turn is a representation of the Hebrew Hannah or Hanani, meaning 'God has favoured me'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gordon is thought to be Celtic for "great hill" from the Celtic words "gor" which means "great" and "dun" which means "hill".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ian", "Iain", or "Eian" is the Scottish Gaelic version of the name John.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubert is a Germanic given name, from hug "mind" and beraht "bright".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James means, hold the heel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke just means, bright. YEAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3225286032522766932?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3225286032522766932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3225286032522766932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3225286032522766932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3225286032522766932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-suggest-you-do-this-go-to-wiki-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8647033903360979645</id><published>2010-05-10T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:31:55.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know what reminds me of Jonathan Teo? Any CoD game.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asience, reminds me of Viena,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A joke about fat people, Bryan Chua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rugby, Allwood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any CHIJ school, Regina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sardines, Kim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bikes, Ian Lim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Bird from Sesame Street, Hubert Lim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pac Man, Nicholas Tan(church)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gandalf from Lord Of the Rings, my eldest brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Albert Park, the MGS girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Badminton, Lax Miaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry, Amanda Lai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody who is a small kid and very annoying, Vanessa Ghui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Socks on the arms, Vanessa CHIU(there, your identity hasn't been changed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy Soh from Fairfield, reminds me of my cousin, Joy Loh in Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirteen from House Season 5, reminds me of Constance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pink Panther, Huang Jinping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8647033903360979645?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8647033903360979645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8647033903360979645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8647033903360979645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8647033903360979645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/know-what-reminds-me-of-jonathan-teo.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3645554531448889554</id><published>2010-05-10T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:16:27.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I'm back from Nepal. And if you think I've changed, guess what? Nope. Not one bit. Didn't even change either physically or mentally. Yup, I'm still the same old spiteful guy who likes to ruin your day with sarcasm. So, don't expect any difference in me because I wasn't even tanned by the sun, nor had any sunburn or anything else. The only thing is that I managed to get a throat infection on the second last day and I brought it with me into Singapore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I suppose the only good things I managed to bring back with me was a very powerful LED flashlight, a book on Gurkhas and an entire collection of House episodes ranging from Season 1 to Season 5. Yeah! House rocks. But sadly I left it in Zhan Haos(a roommate) suitcase and forgot to take it back at the airport. Of course, along with over a hundred photos in my phone and two videos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know all of you will be asking how was Nepal, so I'll answer your questions here and if you ask me in real life I'll just tell you read my blog. OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Nepal was OK I guess, better than some other countries such as Cambodia. Temperature, was great most of the time. Usually it's perfect except at night, where it gets really cold without a jacket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weather was fine mostly, didn't rain throughout the whole week except twice, once on the second day and once more in the wee hours of the morning of the fifth day. But there was hail too, and it was pretty boring actually. All I got to see was puny pea sized balls falling and rattling against the corrugated roof. I picked up some by the way, the ice is really dirty, it's all opaque, not like the kind in your freezer, so clean and clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lodgings, was alright too. I stayed at two different places, 4 days in a resort(Nagarkot) and the remaining 2 in a Kathmandu hotel called Manang. Other than having to put up with constantly wet toilets, daily blackouts and invasion of insects/arachnids, the hotel/resort was fine. Oh and did I mention? Whenever there was a freaking huge spider we caught it, trapped it in a matchbox and cremated it alive. And for your information, all the spiders and insects at Nepal have paid 50cents to be up-sized dramatically. However, it was fun to watch the spider die slowly or suffocate on the flames. MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food? Frankly it mostly sucked, the bread at Manang tasted weird. And at the resort it was always the same thing, red curry chicken with rice and some other dishes. However, there was one morning where we had omelettes for breakfast. That was fantastic. Especially after dumping salt and pepper all over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roomings? My roommates were fine, Timothy Chiam and Zhan Hao. They're ok I guess, could be worse. We three shared some funny experiences, like when Chiam got so freaked out by a massive spider in the bathroom and me predicting that in a few minutes Zhan Hao would start swearing about the sudden lack of water while he was showering. (and he did, btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scenery, was plain after the third day. Unless you like watching clouds, there wasn't much to see. I didn't really see the mountains properly either. All I managed to get was a shadow and an outline of what I thought was Everest. But even so, that lasted only a few seconds as there was a small break in the obscuring clouds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, pretty much ok. Nothing fantastic and nothing lousy. A balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3645554531448889554?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3645554531448889554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3645554531448889554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3645554531448889554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3645554531448889554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2869885589740860630</id><published>2010-05-01T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:55:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Know what? I know ten correct facts about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are the 10 facts about you;&lt;br /&gt;1.You're reading my post&lt;br /&gt;2.Now your thinking that was a stupid fact&lt;br /&gt;4.You didn't notice that I skipped 3&lt;br /&gt;5.You're checking it now&lt;br /&gt;6.Your smiling&lt;br /&gt;7.You're still reading my post&lt;br /&gt;8.You know all you have read is true&lt;br /&gt;10.You didn't notice I skipped 9&lt;br /&gt;11.Your checking right now&lt;br /&gt;12.You forgot there were only supposed to be 10 facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2869885589740860630?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2869885589740860630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2869885589740860630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2869885589740860630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2869885589740860630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/05/know-what-i-know-ten-correct-facts.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-482050315203284127</id><published>2010-04-29T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:05:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My class form teacher has bothered to start this thing called the Angel and Mortal game. Oh come on it's so fail. Everything everyone writes is so nice and dandy, and on equally nice and dandy colorful paper. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to write something different. I shall be different. I refuse to follow the rules of the game, I refuse to accept the fact that you're supposed to be nice. I refuse to follow everyone else and I will use lousy foolscap paper instead of nice colored paper, just to be different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go out of my way to be different. I want to be. Isn't it all so annoying how people act so nice when they totally don't mean it? Oh please as if all those people who sing 'We are the World' actually give two shits about the environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man's greed will always be greater than any other driving force. Right now, we could be curbing Global warming, and a meal could cost less than $1. The world will be a good place. But that will never happen. Why? Any motivation to do something, is always, always, ALWAYS outweighed by man's greed. Think, in a crisis, businessmen would still want to earn profits correct? No matter how dire a situation, men will still desire for profit of money. And that is why, no charity, no movement, nothing done out of generosity will ever work for extended periods. Unless of course it is backed by religion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I can hear you talking about Service Learning. Oh shut up. Look, why we all do it, is because we don't have a freaking choice whether you want to do it or not. And moreover, even if that's not the reason, you do it for CIP hours, which ultimately still accounts to your greed. Almost everything you do for more money can point back to your greed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world will never succeed. Man is doomed. Humanity is ultimately shattered and there is no hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother told me this, it's a set of rules that can explains Man's erratic and idiotic behavior. But, he only told me one rule. And that rule is that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule Number 1: "All people are morons, including YOU"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. You, my friend, you are a moron. I'm more than sure you have done something completely moronic, and you probably know that what you're doing is moronic but yet you still do it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule number one explains almost everything. Why do people bother to burn paper for their dead ancestors? Rule number one. Why do girls wear FBT in cold weather? Rule number one. Why is it teenagers smoke and take drugs? Rule number one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what do you care? Yes, close this window and go back to your life of ignorance and stupidity and blindness. Go back and preoccupy yourself with whatever moronic things you need to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-482050315203284127?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/482050315203284127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=482050315203284127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/482050315203284127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/482050315203284127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-class-form-teacher-has-bothered-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2307241791586451011</id><published>2010-04-29T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:37:03.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's annoying when guys around me start showing off their masculinity. Of course, if it's only occasional then it's fine. But coincidentally, I overheard two ACSI boys talking about muscles on the bus. From their size and behavior, I guessed both were probably very active in sports, maybe rugby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, they talked about the wimps in ACSI. They were saying how the smaller people are, the smarter they become. They then continued to say what losers these 'small but smart' people are. They said that those who think that just because they're smart they are better than them are so stupid and lame. These 'small but smart' people are just jealous of them(the 2 ruggers). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, wake up call for you two;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;21 CENTURY DUDE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are living in an era where brains matter, not how big your muscles are. If you still want to think that way then go live in a cave and pretend to be a Neanderthal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alright, I shall provide an analogy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take man and beasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.The fastest dolphin can swim at top speeds of 56mph. The fastest man is only 2.29m/s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2.The bite force of a wolf is 1200lbs. Humans bite force is probably less than half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.The King Cobra can kill with one single bite. Much less can be said for humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4.An eagle can soar up hundreds of meters above the ground, but humans are stuck on the ground.(SHUT UP ABOUT AEROPLANES) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5.Polar bears have claws that kill with one swipe, but all we humans have are thin puny little white things that aren't even sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;6.Sharks have teeth that can regenerate, but humans have to brush theirs every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7.A cheetah can run to up to speeds of 70mph. Humans? Fail 2.4 all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8.A human is almost defenseless again any animal without a weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So then, you might really want to ask yourself why is it humans have manage to flourish all over the world? Why are we able to cut down whole forests and frighten animals with our guns and bulldozers? How have we managed to fly without any wings, or cross oceans without even swimming, or reach unnatural speeds, or even, cross the seemingly impossible boundary, the sky and above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How? How? The answer is intelligence. We humans have intelligence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, now you see? Being intelligent is why we managed to rule the Earth. Not because we have the biggest bite, or sharpest claws, or fastest swimmers, but because we have brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my point is, don't start saying you have lots of muscles and therefore you are much better than all those 'small but smart' people. &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/2376382685853357795-2307241791586451011?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2307241791586451011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2307241791586451011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2307241791586451011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2307241791586451011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-annoying-when-guys-around-me-start.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-1179951385993018869</id><published>2010-04-28T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:48:32.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick and Aaron says I like Regina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regina and Eunice says I like the MGS girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yi Xiang says I like Constance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The MGS girl thinks I like Viena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas Bee says I like Viena, Regina, Constance and both the MGS girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is this man. Come on I can't like THAT many girls right? Or maybe I do :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solve this question and find out how many like me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[(log10+lne)(3 x lne)] divided by 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, the Regina incident? That was over looooonng ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait it didn't even start, nothing even happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-1179951385993018869?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1179951385993018869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=1179951385993018869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1179951385993018869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1179951385993018869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-what-nick-and-aaron-says-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-167029382004931214</id><published>2010-04-28T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:39:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, reply to Aaron: Of course Cartesian Scholar is Paul -.- Dude, how could it be anyone else? But perhaps it's not fair for you, because most of the names that Paul uses I know who it is straight away, it can be Paul and only Paul. Why? Because I'm his brother, like THE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read _____ blog. Constance told me to read it, and I did. All I can say is, OUCH. She never struck me as someone who has problems. Although of course, how can you expect someone to guess what she's like when the only words said to her is, "What's the first period today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Content rating:4/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogskin rating:5/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Content is kind of fail. All she ever writes about is what happened to her and her problems. But she does write in proper English, albeit some grammar mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excerpt from _____'s blog;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The pain is just too real. Even if there is time it will never heal. The scars will be there forever. Someone please save me from this world. I don't want to live anymore. I rather die. Everyday the situation is getting worst&lt;i&gt;(grammatical error)&lt;/i&gt;. I'm so sick and tired of everything. It's so suffering to live in this world.&lt;i&gt;(grammatical error)&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's suicidal. Although she says she is, I think she has enough self-control not to kill herself. And besides, she should know that even if she kills herself, she will be transferred from the flames of this world to the flames of hell, which frankly isn't any better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, world is shit. Hell is really hot shit. Which one you want? At least Earth has ice water. Suicide is no better than Earth itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok wait, I did not write her name because if you had family problems, you wouldn't want me writing all about it on my blog either. But fret not, she's someone from 3C. Of course, she's probably never going to read my blog anyway, but still, better to be safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-167029382004931214?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/167029382004931214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=167029382004931214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/167029382004931214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/167029382004931214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/firstly-reply-to-aaron-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-29615699449077040</id><published>2010-04-24T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:16:31.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S9Js1UrTBoI/AAAAAAAAALM/riSvMXkWMek/s1600/DSC05069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S9Js1UrTBoI/AAAAAAAAALM/riSvMXkWMek/s320/DSC05069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463548961293010562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-29615699449077040?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/29615699449077040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=29615699449077040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/29615699449077040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/29615699449077040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S9Js1UrTBoI/AAAAAAAAALM/riSvMXkWMek/s72-c/DSC05069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-1234377212107356328</id><published>2010-04-21T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:15:42.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow the whole school is really hot on some Sec 1 girl named Sarah Tay or Tan or whatever la. Thing is, I don't see what's so pretty about her. My friends asked me to go and see her Facebook profile, which I did, and I also saw her from a distance away. Truthfully, what's so pretty about her? I don't understand. In fact some of the girls in 3C are 'better' than her. Not to mention church though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kind of sad for her though. Although she is pretty, or so others say, it is also a curse at the wrong times. Bet if you were pretty during the Japanese occupation you're done for if you're caught. Anyway, no doubt she will go through relationship after relationship, most of which will end in failure, and the rest just a dump. Only one will succeed, assuming she even manages to find the right person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But by then, she'll have gone through so many relationships that by now she'll might not feel love properly. I don't really know how to explain, so just put it this way. Every time you get into a relationship, you give your partner a small piece of your heart. If you go around giving all these little pieces to many people, by the time you marry, there's nothing left. SO you see what i'm driving at? She'll probably suffer more than ordinary looking girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there's always the uncommon case where the 'chio' girl is smart and mature enough to realize this and avoid it.                 e.g.Regina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really commend them because they're really smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok ok fine I salute them because it sounds like what I'm doing right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-1234377212107356328?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1234377212107356328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=1234377212107356328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1234377212107356328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1234377212107356328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/somehow-whole-school-is-really-hot-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2478154877295199139</id><published>2010-04-20T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:29:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Display message of Constance Neo:&lt;div&gt;12 more days to Nepal! (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Display message of Chen Chian:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 more days to India!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two people are separate and do not know each other, much less have each others e-mails. However, you can see that they have messages displaying the same thing. Wa lao wait la as in the idea conveyed is the same, I know it's not exactly the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, why so excited for what? Always the same. Everybody is so excited and I just go, Orh. Ok lorh. How do you guys get so excited? How? I don't understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like when I told Aaron there was a trip to Sentosa with the YE. I didn't really see why he was so elated. I mean, I had to be dragged there! And of course, I didn't really enjoy it. In fact, my friend went to his friends house to play xbox. Now that I think of it, I think going with him would have yielded better fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2478154877295199139?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2478154877295199139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2478154877295199139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2478154877295199139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2478154877295199139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/display-message-of-constance-neo-12.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6922535915261875784</id><published>2010-04-19T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:42:41.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop. Yes. Stop thinking about everything else. Forget what you're doing now, close all the other windows and focus on this blog post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask you this one question; where will you go after you die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget the world. Forget your unfinished homework. What will happen when you die? I pose this question to you. People like Viena, Kim, Bryan, Jonathan, Elizabeth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think. Where will you go? What will happen to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atheism: You shall simply rot and be forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buddhism: You shall be re-incarnated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hinduism: You shall be re-incarnated depending on what you did in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islam: You shall go to a better place depending on what you did in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's what all the other religions and Science says will happen to you. And I respect that. If you sincerely believe it come to pass when you die, I am fine with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so? What do you think will happen to you? What shall happen to you? Do you really really really believe what you say you are? Are you sure you will be re-incarnated? Are you very sure? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You who say you're Buddhist? You who say you're Islam? Hindu? Atheist? In fact, do you even do what your religion says you should do? Do you have any idea how many people I know who do exactly what their religion say is 'abominable'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think I believe will happen to me? No, I do not BELIEVE I will go to Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't just believe it. &lt;b&gt;I KNOW I WILL. I KNOW&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Do you understand the difference? When I die, I will be taken up to Heaven to be with my God and my Saviour and stay there for all eternity. Nothing will be able to take me away from Him. I shall not die. &lt;/span&gt;I WILL NOT DIE&lt;/b&gt;. I will simply be changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to finish off with one of the chapel services.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pastor was born into a buddhist family. To make a long story short, what happened was that he was converted to Christianity secretly. Even so, his mother managed to find out by going to the temple and inquiring of the medium there. And then, the medium told her that he was filled with a spirit, and that there was nothing they could do to kick it out. Shocked, she did not understand how all the combined power of the gods in the temple could not kick out the one spirit. The medium finally answered, This spirit, is the spirit of the Most High God that we cannot touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I thought when I heard this? PWNED. My God totally pwned that temple! HA! Who shall I fear? What obstacle can I not overcome with the help of my Lord and my Saviour? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have hope. I have something you do not have. But wait, this hope is not something that is exclusive, it is not something that only religious people can have, it is something ANYONE can have. Absolutely anyone can have share in it. Even Osama Bin Laden can have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As long as you turn and sincerely repent, you will be forgiven. No matter the size and scale of your sins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really felt something, tonight, just before you sleep, just ask, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is there a God? If you are real, then show yourself to me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need to even say it out loud. Just close your eyes and really ask in your heart, as if there is someone right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you do accept. Then you can have the same hope as I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6922535915261875784?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6922535915261875784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6922535915261875784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6922535915261875784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6922535915261875784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/stop.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3291930743372645853</id><published>2010-04-16T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T14:39:15.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Angel Michael walks into God's workshop*&lt;div&gt;He then notices God is concentrating fiercely on something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Michael: "What's that you're working on Sir?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God: "Oh this? This is my latest creation, set to be released into the world in the year December 1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Michael: "Really? Interesting. What will he be like? Is he smart? Famous? Handsome?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God: "It doesn't matter, he's perfect, and I love him just the way he is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Michael: "Well then he's pretty lucky to have one like You to love him"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God: "Yes indeed"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A. Michael then catches sight of a pile of files and papers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Michael: "What's this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God: "That, is my awesome plan for his life. His entire life is planned out, and I know exactly what will happen and when it will happen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Michael: "But wait!" Michael cried in dismay, "it says right here he will not know you for 13 years of his life and moreover, he will disappoint you in many times of his life!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God: "It doesn't matter. His sins do not matter. I know he will turn and call on my Name. He will not know me for 13 years because he will be too young to understand. But when he is 13 I will wake his spirit. He will be my servant and I shall be his God. His weaknesses will be made perfect in me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Michael: "Is he really that important to you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God: "Of course. From birth I have set him apart for my work. From birth I already know him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a little bit of my imagination. Sometimes I think about how God made me and I think of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3291930743372645853?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3291930743372645853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3291930743372645853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3291930743372645853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3291930743372645853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/angel-michael-walks-into-gods-workshop.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-5087782389563909751</id><published>2010-04-11T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:40:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is society is always demanding young people to be more mature? Right now, If I do something stupid, people will say, Luke, upper sec already still like that. &lt;div&gt;But then, If i was sec 2 or 1, they would go, Luke, Secondary school already still like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if i was Primary 6? They would go, Luke, Primary 6 already still like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, if I was primary 1, they would go, Luke, Primary school already still like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if i was in kindergarten? They would go, Luke, You're not a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when you reach adulthood, it's no more mature or immature, you're just an asshole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, everything babies or toddlers do is right. So nobody scolds them by age scolding. But essentially, you can see how lame it is. As long as you're above 4 years old, you are expected to be mature. Why? WHY??!!! WHY????!?!???!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone knows that nobody really fully matures until he's 25 at least. Maturity cannot be sped up, nor can it be slowed down. So why does everyone expect you to behave in a way you're not? I mean, I understand if somebody like Wei Quan, he's already 15, and he still likes KC and talks like a P3 kid. But if you are expected to be something you're not, that's stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't care if anyone starts telling me I'm so immature because I mess with Nerf guns. So? SO?? SO??!?!?!?!??! WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHAT ABOUT YOU, YOU VERY MATURE MEH? You yourself always go around, pretending to be homosexuals and talking about sex, LIKE THAT VERY MATURE MEH? Tell me, which one truly sounds more mature in the head to you? The one who plays with Nerf guns for fun or the one who fantasizes about sex and behaves homosexually when he isn't? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I play with Nerf guns because it's fun. Everybody knows, that boys like to shoot each other. It's just part of us males, it's hardwired into our brain to love violence, war and weaponry. And besides, there are people who Nerf with me who already finished NS, and even more so, others already in the working world. Why judge by age? All males like to shoot each other with something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the contrary, those who like to talk about sex and porn, is that mature? Society says yes, I say no. The fact that they like to talk about sex and porn just proves hormone levels are up and that physical puberty had begun. But no, mental puberty has NOT yet begun. Unless you are going to tell me that God created puberty intending it to be a period where most boys become pervs. Is being perverted part of God's plan of creation? HECK NO! God wants us all to be pure in mind and body. Being perverted is definitely no way to please God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it so obvious who is truly mature and immature? And now, the girls who called me immature in Primary school, now I turn and laugh at them. They have matured, but not fully. HA! When I walk past them, they still behave childishly. Girls like Andrea. Still behaving so girlishly. When girls are super girlish or bimbotic, it's two causes. Either they're just immature OR they have been boy deprived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elis also just told me about Xiaxues' blog. It's essentially just some girl, who dyed her hair blonde, blogging/complaining about random things. In many ways her blog is like mine. Except I don't have pictures of myself all over it, I definitely have more words in one post than her and I most definitely do NOT praise myself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excerpt from Xiaxues blog profile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm am awesome blogger and my awesomeness is impossible to summarize into this tiny space"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know you love me, you just need to keep reading"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have absolutely nothing against her, but yet, look at that profile? A bit self praise. And besides, she photo shops her own photos. Truthfully, yes, she's pretty, but yet, bring it back down to earth and she's just an ordinary girl. She's the kind of girl, that definitely joined either facebook, Twitter or Myspace. She also definitely takes pictures of herself, surely uses all sorts of emotes in a MSN conversation or at least used to. Haiz. Your all know what I'm talking about la. The typical girl. Know why her blog's so famous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.She's hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.She types good English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.She just got a chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's not THAT good, she just got a chance, that's all. A chance is what makes you famous, not how good you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But however, I do not think I am better than her. I like her blog content, it's a little short but good. But I think I'll prefer more words than pictures though. Besides, it's not like my blog is good enough to become famous throughout Singapore. You all know I go for content and that I don't give half a shit about templates and all that unimportant nonsense. And I really don't give a single shit about my template. Amanda did it for me, and I don't bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-5087782389563909751?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/5087782389563909751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=5087782389563909751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/5087782389563909751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/5087782389563909751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-is-society-is-always-demanding.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2794418388534256992</id><published>2010-04-11T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:07:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I weird? Sometimes I think I have too many eccentric habits. Like having weird ringtones and loving to paste weird signs everywhere. Especially weird ringtones, all of you know how weird my ringtones get. For my message tone was a MRT recording. Now it's some martian call. Which is all really weird la.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do you actually know why I bother to do all these eccentricities? Well in truth I do all of these just to be different. Ever since I was born I always wanted to be different from the crowd. What the crowd indulged in, I stayed out of it and criticized those who indulged in it and liked those who didn't too. Most of the weird things I do is to be different. How many people out there have a MRT message alert? I feel different from people when I do things like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But however, I also dislike being exampled as a role model. For example, if my english compo was really good, then my teacher shows it on the projector and everyone starts going, "Wow Luke! Great Job!" That's when I start feeling embarrassed. I don't really know why either. I want to be different from others, but when I get exampled for it, I feel embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elis just told me I should blog more. When I asked why, she said because I blog good stuff. Well, truth be told there is actually nothing worthy on my blog. Scroll down and read, really read. What is there? It's actually nothing but complaints, rants, criticism, insults and others. But then, why is my blog so nice? Well the answer is that, all I do is take the complaint, and blow it up to make it seem like it's really a big deal. In between, I keep giving analogies and comparisons. And then, I finish off by making it seem really like it's a big deal. Also, I decorate it by typing proper english(except for a bit of singlish la) and using violent words where necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see, there's actually nothing on my blog. I just have a talent of making something that's completely irrelevant, linkless and illogical seem realistic, practical and logical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2794418388534256992?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2794418388534256992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2794418388534256992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2794418388534256992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2794418388534256992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-i-weird-sometimes-i-think-i-have-too.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-7651187825001879471</id><published>2010-04-09T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:52:11.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey wait people, in my previous post, I didn't say I'm totally right. Didn't I say I'm far from perfect too? I know half the things i say are insults and the other one quarter is sarcastic and the remainder is template conversation. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think I don't know how much i sting? I do know. I'm sorry everyone, that was when I didn't know it was wrong. I'll make an effort to change. But yet Aaron, my point was just that, during Good Friday service you kept laughing with Nick. What's that supposed to mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-7651187825001879471?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7651187825001879471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=7651187825001879471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7651187825001879471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7651187825001879471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-wait-people-in-my-previous-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2418906336166673655</id><published>2010-04-09T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:17:47.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*This is just meant for 3H people, so others reading, up to you to read*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes you. Who do you hate most in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Amanda Lin? You hate Amanda Lin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh. I see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you hate her? You hate Amanda Lin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you hate her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? Oh she's annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did she do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh? She screamed in class? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you hate/dislike her so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, you repeated yourself. She's annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you come up with another reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you? CAN YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't you come up with another reason? Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's annoying, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's..... um, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's what? WHAT?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't come up with another good reason can you. Do you know why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because there is no other reason. I bet you hate her only because Jeremy and Quincy hate her. But what reason is that? You hate because others hate her. Is that a proper and valid reason?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, she screams very loudly, and yes, she's always winking and 'flirting'. Yes, i know that. That's being annoying. But wait, how about you? WHAT ABOUT YOU? Are YOU annoying? Are you? Yes you are. You irritate her, provoke her, oppress her, bully her, insult her. And YOU DARE TO SAY SHE'S ANNOYING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How dare you. How dare you insult somebody and say she's annoying, when you yourself is ten times more annoying than her. What has she ever done to you? Yes, she winked and screamed, but why'd she do it? Because you provoked her first didn't you? Therefore it's your fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And besides, in what other way has she been annoying? She screams, she flirts, and? AND?!! there it is again. What has she done? The question should be what have YOU done? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have jeered at her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have bullied her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have flipped her table and chair flat on the floor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have thrown her books into the bin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have taken her bag and threw it up to a place where she cannot reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You laugh at her distress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You smile at her protests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would dearly love to see her cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You insult,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You treat her cruelly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ostracized her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You bully her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere she turns, she is denied social access.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, through all this she smiles. Truly, she has more strength than the whole class combined. SHE HAS MORE STRENGTH THAN YOU. She is insulted, she is oppressed, she is ostracized, but yet she comes to school everyday with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is stronger than you. Can you greet those who hate you? Can you smile through hatred? Can you answer kindly to those who insult you? No. You can't. I'm sure you can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA. You who call yourself a Christian. You who say you love God. Ever read the verse that says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The insults of those who insult you have fallen on Jesus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You who say you love God, yet you boast in the fact that you wrote the words, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Amanda Lin sucks' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have you done? You have just insulted Jesus. Do you realize what you have done? You have taken away your portion in Heaven. Forget Amanda Lin, she has received her reward, God has stored up great treasures in Heaven for her. But can the same be said of you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did Christ behave like you did? Did he make fun of people? No. Do you know what being a Christian is? What does the word Christian mean? Christ-ian. Understand? It means that you are called to be a mini Christ. You are to imitate Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So did Christ make fun of people? No. I don't think I need to remind you that Christ hung out with undesirable people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, as you finish reading this blog post, what are you going to do? Are you going to do nothing? Are you going to just sleep and forget it? Or are you going to change your attitude? Are you going to end the day with your bible? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you go to sleep tonight, ask yourself if bullying Amanda Lin and then saying you love God matches perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for everyone else who is already following Christ, ask yourself the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially you Aaron Allwood. I understand if service and the pastor is boring, but aren't you talking a bit too much? With all due respect Aaron, if you're proud to be Christian as you say on your blog, does it match with being noisy during service? Does it match with joking around with Nicholas while the pastor is speaking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself do not claim to be spotless. I am nowhere near spotless. But I'm working on it(with God). Are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no excuse. Either you forget God and go back to sinning or you keep moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2418906336166673655?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2418906336166673655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2418906336166673655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2418906336166673655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2418906336166673655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-just-meant-for-3h-people-so.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-898025233014539976</id><published>2010-04-06T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:50:36.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updated 3 times. Scroll and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-898025233014539976?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/898025233014539976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=898025233014539976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/898025233014539976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/898025233014539976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/updated-3-times.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2448778655287670765</id><published>2010-04-06T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:02:15.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Random Point: Viena thinks I'm living in self denial. Her 3 points of argument;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1.I'm very stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;2.I went to express because she gave me chance, she scared I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;3.I'm so stupid I don't realize I'm stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;What am I going to do? Well I'm not going to do any rebuttals because the facts are begging to scream who is right. I mean, just look at her profile and decide for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Profile extract from Viena's blog; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xxxdance-insidexxx.blogspot.com/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;http://www.xxxdance-insidexxx.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;'Ellos . My name is viena :) I am full of crap . Therefore i have many good friends. I love school ! Its somehow fun with our chaotic classmates and irritating teachers . I am very hardworking. I am also quite smart. Just that i am dumb after school hours. I love Singapore, too many nice food already. I am from fairfield. I am also currently learning drums and is dying for a drum set. I have a obese dog too . Who very cute . Do not believe kimbelyn. My dog is not fierce.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;AND, another one which she used against me in an argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'for a dumb person cannot admit ios dumb is very dumb of the dumbs'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Her profile is written in point form. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;That sentence just makes me crack up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The facts are crying out. Can't you hear it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2448778655287670765?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2448778655287670765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2448778655287670765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2448778655287670765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2448778655287670765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-point-viena-thinks-im-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8666057303034060279</id><published>2010-04-06T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:28:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bet you can't play CoD well. I bet you can't finish two page chemistry homework in 10mins. I bet you can't visualize what goes on inside a gun. I bet you can't do a lot of things i can do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you can do something I can't. You can enjoy the company of people around you. Me? I can't do that. When i go out with people, I just CANNOT enjoy being around. The problem is that I usually don't say anything and when I do it's either an insult or a template kind of conversation. I feel inadequate all the time. What I mean is that, I just feel I'm not good enough amongst a group of people. How do I feel good enough in a group of people? Well either I help them in some way or make all of them laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it I feel inadequate all the time? It just stems from who I am. As the MGS girl put it, Luke has a mental problem of inadequacy. Well she HAS a neurotic problem that makes her say irrelevant and random things all the time. But never mind that's off point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets say I'm eating dinner with the YE. Essentially what I do is nothing. Even if Aaron is around I still get bored. And the chicken rice sucks big time. Which makes everything worse. Haiz. Stupid cheapskate China chicken rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I like being selective of who I talk to. I just can't stand it when somebody is talking to me in template conversations. It never means anything. It's just so fake. Even more so I dislike it when some girl tries to flirt with me. And that happened by the way. That girl probably thinks I'm the weirdest guy on Earth but I don't care. She was flirting for attention, and I think I would rather direct my attention at someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I do? Well I just told her, "Turn around and walk the other way, I'm not your boy toy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of crude. But sometimes it's best to just be upright frank and not to pussyfoot around how you really feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extract taken from Aaron's blog; (&lt;a href="http://www.kumquatsftw.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.kumquatsftw.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The rest of the day from there was really great because i got to make new friends and went to Yenyi's super gigantic church again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then i went back with Vivian and Datina we went all the way back to pasir ris to get seats which i didnt mind because i didnt wanna go home so early. then i did some homework and stuff and then i was talking to the 2 of them the rest of the way. i really wished that day wouldnt end. it was really fun and everything.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.He made new friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.He went out with a bunch of girls he didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.He talked to two girls on the way home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.He really enjoyed his day with the bunch of girls/guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those 4 things are something I cannot do. I think I'll be bored la. Talking to anyone I don't know, especially girls, is too much effort for me. First you have to break the barriers using template conversation. Then it takes a long while to get comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you might ask why I can talk to Viena. Well, the answer is I don't truly talk to her, all we say to each other is she calling me a moron and me saying she isn't a girl but a boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8666057303034060279?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8666057303034060279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8666057303034060279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8666057303034060279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8666057303034060279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-bet-you-cant-play-cod-well.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-7731009159861625835</id><published>2010-04-04T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:49:28.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S7iZQJ8vPNI/AAAAAAAAALE/yK0WzRkRsts/s1600/DSC04994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S7iZQJ8vPNI/AAAAAAAAALE/yK0WzRkRsts/s320/DSC04994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456279451386985682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh look it's Avatar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solarise+Negative=FTW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bet you didn't know this. Did you know, according to ancient Chinese traditions and taboos, never take a picture with three people in it, or else the person in the middle will be possessed by a demon or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, looks like Hui Hui better be careful where she goes to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I can't believe Regina still bothers to read my blog -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I know? Well she asked me remove that photo of her(see above), saying she looks very unglam in that photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do girls always do that? Say they look unglam in any photo no matter if it's good or not. Then, what constitutes a good photo of e.g.Regina? What you want? Hair in perfect order and straighter than a ruler? Perfect smile with teeth aligned? Fringe exactly 3 mm above eyebrow? Wa lao this is what? Precision modelling ah? Sounds more like calculating the dimensions of a building to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regina? A model? *coughs, chokes and splutters*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah just kidding. Don't be angry Regina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm sure you all see my point. How good do you want to look? Just accept that photo la. Ugly then ugly la. Besides, if you refuse to accept that you're not as pretty as you think you are, that's living in self denial.&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/2376382685853357795-7731009159861625835?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7731009159861625835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=7731009159861625835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7731009159861625835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7731009159861625835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-look-its-avatar.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S7iZQJ8vPNI/AAAAAAAAALE/yK0WzRkRsts/s72-c/DSC04994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-900737532203843758</id><published>2010-04-02T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:18:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, a lot of people think I'm anti social, especially when I refuse to greet and go out with people. Therefore, I shall declare I am not anti social. What I am is just different. See, people say hi to me, but what for? When I sit alone, they ask me to sit with them. So? It actually doesn't mean anything. Why they ask me to sit with them, is actually simply their conscience pricking them. &lt;div&gt;e.g.&lt;div&gt;"Hey look, it's the guy that always sits alone, I should go ask him to sit with us on the pretext of being friendly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, their so called friendliness is merely, a what? A pretext of being friendly. It doesn't mean anything whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And besides, once the lonely guy is sitting with a group, then the person that originally invited him starts talking to his own friends, leaving the lonely guy even more lonely than ever because he is left out in a group. Isn't that worse? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, why i refuse to sit with my new classmates is because I do not see any friends coming in from that direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, why I dislike going out, especially to dinner is because, I get really really bored. Everybody is doing something I dislike. Here is a typical situation at Nat Ghui's house. There is Aaron playing the guitar, I can't play. There's Nat and two others playing Top Spin. I hate that game. Max and a few others are upstairs reading, playing board games and using the computer. All the girls are talking. I find all of these boring. Then? What do I do? Well I sit on the sofa and watch people play Top Spin, or, sometimes they tune into ESPN, a sports channel and watch tennis. I FREAKING HATE ALL THIS. I sit there and count down the hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why I don't go for dinner with the YE. That is why I go home and use my com instead. My com has never let me down. I can entertain myself in all sorts of ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if MW2 is not working, I can play MW1. Or, I can play CoD5. Or, I can watch a movie on my com. Or, I can play Tiberium Wars. Or, I can update my blog. Or, I can bloghop. Or, I can search Wiki. Or, I can just surf Youtube. It's an endless list of what I can do. And it's way better than sitting around and watching tennis. Trust me on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, why do i not say hi? Why do I refuse to acknowledge you outside school? Why do I refuse to mindlessly praise babies? Well see here, I just refuse to listen to social laws. Now wait a second, I said social laws. Social laws include things like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.When two people who vaguely know each other meet, they must talk, even if they share a mutual dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Nobody must ever sit alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Say hi or you die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.If you want to talk to a stranger, you must use these templates;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-What school you from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-What games you play?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Where you live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You got e-mail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.When a young kid does something, no matter how bad it is, it's good. And if you don't agree, you're an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the 4th law especially. It's just so mechanic and the two people talk in short, broken sentences. And, it's just so meaningless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what I do, is just ignore these laws. In fact, these laws just create awkwardness. I avoid this awkwardness readily. Of course, the awkwardness reaches a point where the two people finally get comfortable, but still, it's irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing is toddlers and the way society shields them. They can literally get away with anything. No matter what they did, it's alright. Shielded by their infancy, they can do whatever they want. They can assault someone and nobody will really blame them. If they paint a piece of shit, people will just smile at their innocence. Even the government cares. They will try so hard to get a baby born into the world. They will fund mothers who have babies that are dying, maybe the baby might survive and experience life. But then, the moment you're born, the government doesn't give a shit about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you a real life example using somebody like Regina. Lets say, I have a Nerf rifle with me. And i run around and start shooting people in church. Of course, if i'm 7 years old, I'm sure someone like Regina would just smile. But if i'm 15, she'll start going, "EH! GROW UP LA LUKE!" See the difference? Can you see the scene unfolding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I don't understand why people are always telling teens to behave maturely. Maturing is something that cannot be speeded up nor slowed down. If you are immature, you are immature. Nothing the people around you say can change that. Why do you bother to try to act old? Most people spend half their life acting old and the other half trying to be young. Don't you know that maturity never really develops fully until at least 20? Why bother trying to go faster? If you force teens to be mature? What you're actually doing is restraining them. They will feel that the world around them is far too serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I don't think any of you really got my points. But just know, I avoid awkwardness. And I like the way I behave. &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/2376382685853357795-900737532203843758?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/900737532203843758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=900737532203843758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/900737532203843758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/900737532203843758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-lot-of-people-think-im-anti-social.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-583561659300849718</id><published>2010-03-28T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:07:59.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was Nerfing today, and coincidentally, Clement somehow managed to assume I'm a sec 4 who just finished O levels. I mean what the hell la. How can I pass off as a sec 4? Also, when i was playing CoD multi-player, this guy who added me didn't believe i was only 14. Why? Well because the way i talked to him was far too mature for a 14 year old boy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming to think of it, a lot of people say i don't act my age. Is that true? Well i went around asking some people, and most of them say that i do NOT act my age, because i'm like really selective on who i talk to. However, it's not easy to get people like Aaron and Regina to answer you properly. Because trying to get answers from people like them is like trying to run through a brick wall. They're so annoying when they give dead end answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Rachel did give some good reasons, here's why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, when i asked her if i act my age, she answered me, yes and no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"sometimes you are rebellious for the sake of being diff and essentially you want roughly the same thing as a normal person would but no in that you are more mature in your thinking, like in the way you communicate with people and the way you understand them. But intellectually you're quite ahead of your peers generally"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, she elaborated why I am mature in the way I communicate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I dunno if 'well' is the right word. You're on a different level than your peers are and you're also very selective with who you respect and you will show it to"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Viena thinks I'm am only mature on the surface, but once you get to know me well I'm actually still very young inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron thinks I do act my age. Like in the way i talk and behave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know. Am i too mature for my age? You say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Nerf, it was really fun today. Used my modded Recon too. And they all thought I was a big joke because I sneaked right behind someone and shot him. It was like a super cheap kill, but still funny. Funniest part is he never knew who shot him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how i love it. Sneak out, back stab someone and then run for cover. Best way to stay alive. Damn i really love back stabbing people. I got a double kill when i did that btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did it happen? We were playing teams of two, so my partner distracted another pair, then i went behind them and killed them both. Lolz. Free kill la. But sadly my partner got hit while doing the distraction. Because of that I didn't win, for although i managed to back stab one more guy, the last surviving pair hunted me down with Raiders, and there's nowhere left to run. Outgunned, Outnumbered, Out of ammo and nowhere to run, of course  lost. But i still felt good about the hilarious free kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-583561659300849718?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/583561659300849718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=583561659300849718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/583561659300849718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/583561659300849718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-nerfing-today-and-coincidentally.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2417731039070928928</id><published>2010-03-25T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:52:01.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sad. Today a gym instructor came down to Fairfield to teach us some kick boxing. Expectedly it was a failure. I tell you he wasn't teaching anything, it was more like a performance. He was just up on stage doing his kung fu nonsense and everyone below was laughing at his fats and his hairless armpits. Kind of sad really. Nobody was doing anything and yet he was going like, "Yes! Yes! Awesome!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell la. Another one of Fairfield's wannabe events. I tell you sure waste time one. I'm not being ungrateful here but if you want to have programs where students get a break from normal classes, kick boxing is one of the things you DEFINITELY should not do. Who the hell wants to kick box anyway? We might as well spend the Class Contact period having games. Or maybe we should all sit in the hall and watch funny videos. Or maybe even a movie. Or in fact, why not just let the students do whatever the hell they want in the hall? That's what we all really want. We all just want to chill out somewhere with our friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching TV a few days ago and saw the "We are the world" song. I tell you, complete crap. THAT BLACK GUY SINGING REALLY PISSES ME OFF!!! Not for racial reasons but his complete hypocrisy. In fact everybody singing in that gay ass song pisses me off. The lyrics, We are the world, so we should start giving. I SLAP YOUR FACE LA GIVE WHAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet all those moronic arse face singers went home in their Porsches and Lambos. Did they take the bus to conserve energy? No what!! I bet they went home and did absolutely nothing to save the world. Almost ANYTHING that is not supported by God, especially Charity organizations, are failures. Oh yes of course, there's some random Buddhist thing out there, but still, you always always always hear about corruption and keeping donations for themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE HYPOCRISY. SLAP YOUR FACE LA ANYHOW SAY WE SHOULD START GIVING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2417731039070928928?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2417731039070928928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2417731039070928928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2417731039070928928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2417731039070928928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2066909960483187517</id><published>2010-03-25T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:32:22.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S6o-UvOmZ_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/di3Nv8wbL6M/s1600/DSC04975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S6o-UvOmZ_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/di3Nv8wbL6M/s320/DSC04975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452238824881416178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2066909960483187517?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2066909960483187517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2066909960483187517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2066909960483187517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2066909960483187517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S6o-UvOmZ_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/di3Nv8wbL6M/s72-c/DSC04975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2363032042003491389</id><published>2010-03-24T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:49:35.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing about a relationship is..... nobody knows what the heck you're supposed to do. Even those who been in one miraculously don't know how to explain what you're supposed to do. I mean what the heck. How can you not know??? YOU'VE JUST BEEN IN ONE!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, what are you supposed to do? Mostly it's just talking a lot, going out to watch movies, having sms sprees, eating meals together and giving gifts and occasionally hugs and kisses. What? Is that it? Huh? I don't understand, that doesn't sound anything like a relationship, it just seems like an improved version of  friendship. Or perhaps an intimate version of friendship. Is that all love is? A step higher from being friends? That's all? Then it really seems like nothing like what the massive screen in my house shows all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, anyone who is mature should have perceived by now that love is nothing like what TV shows. Love similar to the one shown on TV is fake. It's just a infatuation, once the guy gets what he wants, then it's bye bye to the girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of girls they don't seem to know anything at all. Or they don't seem to be able to explain their emotions and their emotional actions. Through experience and hearsay, girls cannot explain their own emotional thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, lets say a girl is avoiding her ex-boyfriend. When asked why, she said she felt embarrassed around him. When asked why she felt embarrassed, she said what all girls say, "I don't know leh" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one, when asking a girl why she likes a guy, she doesn't know why. When pressured for an answer, the most you'll get is, nice, cute or mature. Therefore, girls don't seem to understand why they like a guy. When they can't tell you why they like you, forget the whole thing and reject the girl asking you out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Simple, since she cannot give a proper reason why she likes you, then there is nothing to it. It is a mere infatuation, or rather, she has nothing but a crush on you which we all know are very very very bad starters for relationships. And infatuation is even worse, once you get what you want, you'll lose interest. That is why people always get emotional scars, because they did not ask themselves whether it is nothing but infatuation. And then they acted on that infatuation, asking the person out. Of course, we all know it'll end in break up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGHH sometimes i wish girls would stop pussyfooting around and say what they think. You hate me then so be it, i'll avoid you. But how can i avoid you when i don't know? You have to tell me. Be frank, it's better to do it and then the person you hate will avoid you forever and you will find peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking through, i realize i am not Viena's friend at all. I am not Kim's friend. I am not Xin Yi's friend. I am not, and never will be. Of course, i still consider Jonathan, Bee and Bryan my friends. But the others? No. We aren't friends at all. What kind of friends call each other moron and make fun of each other all day? No. I am definitely not friends with Viena and never have been. We are more of quarreling partners. We just talk to each other so we can argue away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i do think people like Constance, Ian, Regina, Eunice possible friends. We could be. I'm just lazy to make the effort of talking. And i'd rather avoid the akwardness. Like the lack of common things to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2363032042003491389?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2363032042003491389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2363032042003491389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2363032042003491389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2363032042003491389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/thing-about-relationship-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-966922564594193742</id><published>2010-03-21T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:33:59.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz. Foreign workers. Terrible i tell you. Especially foreign workers working as drivers. Today, on the bus 61, there was this Indian guy driving. At the first bus stop, he stopped as per normal, but then, just as someone was getting off, he suddenly moved it a few inches. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, i think that the driver must have accidentally slipped his foot off the brake, or slipped it onto the accelerator. Even so, the inertia of the stop start motion was enough to cause the person getting off to slip and fall off. You know the step there? Yah. That's where she slipped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah but after that, her husband, suddenly boarded the bus via the exit and shouted, "WHAT THE F*CK!!!" I guess if anyone of you saw your wife slip and nearly fall while CARRYING your daughter, i think you would have boarded the bus and gave that driver a punch. I'm not saying he was justified in shouting that vulgarity, but he shouted it on a very strong impulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the bus driver slammed the short knee door beside him open and walked out to confront the guy who shouted at him. Too bad i didn't hear what was said. It would have been interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i considered him not too bad yet, seeing he had a long day and he probably was tired and had a lot on his mind. But later, when he drove past a bus stop, someone pressed the bell and he didn't stop. Then, the woman suddenly said loudly, "eh eh why never stop oui?!". So, what he did next really surprised me. He just pulled up on the side of the road as if it's his grandfathers road. He opened the door and the woman got out. Shocking i tell you. India's roads must be terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for those of you who didn't really get the story, first, the driver moves the bus and causes someone to slip. The persons husbands boards again and shouts. The driver gets off and confronts him. The driver gets back in and drives on. Later, he didn't stop when somebody pressed the bell. He pulled over to the side of the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's another situation. Lately, the Nerf wars i've been holding are kind of fail. All because everybody just wants to shoot me. Why? Because i've been the boss. But please, somebody has to be the boss. Someone has to go tell them, hey go pick up the darts. Since everybody is playing with my guns and my darts, don't i have a right to remind them to pick up my darts? Someone has to push them right? If not we'll all just sit around waiting for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since all of you keep asking about the MGS girls, fine i'll say how we met ok? First, some random person called me. She dialed wrong number, anyway, she started messaging me, and that's how it took off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND NOTHING IS HAPPENING AND NOTHING WILL. I'M NOT HITTING ON HER OR WHAT. ALL WE DID AND WILL DO IS JUST SMS. THAT IS ALL. SO SHUT UP ABOUT THE MGS GIRLS, ESPECIALLY AARON, REGINA, EUNICE AND SO ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway that's one of them there, in my cbox calling me an ass. Just like Viena and Kim. Except Viena and Kim are more flowery&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/2376382685853357795-966922564594193742?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/966922564594193742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=966922564594193742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/966922564594193742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/966922564594193742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2417123295301241608</id><published>2010-03-18T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:18:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being too smart is bad. Hang on wait i'm not saying education is ruin, but being too smart is really bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e.g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2x+2x/12+4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first thought? Log it. Eh? Wait cannot, i think suppose to do completing the square. Eh wait wait also cannot. So how? Oh yahhhh suppose to times until common denominator and then simplify. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? A simply secondary 1 question made me think for at least 2 minutes. I take a lot less when figuring out how to do A maths questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, got nothing much to say. Holidays are the worst time for you to blog about something.&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/2376382685853357795-2417123295301241608?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2417123295301241608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2417123295301241608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2417123295301241608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2417123295301241608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-too-smart-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4884860867886784802</id><published>2010-03-16T21:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:05:45.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/S5-P8uiBdXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u53CHu9OAYU/s1600-h/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Let me introduce our little argument over Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;because you are as violent as a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and you talk like one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;act like one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;no i dont talk like one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;wat sit properly u talking wat express languege huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;how about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i compile them on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and then you go read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;haiz nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;WAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;aiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;stop talking in half sentances!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and you should type correct english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;with no spelling mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" alt=":D" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 16px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z3O30/hash/3wq3vjh4.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -638px -84px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;really meh no spelling mistakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I DONT GET U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;u like more difficult than Amtha leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;it's sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;*amaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;fine yes watever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;not sentances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;like u so smart like that &lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" alt=":P" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 16px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z3O30/hash/3wq3vjh4.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -622px -84px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;smarter than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;look whos talking, the guy who does not even noe how to go to science centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;you also nag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;nag to me about how you never eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;so fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;oh ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;look who is talking, the guy who nags practically about everything from attire to even about girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;but you rant about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;so self centered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;so disappointed in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i rant at myself is to protect me, u always nag abt me first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;im not self centered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;stupid luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;no u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;stupider Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;heh stupidest luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;brainless Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehehe idoit luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehehehe Viena the imbecile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehehehehe luke the retardationist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehehehehhe Viena is dumber because no such word as retardationist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehehehehehe luke is the dumbest cos he does not noe the words at the viena dictionary, which is approved at oxford on 2001 july 21 &lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" alt=":)" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 16px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z3O30/hash/3wq3vjh4.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -590px -84px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehehheheheheheehehe viena is dumber because Luke is a name that existed since ancient times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;as proved by the bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;the name Vienna is younger than Luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hehehhehehehehhe luke is dumb, for a dumb person cannot admit ios dumb is very dumb of the dumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;nope my name is vieNa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena is derived from Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;you cannot admit you are dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and it is true you are dumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;so the deference between one N could make a diffrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;because you typed is as ios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;DUMB PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and difference spelled wrongly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;watever, i typing fast so psps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ur dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;but you're dumber &lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" alt=":)" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 16px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z3O30/hash/3wq3vjh4.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -590px -84px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;but ur the dumbest &lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" alt=":D" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; width: 16px; height: 16px; margin-bottom: -5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z3O30/hash/3wq3vjh4.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: -638px -84px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1336033625_424597856" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1336033625_424597856" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;no you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;luke, i think i noe wat is wrong wif u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ur just plain stupid to realise how dumb u are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;HAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1336033625_2094366872" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1336033625_2094366872" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;actually that really describes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other" size="11px" style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:53&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hias. i said it first ok? so i win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1336033625_925598008" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1336033625_925598008" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other" style="font-size: 11px; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1336033625" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Viena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"  style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"  style="float: right; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;21:54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rudolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div id="pending_1336033625_1769027664" class="pic_padding"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1336033625_1769027664" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1336033625_1769027664" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1336033625_1769027664" class="p_self pic_padding" style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Well, i pretty much won that argument.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_1336033625_1769027664" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/2376382685853357795-758710065699675987?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/758710065699675987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=758710065699675987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/758710065699675987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/758710065699675987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/lol-i-really-love-arguing-with-viena.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3225006939907553040</id><published>2010-03-08T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:58:10.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is hilarious. Click the link, i couldn't stop laughing. And the punctuation is hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://youmakemetouchyourhandsforstupidreasons.ytmnd.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://youmakemetouchyourhandsforstupidreasons.ytmnd.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3225006939907553040?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3225006939907553040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3225006939907553040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3225006939907553040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3225006939907553040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/hahahahahhaahhaa-this-is-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8426853708750369191</id><published>2010-03-07T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:29:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Vengeance is mine, i will repay" saith the Lord&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"who are you to judge others? Are not all of you equal?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now, i had a mini Nerf war. And all was fine and dandy until the end, Daniel Choo fired a suction dart at the ceiling. Now, before we started, i stressed the fact NOT to shoot at the ceiling, because if it gets stuck we won't be able to get it down. Anyway, the suction dart flew up, and got stuck on a metal pipe. And then, what he did next was even more stupid. He re-cocked the gun and fired ANOTHER suction dart at the first suction dart, hoping to hit the first stuck dart off the pipe. Needless to say, he missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me, what is the sense of firing a suction dart at another suction dart? If it's stuck, now there's two stuck suction darts and the situation is twice as bad. However, it wasn't enough, he went on to fire 4 more shots until there was now 5 freaking darts stuck on the ceiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, i was angry. He totally disregarded me and fired at the ceiling. And what's more, fired 4 more. At first, he didn't want to repay me, he refused to give me 3 suction darts as payment. But after a while, when it was obvious the darts were not going to come down, he offered me 21 darts as payment. He wanted to give me 21 instead of 3 because by then i was really angry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, i decided to forget it. Let God deal with it, let Him do what he pleases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, anyone interested in Nerf? Me and my friends have enough guns for 6-7 people. Usually we play a 5 people war, depending on who is free. We gather and start at around 5-7pm. If you're interested, send me an sms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8426853708750369191?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8426853708750369191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8426853708750369191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8426853708750369191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8426853708750369191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/vengeance-is-mine-i-will-repay-saith.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8007724674857930123</id><published>2010-03-04T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:30:34.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder what it would be like to be a girl. Hang on i'm not trying to be a perv here but just what would it be like? Well i would:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Probably be more friendly to Viena and Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Be more sympathetic to Viena over the bottle story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Not play MW2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Talk less to Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.No guy would probably like me because i would be such a unfeeling girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.I might PMS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I don't know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know what else. Please say what else i might have missed in the tagbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8007724674857930123?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8007724674857930123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8007724674857930123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8007724674857930123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8007724674857930123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-wonder-what-it-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3052905656937408691</id><published>2010-02-28T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:07:40.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daniel complains that i have too low standards for what i consider pretty in a girls looks. My two requirements are pretty much a nice fringe, long hair and not fat, that's more or less all. I'm not sure if it's good or bad but perhaps it is only fair to say i am justified in having only 2 requirements because i have no idea what society considers hot. Anyway, guys who go around pointing out random girls on the street and labeling them 'chio bu' are such turnoffs. How can you tell the girl is not the biggest moron you have ever met or the most stupid idiotic bimbo ever? Anyway, it's probably good my standards are low, ignorance is bliss. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty girls are like items on display, everybody sees them but nobody buys them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's a pretty good comparison because nobody gets attached to a pretty girl just to know who she really is. Everyone just wants her body lol. In a sense, they are like footballs, kicked everywhere by everyone but they don't settle down until after a while. They never really find true love, only bits and snippets of infatuation. They are almost disadvantaged with good looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, fueled by chemicals ends in a heartbreak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3052905656937408691?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3052905656937408691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3052905656937408691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3052905656937408691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3052905656937408691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/daniel-complains-that-i-have-too-low.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2353505794668203980</id><published>2010-02-28T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:52:15.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kim, imagine this, you did a test honestly, but you got a shock when you received your results. You had scored zero. Why? The teacher decided your answers were too similar to Vienas and therefore he gave you zero WITHOUT any proof at all, and whats more, he scolded you and did not allow you to explain yourself.. How would you feel? You would feel he is the most annoying idiot right? You would be furious because he took action against without proof. You would be angry because he scolded you for nothing. So therefore, you're angry if somebody scolds you for nothing. But, in truth, YOU ARE LIKE THAT KIM. You scolded the Indian guy for nothing. You weren't even sure he was upskirting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Truthfully if lets say i lost my ball and was looking for it under the seat, and suddenly the girl there accuses me of upskirt, i would be angry. Hey man Kim who would want to upskirt YOU anyway? You should be more nice la.... Come to think of it Viena is nicer than you. I mean, he's just looking for a ball what, why you so gan-cheong straight away assume he is trying to do something wrong. Remember, no matter whose fault it is, it is always your fault too in some way. You should never shirk your responsibility. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think it this way, if you accidentally drop a paper ball behind someone sitting down, how would you feel if he straight away accused you of throwing it at him? You would feel angry and that injustice was served. Always look at everything with a two point view. Think of how the Indian guy felt. He probably felt insulted and that you were so unreasonable because you anyhow point fingers.'He probably went home and complained to his parents and friends that he met such a freakin bitch on the bus. His MSN nick is probably, "Farfield girls are such bitches"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just be less mean la. Be more tolerant or everyone will point at you and say, "Hey look, there's the counselor that abuses power and cao bei at everything"  Trust me, it doesn't pay to throw your power around, your juniors will come back and hate you for what you did to them. They will tell their friends and the friends will hate you as well. I have experienced that before and it's no fun. No matter what you say, even if you are talking sense, their pride will be hurt and insulted. He/she will hate you. They will refuse to listen to you but instead will listen to the more friendly ones. It doesn't pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2353505794668203980?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2353505794668203980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2353505794668203980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2353505794668203980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2353505794668203980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/kim-imagine-this-you-did-test-honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4788955227124599809</id><published>2010-02-25T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:16:09.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember there was once in Primary 6, there was a relief teacher around. She was relieving the lesson before recess. It was pretty wacky, just hanging around with Daniel and doing stupid things. Anyway, when the recess bell rang, she let the girls go first. And she said that the boys should be gentlemen, should let girls go first. However, i was pretty irritated by the fact she had just shown direct biasm. At that time, i didn't think of anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, if i could relive that past scene, i would have retorted, "The girls aren't even being like ladies so why should we be gentlemen? Since being a gentlemen is traditional, then, the girls shouldn't even be in school because it's tradition." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, girls have been proving themselves to be as good as men in many fields of work, namely maths and science and so on. So, therefore, i do not think depriving females of a seat is very harmful. Thus, next time, i shall refuse to give my seat to a girl who is standing while i'm sitting. HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, since we brushed the topic on which gender is superior, i will state that i actually don't really care. Men and women need each other regardless how much they hate each other. Even if everyone becomes homo, then there will be no reproduction and the human race would die out simply because we are such massive assholes. Seems like the government better do something about the 20% lesbian girls in CHIJ or else they won't get the baby boom they want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men and women are attracted to each other anyway. Like North and South poles of a magnet, they attract. The opposite sex is meant to attract you, not the same sex that attracts you. If you are one of those people, then i think you're a freak. YOU ARE ABNORMAL AND DISGUSTING. YOU'RE SICK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, back to the point, i don't really care who is superior, i don't care if it's a woman, a black man, or a dog who is in power as long as my future is the same and i will not be disadvantaged in any way whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-4788955227124599809?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4788955227124599809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=4788955227124599809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4788955227124599809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4788955227124599809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-remember-there-was-once-in-primary-6.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-1534943507839703716</id><published>2010-02-25T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:59:02.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is also another topic i really can't take. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i see a boy who doesn't want to do something, such as jump across a drain, and the people around him start calling him no balls or that he's not a man and so on. Ok then, therefore i can infer that denying your basic survival instinct is being a man. I also remember, Faisal said that you have a watch Porn at least once then you can be a man. So, unless you sexually excite yourself by watching porn, you are not a man. Society says that, if you're short, you are not a man. If you have any defect whatsoever, you are not a man. Finally, if you are feminine in any way, such as a high voice, or read twilight, then you are not a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, to society a real man is someone who puts having fun in front of safety, has muscles and sexually stimulates himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you? What is a real man to you? Is it someone who has massive muscles? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate it when boys go around daring each other to do something and when they refuse they start accusing each other of being girls and so on. And the most ironic, hypocritical and moronic part is they start acting like gays. You have no idea how much i hate it when they start acting like gays. It's so disgusting. What is wrong with you? Tell others to be a man and you yourself start acting gay. IT'S F**KING SICK YOU KNOW THAT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOATHE YOU? Just disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make up your retarded mind. You a guy or a gay? Be against homosexuality or be with it. Stop acting like halves so i can choose to loathe you properly or decide you are actually alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real man, is obviously not a porno, nor is he someone who denies his survival instinct. A real man, is somebody who has matured. Someone who has stopped and put his childish ways long behind him to take on the world and it's challenges. To take up his responsibilities. To make decisions and then live with the consequences, be they good or bad. To stop screwing around. To take responsibility for their own actions and stop blaming others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my brother said, maturity and not beer is what separates the men and the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for you, have you become a man? If you say you are a man and therefore say you are mature, then go do your homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, i am not a man yet, i guess. I still made several dumbass decisions in different areas of my life. And i definitely did not do my homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-1534943507839703716?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1534943507839703716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=1534943507839703716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1534943507839703716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1534943507839703716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-also-another-topic-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-5871518337809636381</id><published>2010-02-23T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:01:21.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't take it anymore i need to type out a blog post against those people who watch movies just to see the actors. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any idea how waste time and waste money you are? -.- Please la, Constance, watch just to see Taylor Swift Taylor Launter and don't know what other Taylor. Eh your very lame leh, spend money just to go and see 2 actors. Anyway, valentines day looks really boring. Seeing the plot on wiki, it's just a bunch of combined love stories. Eh come on la even Shakespeare can beat that. How ridiculous, watch to see the actors. Somehow it has integrated itself into becoming another one of girly habits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one is Alvin and The Chipmunks, the moment i saw it i swore to myself never to watch it. COME ON MAN 3 gay chipmunks and a human. Confirm absolutely nothing in the storyline. And some of the girls in my class actually watch it because the chipmunks are cute. Now thats twice as worse. Hey man the are animations!!! If you are obsessed with some real living actor, that is somewhat ok. But to like an animation? Oh you're kidding me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people, like to go around the net asking people to tag on their blogs. See, the point here is that, you want your blog to have more tags than anyone else. So, you go around asking people to tag. However, my point of view is this. If your blog has so many tags that the server crashes, but how did you get it? You got it by asking people to tag there. Tell me, is it very hard to ask someone to tag on your blog? Therefore, since not much effort is required, then your amount of tags now amount to nothing, because you didn't really need to do much. So your blog got alot of tags, SO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that you shouldn't go around asking people to tag on your blog, that's just lame. You should earn your tags, earn it by presenting questions to the readers. Put funny stuff on your blogs la. If you are really an idiot then post videos from Youtube or something or jokes. Or even start a "forum" where you ask yourself questions like, "Is homosexuality is wrong?" Or statements like, "Have an ah lian girlfriend and you will need to buy a gas mask"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-5871518337809636381?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/5871518337809636381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=5871518337809636381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/5871518337809636381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/5871518337809636381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-take-it-anymore-i-need-to-type.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-7846331031783750231</id><published>2010-02-21T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:50:45.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i saw a couple kissing below my block. They were in a place where they thought no one can see la but i can see because of a lovely binoculars. I spotted them when i happened to look out of the window. So i go kapo and and watch. They didn't really do anything other than kiss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, the point here is that, after watching for a half a minute, i suddenly thought to myself, why do people kiss? Why? Why the mouth? Why not the finger? Why not the cheek? I mean, not that i have anything against kissing but why on the mouth? People say that it is because your mouth is a sensitive area. But no, the mouth is only sensitive to heat and cold. You probably feel more with your fingers than your mouth anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, kissing came about not in the way you might expect. In ancient Rome the men usually needed to go out during the day, and would not come home for hours on end. So, some of these mens wives would go out drinking. As in drinking wine and essentially partying. So, when the husbands came home, they would act normal and go about their business. And they were really good actors too. Anyway, how kissing came about is actually a way to check if your wife has been drinking. They would come home and first thing they do, lock lips with their wife and check for a alcoholic breath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. How kissing came about. During your first kiss, remember to check for an alcohol taste XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-7846331031783750231?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7846331031783750231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=7846331031783750231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7846331031783750231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7846331031783750231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-i-saw-couple-kissing-below-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4110115095138089961</id><published>2010-02-18T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:46:43.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently i am observing the policy of isolationism in my new class. That is why only Jane knows my e-mail and this blog. Edric knows my number. Nobody knows my birthday. Lmao. I love my identity secret. So, unless Jane talks about me to her friends, which is extremely unlikely, nobody will know my e-mail or this blog until i decide to show everyone i am not that quiet.(which is also unlikely)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This also means i will be getting a lot of , "Wow i didn't know you were like that" or, "I thought you very quiet one?" Actually, i get that a lot. In fact, i get that all the time from somebody who didn't know me. It seems that everybody has accepted the stereotype of the quiet Luke and nobody can accept who i am at school. If i tell you all i make alot of noise in class and am responsible for half the pranks in class, hardly anyone will believe it. It is like i am two different people in Church and school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz. I miss people like Jon, Bee, Viena and Kim. Saddddd. We would all sit together and insult Bryan. People in my new Express class aren't really to my liking. All of them are either pervs or not my type. And the girls? Well the girls are different, more girly characteristics and annoying high voices. Like really high, eg: Annabella and Glad. Their voices and laughs are like really high, as if they swallowed helium or something. Well at any rate it's better than having a crow voices like Hui Huis and Reginas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep calling Glad Joy. Joy is her twin sister and they look the same, if they swapped name tags i wouldn't be able to tell the difference at all. In primary 6 Joy was in my class, and i tagged the name Joy to her face. Unfortunately Glad has the SAME face and i now that memory is resurfacing. I involuntarily call her Joy. When i did, i thought she trying to dao me or what, keep saying,  "Eh Joy, Eh, Joy!" And then i remember, "Oh yah crap she's Glad" And i mentally smack myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to know the difference between what makes a blog content look crappy and what makes it suck? If i didn't paragraph all my words and use proper English, it would look crappy and lame. Also, paragraphing makes your posts seem longer(press enter to go to next line). Using proper English and capitalizing words behind full stops gives readers a 'professional feel'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truthfully my writing isn't all that good. In fact it is only ordinary, this is evident from the fact i don't score very well in writing. Contrary to popular belief, i am not a good runner either, and neither am i very smart. And i most definitely do not work out. If i were to run 2.4 right now, i bet most of the girls in church can beat me. And i am only smart be NA standards, like who isn't? NA is so damned easy. Right now the only area where i keep my high scores is in Chemistry, but so what? Who isn't good in Chemistry? We've been learning it for a whole year! So i don't understand why people congratulate me on getting into Express and scoring high in my Chemistry test, i mean, if i score high in my A maths test, then i understand, because A maths is damn irritating. Almost everybody fails their first A maths test what. I am no exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i found out the reason why everybody thinks Japanese girls are sluts. A lot of movies today show them as girls in scanty clothes and behaving in a slut fashion. Anyway, it can't be that bad.... after all, they can't be worse than American girls.... but anyway there is a good thing about all these sluts. And the good thing is..........................they're not here in Singapore. Or at least SG girls are not like that. What a disaster if so. But keep in mind, we are not totally free from them. Parents actually are stupid enough to send their sons and daughters to single sex schools which essentially are breeding grounds for homos and despos. (according to Regina)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-4110115095138089961?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4110115095138089961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=4110115095138089961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4110115095138089961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4110115095138089961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/currently-i-am-observing-policy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8567761216407064348</id><published>2010-02-16T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:20:49.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to compile what people think of me into a blog post. So, based on how you behave towards me, talk to me and so on, i have compiled it all, and so if anything below is wrong, say so in the cbox provided.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Damn irritating" -Nick Bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Open and funny" -Constance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A nice person" -Regina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Too antisocial" -Nick Tan and Aaron Allwood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Too emo and serious" -En Li&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"More than meets the eye" -BB camp instructor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can take ALOT of bullshit" -Primary school BB officer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Looks quiet, very serious look but all that disappears when he becomes active" -Forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Like a noble gas, so unresponsive" -Primary school Science teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Moron" -Viena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dimwit" -Kim Sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Too good in Halo 2" -Jon, Faisal and Bryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rich kid" -Jon, Faisal, Bryan, Bee and YWR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A damn irritating guy who snipes you from afar and shotguns you when close in Halo 2" -H2 buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cool guy" -Cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Science pro because his mother teacher" -Edwin Chang and Zhan Hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Give attitude to primers and officers in BB" -Daniel Choo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Guai Kia" -AGL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The goth version of Paul" -Clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will never get a girlfriend" -Zoey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bookworm" -AGL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Read at random times" -Celeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mature but thinks he isn't" -Max Liaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rantful" -Xin Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quiet" -Jane Ong, Belinda Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Luke is a kid, an ordinary kid. He's fun and short but we can't blame him, its just fate" -Steve Wong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Like Paul" -Edward Koh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Likes to comment too much" -Elis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Needs to socialize more and be friendly, show people his face is not what he is like" -OBS instructor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Always looks like he is deep in thought" -Marcus Ang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Someone who's pretty knowledgable, but can be an arrogant piece of turd too." -Amanda Lai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hardworking kid, but too quiet" -Kenneth Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One who does not mind expressing his opinions and feelings through his actions, though not explicitly or extravagantly." -Shaunald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Has a self esteem problem" -Forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cute boy" -Girls older than me when i was 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quick reflexes" CoD friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8567761216407064348?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8567761216407064348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8567761216407064348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8567761216407064348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8567761216407064348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-decided-to-compile-what-people.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6120495927260877384</id><published>2010-02-15T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:26:02.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just watching The Last Samurai. It's a pretty emotional show but anyway, just watch it and you can see how cultural and traditional the Japanese are. Obviously, they are steeped in tradition, believing in honor. However, what are the Japanese today?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us(not me) view Japan as a country that sells electronics, makes lovely sushi, liberates porn, the boys are pervs, the girls sluts. It is saddening to see such a country that is such a rich tradition become another America(in general). Truthfully, America is falling apart. Their young people are being exposed to too many social vices. They actually give out condoms during their version of lifeskills lessons, saying, since they're going to do it, then might as well be safe. America's divorce rate is also going up, and so is crime. In general, they are falling apart. But not yet, they will remain powerful for a while more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will happen when China becomes the most powerful country? The only thing that is holding the Chinese back is a corrupted government. The moment a influential leader comes to power, boomz. They are off. And then what? Maybe we will see more melamine in milk. Or more crappy guns that spoil after one shot. (lol Aaron)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politics. Haiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If there are any Japanese reading this and you feel pissed i insulted you and your country, that i am wrong about slut girls and perverted guys and porn shops, remember, i never said i believe that. I only said i HEARD it, i never believed it because i never met a Japanese before and therefore cannot make accurate judgement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6120495927260877384?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6120495927260877384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6120495927260877384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6120495927260877384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6120495927260877384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-just-watching-last-samurai.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8003925478742159867</id><published>2010-02-12T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:15:21.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, Vanessa Ghui made a new blog. What a failure. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link:&lt;a href="http://www.vanessaglitterfairy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.vanessaglitterfairy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the worst blog i have ever seen. The one and only post is a picture of her that has been cropped and reflected. The title of the pathetic post is, "new blog so happy" WHAT.A.FAILURE. It doesn't even have a nice theme! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, that is the problem with young girls making lame ass blogs. Without a doubt, they sure fail. It's a no need to see kind of thing. Sure fail. As in content fail la. And they always come up with lame ass names to go along with the lame ass blog. Like Glitter Fairy and Star Blue. Undoubtedly, they will create a blog and then soon stop posting on it because they themselves know it fails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH!!! I can't stop thinking about how fail it is!!!!! SUCH A FAILURE!!! ARGHGHGHGGHXDLFILl1!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People like Vanessa shouldn't even be exposed to the Internet in the first place. In fact, so many parents are spoiling their kids today. Primary 3 got handphone already. What is this rubbish? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz. That's one big problem about me. I can't stop criticizing. It is my life blood. I love criticizing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like blogs express who you are. If you are a somewhat outgoing like Amanda Lai then you will see pictures everywhere. To deduce a gangster count the number of f*cks. A 'guai' girl like Constance types neatly and tries not to use Singlish. A BOF or Kpop lover, just look at the wish list and check for Korean names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8003925478742159867?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8003925478742159867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8003925478742159867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8003925478742159867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8003925478742159867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-vanessa-ghui-made-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2207927105358374922</id><published>2010-02-10T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:30:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note: This post is for Christians, those who aren't interested please go on to Facebook. &lt;div&gt;Thank you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James 1 v22-25:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at himself in the mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it-he will be blessed in what he does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself was once a ignorant Christian. A fake Christian(for want of a better word) It strikes me how ignorant i was. It was like i was asleep, blurring into the world. All i cared about was having fun and at the same time getting good results. Until i was 12. I had my first real touch with God. I was surprised, why was i crying? It dawned on me the holy spirit was making me shed tears. At that time, i couldn't understand. Now, i do. The years from 12-15 were the most spiritually eventful time of my life and still is. Now, i know my real purpose. I know what i have to do, it's like at 12, God rang the bell and woke me up to new and foreign things. To be honest, I didn't like it. I miss my old carefree life and still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wake up, O sleeper, rise from the dead and let Christ's light shine on you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means, wake up, from the death of world. Get up and away from the world, where there is salvation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For you are in the world, but not part of it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It simply means, you are in the world, but do not indulge in the sins and vices of this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For if you are one of those who call themselves Christians but yet indulge in sin, then i am really sad for you. You have missed the point. There is so much understanding and freedom right in your face, but yet you're ignorant. So what can you do? Pray first. Then, have faith. Finally, do. Truthfully, praying is the easiest part. You will forget, so that's why, do Quiet Time and pray everyday. Pray and believe, don't just utter words. Seek Him with all your heart. And He will come. He WILL come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who already believe but are not doing anything, next time, in chapel, look around, look at those who are doing things like making fun of songs and deliberately clap out of sync. Will you see their faces in Heaven? How may familiar faces in Heaven will you see? Will you go up there, and realize, oh no, i could have done so much more to save my friends. Will that happen to you? Faces on the street. How many of them will you see in heaven? So, what can you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who believe and are struggling, i suggest using the devotional book Everyday with Jesus, by Selwyn Hughes. If you are discouraged, remember this, if you want to be pleasing to God but fail and feel you're not good enough and you'll never make it, be glad. For it shows the Holy Spirit is in your life. The very fact you want to be holy and pleasing and feel guilt after committing a sin, then it's a sign the holy spirit is in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't give up. Great rewards await you in Heaven. Think of life as a time of trial.&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/2376382685853357795-2207927105358374922?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2207927105358374922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2207927105358374922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2207927105358374922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2207927105358374922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/note-this-post-is-for-christians-those.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-418259112545266773</id><published>2010-02-07T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:36:45.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh!! I hate LED TV advertisements!! Especially when he said, imagine if everybody used one of these power saving LED TV's, we could light up a light bulb for 1.5 hours. Slap your stupid smiling face la. Talk so much you pay for me la!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also another one is the short clip that plays before a pirated DVD. The short clip  says that it's better to buy a original DVD because the quality is superior and so on, and again, YOU PAY FOR ME LA! Original damn expensive ok! Think what?? They grow on trees is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Queensway with my parents to buy some things. And the shirts there are like ridiculously priced, please. Look man, a shirt, is basically some cotton, which is picked and farmed at low costs. Then, a design. The ink is undoubtedly not expensive. So now, how is it, a single shirt with some gay design, can cost up to $35? Please la! What are you paying for? The design only lorh! What a waste of money. The profit is like, up to more than a 100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money money money money. Ultimately, things should be cheaper. It's only because of some selfish bastard and all the shipping bullshit, and so prices snowball as products go into hands of selfish after selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to regret taking A Maths now. It takes lots of effort.  But anyway, some people ask what my future plans are, and so, i took a A Maths because i wanted to get into Engineering in Poly. Also, i am considering becoming a D&amp;amp;T teacher like Mr Choy. Maybe marry at around 25-35. And of course, keep updating this blog as long as i can. So yeah, there it is, the rough practical outline of my plans. Of course, some people like Viena have impractical plans like planning to have a Lambo. (what an idiot) In fact, Paul also has plans to earn about 10 million by the time he is 30. And perhaps he will buy a lambo to show off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-418259112545266773?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/418259112545266773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=418259112545266773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/418259112545266773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/418259112545266773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/argh-i-hate-led-tv-advertisements.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3790899096998710431</id><published>2010-02-06T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:01:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is screwed up. This is very screwed up. It is more screwed up than very screwed up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna know what happened? OK. A few days ago, some random person added me on MSN. I have no idea who she was. I assumed it was just one of my new classmates that somehow found my e-mail. Anyway, she went online and i asked her who she was. And you know what? The first thing she asked was(on MSN), "Are you a male?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Uhh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: What site did i add you from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Huh what site?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: Nvm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: Hey check me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sends link*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Umm what link is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: My pictures. I think you'll really like them if you like Chinese girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*OMG* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut a long story short, a porn star added me on MSN. WTH. SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. And then, she told me she was in Singapore and asked me if i wanted to meet up. My God!! What will i do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i told her i was a minor and she would get in trouble if we did. She said ohh. Then she apologized and went offline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the shit man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3790899096998710431?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3790899096998710431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3790899096998710431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3790899096998710431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3790899096998710431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6054911896908120905</id><published>2010-01-30T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:19:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of people ask me whether i love my eldest brother(Paul) or whether he loves me as a brother. Or sometimes, what we are like at home. The answer to that is, yes, he loves me(as a bro) but he doesn't show it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home, we never talk. Though we live together, we know very little about each other. Honestly, i know more about Jonathan than both my brothers combined. But i know we love each other as brothers. There were instances where they showed they care about me, like in Malaysia once, i went off with Marcus and a few others. My brothers didn't know. Immediately, they began fretting around. They were worried sick. They thought i was lost or something. And then they realised i simply went downstairs to buy something to eat with friends. When they realised that, everything went back to normal. Saying one syllable words when communicating and putting up the age barriers. But thats alright, it's mainly because the age gap between us is really big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, for those wanting to know what Paul is like at home, he is usually quiet, but sometimes, we will remember something funny and laugh together. Also, whenever he wants to say something, or rant about something, he says it to me. If he said it to Mark, Mark will be, "Orh ok". Also, sometimes, when he needs me, for example, to play a board game with him or rate his YE videos, he never takes no for an answer. If i refuse he'll just say, 'You said yes right? Ok lets go' And then he'll drag me up to his room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, he is great brother. If i need help, i know he'll help. It's just i never asked. If you think he's weird, i understand. When you first see him, he'll act in a funny way. Once, when Viena came to my house, he asked in a interrogating manner, 'whose friend are you?' And she was like, "Orh orh ah Luke' Later she asked me why my brother was so weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm somewhat like him, but not as good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. There it is. My eldest brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6054911896908120905?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6054911896908120905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6054911896908120905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6054911896908120905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6054911896908120905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/lot-of-people-ask-me-whether-i-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4505156269778021189</id><published>2010-01-23T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt bored in life? Felt you have no goals? And if you do and you already achieved those goals, do you feel a sense of meaninglessness? Do you wish for a cause? A cause you are willing to die for? And a cause that can reward you for eternity? What is your life? Born.Study.Work.Marry.Reproduce.Die. And then what? After you die? Then? Cease into nothingness? Rot into the ground? Be forgotten.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is our lives. First, there was nothing. Then there was a big bang in space. A massive bang. Then, this bang somehow formed matter. The matter formed our solar system and the billions of others like it. Then, out of nowhere, life. Out of the non living, came the living. This matter, formed life. Life that could think, move, breathe. then it evolved. Evolved into sentient beings. Out of brainless creatures, came thinking ones. These sentient beings further evolved into all the animals we know today. Therefore, out of nothing, came matter. Out of matter, came the world. Out of the world, came life. Out of life, complicated sentient beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly evolution is rather flimsy eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if told you, there was a creator. Or rather, there IS a creator. A God, all powerful. So powerful he spoke the Earth into motion. A real, living, breathing God with emotions. He knows your thoughts. Knows you inside out. Knows your soul. Knows your future because He planned your future. He knows you because he made you, He created all things. So powerful that if he wanted you dead all he needs to do is to snap his fingers and you're dead. He is so great, so mighty, so awesome, perfect, never stumbling, never tired, never dying, no need of rest. And yet, this powerful, mighty, great and awesome God chooses to love you. You, you are worthless by yourself. What are you? Nothing. Nothing compared to him. You, you are corrupted with sin. Your wrong things, all the wrong things you did separate you from Him. He cannot come near you because of your sins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He cannot stand sin because He is perfect in nature. He is love, joy peace, mercy and kind and forgiving. But yet, yet, this great and awesome God loves you. He loves you so much. No matter how much sin you commit, no matter if you are holy, if you give to charity, if you never do homework, if you killed someone before, if you cursed somebody, if you burned a million joss sticks, if you're homo, He still loves you. He will forgive you Nothing you do can make Him love you less. Nothing you do can make Him hate you. He will never give up on you. He loves you more than your brother sister father mother boyfriend combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sin kept Him from you. So do you know what He did? He sent His son Jesus Christ to die on the cross. His only son, to die for you. His one son who died for you, died a horrible death. His son died a slow torturous death. He sacrificed his son for you, and now, his sons blood is your penance. Now, He is not separated from you. He longs for you. He loves you so much. He is waiting for you. He watches you with love everyday. It's not he isn't there, he is everywhere. He is not like the other false gods. Those gods need a temple, need a place of worship. Those gods are false. You see, Christianity is not a religion. Christianity is not doing good. Christianity is a personal relationship with God. Christianity is being a follower of Christ, being a mini Christ, obeying his laws and loving God. But if you really love God, everything will fall into place. And you don't even need to go to a church to talk to Him. You can talk to Him ANYWHERE. Anywhere you want, anytime you want. Your bedroom can. Your toilet also can. And the thing is, He is always listening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God loves you. It's a personal relationship with Him. It's a daily walk with Him. And it starts, when you decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about what i said. Think deeply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be disappointed if nothing spiritual happens. That's how it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i would like to say something to those already following Christ. Those of you who never really took God seriously, do so today. Please, don't be a lukewarm Christian. Don't be halfway, neither here nor there. Don't be like those who to church, sing some songs, give 10cents and go to school the next day and start swearing, start sinning. Because you are lukewarm, neither cold nor hot, The Lord is going to spit you out of his mouth. How He wishes you were either! Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron you can start by avoiding the Facebook horoscope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicholas should start by being more serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, flee from what is evil and cling to what is good. Pray for each other, pray for me, that i will not fall away like i have been doing lately. Pray that all the other Christians out there who are lukewarm will be touched by God. Pray the Haitians will receive relief. Pray for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read: Romans:8 v9-17, 2 Timothy:2 v14-26, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side Note:Nothing, is nothing. When i say nothing, there is nothing. No movement, no time, no air, no space. Not even space! There is nothing. I don't mean a vacuum. A vacuum has space inside, you can put your finger inside space. There isn't even space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-4505156269778021189?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4505156269778021189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=4505156269778021189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4505156269778021189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4505156269778021189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-you-ever-felt-bored-in-life-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3896285493622240290</id><published>2010-01-23T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching Meet The Robinsons on my com just now, and there was alot of time traveling. They traveled back in time to change their future by changing their past. Of course, it's all bullshit, but i thought of something strange. What if you relived your life? What if one day you fell asleep and woke up to find you're back to a three year old? But even better, you still have the mind of your old life. Imagine! How shiok! You could own school. You do algebra while everybody is thinking how to do 1+1. You know your whole life! Relive experiences, holidays, and make the correct choices.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll list out 3 things i would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.First, i will spend more time studying chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, all of you know that my Chinese is bad and all......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.I would make all the correct choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of those correct choices would be saying NO to that GIRL and spare myself the constant 'do you still like' me smses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.I would be more mature than anybody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well just imagine, how mature you would be. If you were a boy, then perhaps alot of girls would like you and if you were a girl, nobody would really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constance, if you think that you don't deserve anyone, thats not true. Don't think like that, nobody but me should. People like you for who you are. Sometimes guys just want a simple bubbly girl. No real need for looks. In some ways you(and the other NA girls) are better than most, if not all the church girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3896285493622240290?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3896285493622240290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3896285493622240290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3896285493622240290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3896285493622240290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-watching-meet-robinsons-on-my-com.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8530148973561772227</id><published>2010-01-21T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Latest happenings in school:&lt;div&gt;1.I never pack my bag, but that kept me out of trouble today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well basically there is A Maths remedial today, but no A Maths lesson. So alot of people forgot to bring their textbooks and exercise books. As you all know me, i never pack my bag and so my maths book is in my bag regardless of whether there is lessons or not. So, irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.The guys in my class are like, excited every time they see a hot girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever they see a hot girl, they always go, "eh eh eh look look look, over there, ya ya eh she damn hot leh Go ask for number la go la go la". Honestly, i just go -.-" What a bunch of fools. There is this guy in basketball CCA, and he said that there was this damn hot girl from Whitley Secondary, Number 4. He saw her in between one of his matches. He said she damn chio, what got proportion and the face nice or something similar. He kept talking about her and even looked up her schools basketball matches so he could watch her matches. He also said that for some reason schools number 7's are always hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys in my class are also a bit of perverts, but not so bad. I've seen worse. Why they are perverts? Well it's pretty obvious. They talk sexually related nonsense during class and say things like fondle or penetrate. That's the behaviour of guys today for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that guys who behave like that are seriously stupid. Why? Well If you think she's hot, and you want to hit on her, i tell you there is a high chance of failure. Why? Well, since she's hot, then alot of guys have already tried. So she has 'seen it all' and knows whether you just want to be friends or just want her body. Anyway, most of these 'hot girls' rarely have nice characters. There is usually something wrong with their characters, like too girly, too bitchy, always. It's only a balance of nature. Ugly girls have nice characters. Pretty girls have bad ones. (In general) It's all just a balance of nature. Take Miss Ng May Gay, she is short but has massive lungs and a fierce nature. It's to make up for her size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Just finished A Maths and E Maths homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Joel Li is a unlimited source of homework. He is a never ending river of homework. Haiz. You don't know mann. Everytime, i have to switch back and forth between A mode and E mode. It gets so bad that i file AM worksheets in my EM file and when Mr Li asked what he has taught us so far in AM i said indices which is an EM subject. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell. After i finish AM hmw, i need to go through round 2 which is EM hmw. My whole life nothing but Maths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8530148973561772227?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8530148973561772227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8530148973561772227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8530148973561772227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8530148973561772227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/latest-happenings-in-school-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-7214146058683925181</id><published>2010-01-17T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a way, Kim is right. Express people should not look down on NA or NT. But, if you want to say something or take a stand for something, you also must have something solid to back it up. In other words, if Kim wants people to not look down on NA, she has to gain respect first. HAHA. Kim you struggle with A Maths and yet you don't want people to look down. If you score A's for Annoying Maths, then i really will respect you. In fact i will envy you because right now i also struggle with Annoying Maths. You must also understand, the IED teacher explains it more thoroughly not because he thinks you are stupid, but because he wants you to understand. If he only explained a little, then you would say he's not clear. So if he explains alot, you say he insult. If he doesn't you say he not clear. Then what you want?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have something to say about the lame names you guys are using on Facebook. What the hell la. What the heck is Wei Ren Graniteshoof? What the hell is Reina Xin Yi? AND WHAT THE SHIT BRYAN MINDCHANGER?????? Ever since i changed my name to Rudolf everyone followed. I dunno did i cause it or what? But however, i changed my name to protect my identity, not to have a cool name, so ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-7214146058683925181?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7214146058683925181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=7214146058683925181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7214146058683925181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7214146058683925181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-way-kim-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4581719022639668129</id><published>2010-01-15T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder what it will be like to live someone else life. Not that i'm trying to be a pervert or something but just to know what it's like to not be Luke and be somebody else. I would be free to do anything, be free to be what i liked.Of course, some people would like to be me, have my COD skills, my brain, my TV, my xbox and my com. But honestly, i examine my routine and find i'm very boring. Everyday, eat the same thing. Spend and save same amount of money.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up 6am. School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finish school 2.15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reach home 2.45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On com 3.00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaming 3.15pm             (Sometimes i take a nap or go tuition)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finish gaming 6.45pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner 7pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homework 8pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revision 9pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QT 9.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i not tired, i will continue gaming until 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it is. In a nutshell. Pretty boring. Everything is routine. Everything i do, i hardly change it. I hate change. And for some reason this even applies to crushes. Which means i like someone i like that someone for very very veryyyy long. Record is 1.5years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-4581719022639668129?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4581719022639668129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=4581719022639668129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4581719022639668129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4581719022639668129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-wonder-what-it-will-be-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-631838279155924633</id><published>2010-01-15T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason, everyone in school thinks i am the invincible man. I am the person who never makes mistakes, never falters, will always score high marks except for Chinese. I have no weaknesses, am invulnerable to disease, no need of pleasure(as in happiness not sex)and am absolutely independent of love. I have no feelings, and disregard others feelings when it comes to saying the truth. In short, i am the invincible cold blooded terminator, or ICBT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that is absolute bullshit. Who doesn't make mistakes? Who does not want happiness? Who doesn't need relationships? And i do care about others feelings, it's just they do not affect me as much as they affect others. It's not i don't want a girlfriend, nor is it i am avoiding one, i know and accept i will most likely have one, but not now. And if you think i'm fit, the only time i run is when playing MW2. Besides, i threw up in class the last week. But i was happy because i got to skip BB lol. And it's not i'm fearless or anything, i just think, 'Just get this shit over with lets gogogogogogogogogo' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Express girls are much smarter than NA girls like Viena. Now, when i argue, it's a very long argument and not just a single word and i win kind of thing anymore. Haiz i miss making Viena or Kim shut up with only one word. So, just put it this way express girls can use words. NA girls can use their legs and fists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, i am quite disappointed with the cell groupings. I don't know anybody. Or rather i don't talk to anyone in my cell group because mostly everyone is more mature than me and therefore talk about mature stuff which i actually can join in but find rather boring. I bet they separated me and Aaron on purpose. Now, it is ultimately sian. New class in school and new group in church. Circumstances are so annoying. Soon i'll be a real loner kid-.- talk to absolutely nobody. No one in church nor school and only online. Argh! Who am i talk to and share my thoughts with! Definitely not Nat Ghui or Spencer the Long Socks guy! And obviously not Regina! Or Steph and Samuel. NOBODY! NOBODY AT ALL! I even have more people i talk to in BB which i dislike! Even Aaron got Celeste! (everybody says they will..........) And Nick talks so much he can talk to himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH! SO MANY EXCLAMATION MARKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-631838279155924633?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/631838279155924633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=631838279155924633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/631838279155924633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/631838279155924633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-some-reason-everyone-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-7659581163156367421</id><published>2010-01-09T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss AGL. Alot. I suppose my previous post about not hanging out anymore gave the impression i don't like you guys anymore. If i said that was true i would be lying. I miss our old days together ok? Nobody in my new class is as cool as you guys. AGL is the best ring of friends i had for a long time. Perhaps the best, even for my short life. There's no one as fat as Bryan, and there's no one as violent as Viena, nobody as fishy as Kim, none as random as Jon, or as unique and Bee, Wei Ren and Faisal. Stepping into the project room today really reminded me of fond memories that will never be relived. Haiz. Maybe i should just drop making friends and just be attentive throughout the year. I'll be a real un-sociable person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constance was happy to update me on current affairs. She said there was this guy who sent her a note saying, "I saw you looking at me during lesson. You like me is it? Tell me now!" I think it's quite funny. Lol. What a moron like that also what to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-7659581163156367421?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7659581163156367421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=7659581163156367421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7659581163156367421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7659581163156367421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-agl.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2795319754254686470</id><published>2010-01-07T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i sat alone in the canteen, as usual. I didn't care about anybody. All i wanted was to hurry and chew my food. I sat alone, and i don't see why people think it's such a big deal. Everytime i do, even people i don't know appear out of nowhere and ask, Eh Luke why sit alone/so emo? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, i was sitting alone. Then suddenly Viena Constance and Kimbelyn appeared from behind and started heaping insults and my nicknames onto me. They were all fighting to call me names. Like, seriously, appeared from nowhere and ganged up on me. As always la. Always ganging up on me because alone by themselves they cannot win any argument. Very lame leh your. Each one got their own different name for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constance is: Red Nosed Donkey, Old grandmother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viena is: Dumb/stupid Fox, Foxy Old Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim is: Old Lady, Dimwit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, people from church, don't start feeling pity for me because there is no malice in their insults and i know they're just messing around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, why i posted this was actually because after they all left, Daniel Choo(Viena's ehhmmh ehhehmmm) came up to me and said, "If that wasn't flirting, then what was it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied:"Eh what the hell la. I wasn't flirting"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DC:"Then what was it?(Gives stupid smile)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:"I didn't flirt lorh. They came to me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DC:"Haiz eh you very good leh you nice work"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:"Aiyah you always talking shit la you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please lorh. Flirting with girls i have already known for two years? Thats isn't flirting anymore that's more like hitting on them. Eh eh wait wait wait i'm not saying i was hitting on them hor. Besides, you all know i'm not looking for a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And anyway, Constance is not starting until she's 19, Viena is afraid of commitment, and Kim is a fish, so... i believe i made my point clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2795319754254686470?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2795319754254686470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2795319754254686470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2795319754254686470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2795319754254686470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-sat-alone-in-canteen-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4936119211751848317</id><published>2010-01-04T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was such a nice day...... Some lovely person called my hand phone. I picked up. And then my ear exploded. There was some lunatic shouting on the other end. I swear, words poured out of my earphone. I was too shocked to understand what she was saying let alone what she was saying. After i recovered, i managed to catch some words but i still couldn't understand what she wanted. I said, "eh wait la" And SHE SCREAMED AT ME DON'T TELL ME THAT! By now i was like -.- but i was curious so i listened. By now, i pieced together that she thought i was her boyfriend or something and she screaming why you so unfaithful, and then finally she said it's over, and hung up. It was dead symbolic. I tried to call her back but she rejected my calls. In the end i sent an sms saying, "I think you've got the wrong number." Straight away she called back, and when she heard my voice, she was all like, ohmygoshsorrysorryithoughtyouweremyboyfriendblahblahblah and i told her, "dial properly next time" then i hung up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz. Whoever her boyfriend was i bet his ear exploded too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-4936119211751848317?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4936119211751848317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=4936119211751848317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4936119211751848317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4936119211751848317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-was-such-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4677707012637286050</id><published>2010-01-04T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to all those people today who said Hi Luke and i just coldly turned away. It's just, we are not the same class anymore, and hanging out with you will now be pointless. Staying with you guys will just be clinging to the old life. There's no point in feeling alone in class and just waiting for recess so i can meet up with AGL. For all those wanting to know, i am fine in my new class. I still have old contacts and i know some guys, so I'm fine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now that i am no longer part of AGL, it strikes me how gangster everyone looks. Bee and Jon look like people who sits at coffee shops and smokes. Faisal looks like those kind of Malays who dress up like idiots and spew vulgarities. Viena looks damn Ah Lian. Same goes for Xin Yi. But Kim to me still looks like a fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i see you guys together, sitting at our favorite round table, i feel like I'm watching from the other side of a giant glass screen. It's like everything has changed, but in a way, the only thing that has changed is me. It's obvious AGL has not changed, the fact that Viena whacked my head as she walked past proves that. I just wish more people i know from 2H would come with me into 3C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-4677707012637286050?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4677707012637286050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=4677707012637286050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4677707012637286050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4677707012637286050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry-to-all-those-people-today-who.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8578911801428834603</id><published>2010-01-01T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch these videos. It's hilarious. XD I can't stop laughing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnHIeXQCfog"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnHIeXQCfog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rhb4Hwz_OeU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rhb4Hwz_OeU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/2376382685853357795-8578911801428834603?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8578911801428834603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8578911801428834603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8578911801428834603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8578911801428834603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/watch-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8669142106721548245</id><published>2010-01-01T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year? I TELL YOU GO TO HELL. What's there to celebrate? What's there to rejoice and send smses? What are you ushering in? WHY IN THE HELL USHER IN NEW YEAR FOR WHAT?! FOR WHAT!? TELL ME FOR WHAT? What's there to celebrate? Celebrate the start another year of boring schooling? Celebrate the fact holidays are ending? Celebrate the fact you have to continue working? Slap your face la happy new year. Friggin idiots. I tell you all those who actually bothered to go down to the city and see the countdown are damn stupid. And those idiots who bothered to mass send happy new year to everyone on their contact list are equally stupid. Damn you la. Clog up the system and now i can't even send a single sms to anyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's another thing, i really hate advertisements trying to market products or get you make an account in a bank. Here's some examples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBRXYjKIZu8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBRXYjKIZu8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rUANZtlFWo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rUANZtlFWo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two really really irritate me. At the end of these two ads, there is nothing. It is empty. It is meaningless. When you finish watching those ads, tell yourself this, they are just trying to cope my money, and see if the ads are really as touching as they sound. It is like an iceberg. Absolutely nothing below the surface. No real meaning. All they want is your money. In the first one, how can insurance do anything? The moment you see thai life insurance, you think, wow, what a load of serious bullshit. How can insurance let the man let his son know he loves him? How can it give him more time? See what i mean? Nothing below the surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the second, what the ad is trying to say is, we are trapped in life. Held back by our jobs, school, work, and what is the conclusion? Buy a borderless TV and you will be free. Makes plenty lot of sense right? What the hell does a TV with clear sides have anything to do with freedom? So, when you watch marketing ads next time, tell yourself, they just want my money. And the so called meaningful advertisement will not be so meaningful anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, i can't find the ad so sorry. It's the vote Earth ad. Tell me, if 10 million people vote for Earth, will it help to save Earth? If 20 million vote, how will it help? In fact it will do the opposite because you on your com and use up electricity. And those Earth concerts, how does it help? Those concerts were supposedly to teach people about the environment, but tell me, if Linkin Park goes up and sings on some stage, how does it help the environment? In fact it does the opposite because they need lots and lots of electricity for lights and sounds and stuff. And anyway, after the concert, people littered all over the place which makes the entire thing a massive irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hate these kind of things. Makes me angry because whoever it is, they just want your money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8669142106721548245?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8669142106721548245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8669142106721548245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8669142106721548245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8669142106721548245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-i-tell-you-go-to-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-803691760817044575</id><published>2009-12-28T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come to think of it China and Japanese girls dress sense is also pretty stupid. It's just seriously -.- I mean, they wear short skirts, and then cover up their legs with long socks or boots. And in the end all they show is about 4-5 cm of their thigh. Doesn't make alot of sense to me. And some dye their fringe purple. Which in my opinion looks extremely stupid. What you trying to do? Frame your face with purple hood is it? Dyeing gold is no better. Yuck! Why gold? Dye something else la! Why not dye camouflage pattern? Very unique what. Some more can blend in with your surroundings. Can pretend to be a bush. Haiz. Dye dye dye, everything also dye. Go and die la. Hope all your hair falls out. Hair straight still want to rebond.(Hi Viena) How lovely it would be to put some hair removal liquid into every single bottle of dye and hair stuff short of shampoo and moisturizer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another thing. Nobody likes Ah Lians short of Ah Bengs. But in general, ask any normal guy and he'll tell you a ordinary bubbly girl is good enough. Same for me. Who the hell wants a smoking ah lian for a girlfriend? Have to wear a gas mask i tell you. Statistics show that you are more likely to hook up in a library than a club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of clubs, clubbing is lame. I don't see what's so very interesting about it. Cut down and simplified, it's just drinking, having your eardrums explode, and dancing. Or more likely bouncing. I cannot understand what makes clubbers go back again and again. One day i will ask Amanda the clubber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok fine. Thank you Amanda for making this blog :) Really appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-803691760817044575?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/803691760817044575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=803691760817044575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/803691760817044575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/803691760817044575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-to-think-of-it-china-and-japanese.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-5438214032114286811</id><published>2009-12-28T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am hardly surprised Sezari won. Aiyah what you want? The Malays always win. Why? Simple facts. Everybody knows Malays are very close knitted people. This is evident in the fact you usually see them in a group. And when they're in a group, they speak Malay among themselves, making you feel left out. And so, the same principle in applied in Singapore Idol. The only thing that made Sezari win, is nothing but the simple fact that the entire Malay community was supporting and voting for him. Some may say that he sings good, but no, i tell you, subconsciously, in the back of their heads, they only vote for him because he is Malay, because he is one of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do Chinese singers never win? Basic. Chinese are pretty much more mind your own business people, with a more stingy with money attitude. And most Chinese couldn't really be bothered to vote. In the end, everything boils down to culture. Ask any normal typical parent from China, ask them what they want their sons to be. They'll likely reply, doctor, lawyer, businessman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, most Malays are too busy dolling themselves up, wearing caps that merely sit on their heads, getting retarded hairstyles, using language that they think is 'cool', mixing English with Malay, picking up smoking. And in general, walking out on the street looking extremely stupid. Though there are some Malays who are against this,(Hi Faisal) it is not easy to find a Malay boy dressed smartly with his hair not spiked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am NOT being racist, just stating my reasons and my stand. I do have Malay friends and though i think their dress sense is stupid, i have nothing against them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-5438214032114286811?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/5438214032114286811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=5438214032114286811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/5438214032114286811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/5438214032114286811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-hardly-surprised-sezari-won.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-7897451080825643997</id><published>2009-12-25T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is dumb. Nobody remembers my birthday. When we were in Malaysia, everyone was fretting to say happy birthday to somebody back in Singapore when i was in the same room. IRONY. You know what? End up only 2 people, Cheryl Lin and Regina remembered and sent me a message. Thanks Regina. Cheryl Lin isn't counted because her birthday is the same date as mine. However, why i said this is not because i am sad nobody remembered my birthday. In fact i expected it. It's all part and parcel of being un-sociable.I said it because i just think it's funny and ironic. And don't bother trying to make up by saying it in my cbox. Please, just spare me man. But if you really feel bad about it, you can always give me 5 bucks. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting to blog this for very long, but i didn't dare. I will blog about my love life. Or part of it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already had an offer. Long ago. But i declined. Reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One: Having a girlfriend would pretty much wreck my spiritual relationship with God, because at that time it was in ruins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two: I reasoned a relationship like that was mere playing and it would last no more than a few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three: The girl offering, though physically attractive, didn't seem to have a character as attractive. I also did not know her very well. I don't even know what her favorite colour is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four: Somebody like her would definitely dump me for someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five: It just would NOT be able to work. I did not like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if i said yes? What if i thought to hell with all those reasons and went ahead? Likely heartbreak and hurt, but would it be worth it? If i said yes, it would be nothing but my sexual drive. But what if it did last? There is a massive IF. Anyway, i am NOT despo because if i was i would already have had girlfriends. But just playing kind la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's pretty much all. She's probably going to be angry with me but i don't really care because the last thing i said to her was hi and that was 6 months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my blog. I know i'm boasting, but i am proud of my blog. I'm proud that it's the words that is the main attraction and not the amount of hearts and the template. I have 155 worthy posts. The other 5 are rather amateur. All in all, i am very satisfied with my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. My GOSH. How stupid can people get. Kim, the fact your blog has all zeros is a good thing to me. And all your questions can be answered by reading the post properly. And, i added ratings to the blogs in that posts too, so scroll down and see.&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/2376382685853357795-7897451080825643997?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7897451080825643997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=7897451080825643997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7897451080825643997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7897451080825643997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6434320332341025141</id><published>2009-12-19T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it with girls and love? Why? Why love? What is love? You know or not? Any love at this age is nothing but chemicals. Chemicals in your brain, hormones in your blood, fuzziness in your heart and a coincidence she/he likes you too. So how? Relationship? For me, NO WAY. Relationship fueled by chemicals and infatuation nearly always nearly end up in a break up. Regina I predicted you would break up by December. I was right. Why? Because the chemicals ran out. It's like a car out of fuel. Just that you can't top up. That's why I'm not bothering to look for a girl. I'm waiting for one. And if you are actually stupid enough to ask someone how much they like a person by asking them to rate on a scale of 10, feelings always get in the way, and what the person says will never be accurate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all this, girls still bother to have love(and other random stuff) written all over their blogs. I'll start a scale now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda's Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with Love:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with God:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera posing pics:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments:Whats up with all the random poetry in between posts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 3/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Constance's Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with Love:2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with God:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera Posing Pics:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments:Haiz holy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 5/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viena's Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with Love:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with God:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camrea posing pics:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments:You want to fall asleep with who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 3/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim's Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with Love:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with God:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera posing pics:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments:Not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 7/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xin Yi's Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with Love:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with God:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera posing pics:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments:If apples are sexy then so is Bryan because they're round too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 3/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elis Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with Love:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with God:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera posing pics:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments:.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 2/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaye's Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with Love:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with God:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera posing pics:47(took forever to count)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments:....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 2/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regina's Blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with Love:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things associated with God:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camera posing pics:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments:Too little posts. Too much personal info revealed. Typical girly blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rating: 3/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. The rating is according to content, not font.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6434320332341025141?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6434320332341025141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6434320332341025141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6434320332341025141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6434320332341025141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-it-with-girls-and-love-why-why.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6614563347603802750</id><published>2009-12-14T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz. Jon is at camp, so nobody to play Modern Warfare with me. Which is why i'm here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. I remember, somebody ah, name i think start with V. She ah,made fun of me by saying i will confirm have more pimples than her. Haiyo but then ah, one fine day went with her to Constance church, saw she got pimple outbreak already. And mine is still substantial. Haiz see la say people say yourself. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read a book about characters and personalities. I fall under the category of 'Giving up Easily'. Basically, i set high standards for myself, and when i don't meet them, i don't try again. Which is why my Chinese is crap now. I started failing, then, never stopped. Because i gave up. Also, i'm a bit egoistic. I care about what my friends think of me. Which is why when i fail in front of them, i dislike it. So any failures are kept to the minimum. And apparently it worked because Viena can't imagine me listening to music or watching cartoons when i was young, and Bryan was surprised when i was injured, and showed pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, i dreamed very weird things. I dreamt i was at school canteen, after school hours. I was sitting by myself, and drinking Soy Bean. Just like in real life, everyone started asking me why i sit by myself. Finally, i finished the drink and went to the parade square. Then got Jon there, sitting on the blue podium drinking Sprite while his junior all doing pumping. I shouted "Eh Jon, life great hor!" Then he replied:"Ya. Life is great" Then all the junior ask for permission to recover and he said no, do some more. Then suddenly a teacher came, then she scold Jon, and Jon kena demoted to private again. Then Bryan was like laughing at him and showing off his Sergeant field rank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird hor? Maybe it will come true. You never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6614563347603802750?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6614563347603802750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6614563347603802750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6614563347603802750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6614563347603802750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2078318611645678079</id><published>2009-12-09T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to tear. Finally Kim has some good stuff on her blog. That's one less shitty blog on the net. YAY Kim! You're not the only one who feels people who write God, Jesus and Bible on their blogs and do something else are hypocrites. I FEEL THE SAME WAY! YAY! Finally! Somebody who actually agrees with me on this topic of sucky blogs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korean people are all plastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2078318611645678079?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2078318611645678079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2078318611645678079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2078318611645678079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2078318611645678079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-tear.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2134006145981852839</id><published>2009-12-09T20:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from 2 camps. BB camp, nothing to say, but church camp was fun. And spiritual. The speaker and ministry were fantastic. Every other night there was contact with God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing much to say about the camps, and i ran out of ideas of stuff to blog about,so I'll just talk about everyone on my phone contact list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Name on list:Assdrew.&lt;br /&gt;What i think of him: Just can't shut the hell up. Especially when making fun of you over girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Cherra&lt;br /&gt;Name on list:Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;What i think of her: Ok, a bit violent.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Nicholas Bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Beh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Can't really keep a vow. Especially vows not to talk to someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Celeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Celestial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: Not too sure who she is. Never really talked to her. I didn't even know her name until recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Saul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Chain Saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Don't mess with him. Anytime, anywhere. And he's the only guy who can shut Nick up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.Cheryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Cherry Link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: She has the same birthday as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.Vanessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Manasseh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: i have a gut feeling she has a contempt for me and Aaron. So naturally I stay away. Man i can't even remember the last time i said something to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.Cleon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Clone Trooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: A normal typical guy who used to sit behind me and join me in saying Constance is constantly wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.Xiang Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:C.X.Y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: An ordinary guy who speaks Chinese at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.Daryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list: Daryl Is Low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: He looks like his twin. I can never tell who from who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.Edward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Eddie Yam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: A bit gay. Likes to mess around like a gay, just like any other gay sec 4 in BB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.Jun Hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Emo Kia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: A good squad leader. Not the best squad leader, but he is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Jaye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Eyaj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: Pretty normal. Doesn't like to study type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.Nathaniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Fathaniel Ghui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: A bit of a ladies man. Acts as if he has alot of 'experience', which he probably has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.Edward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Fedward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Really sad situation for him. I wonder when will he realise Me Aaron and Nick don't want to talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.Edgal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list: Gal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Fun guy who likes pranks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.Gordon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:GFG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: I influenced him alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.Glen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:GTA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Racist towards the China peoples, not exactly the type for studying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.Glenn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:G.L.J.X.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Has BO, stupidly follows what popular people are doing, desperate for friends but sucks at socializing and totally does not understand rules of making friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.Jireh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Herij&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Mature, but can be immature when he wants to. Very enthusiastic about BB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.Jia Le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Hit Le&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Not the studying type. Strong suspicion that he watches rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.Hui Hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Hui2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: Blur? Has a bit of a gangster look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.Mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:H.S.Y.M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: I don't know him. Weird right? But that's the way brothers are supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.Ian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Iron Limb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Everyone says he's gay. Like really homo. I'm not so sure. But he's ok, a cycling fanatic and hates taking photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.Viena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Kopi Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: Better than most girls i know, mostly because anyone can insult, argue and play pranks on her and she'll just laugh. She has a certain blur look which makes me crack up.(her eyes become really big and her entire face is a question mark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.Rachel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Rachel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: Strong Christian, and nobody messes with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Plug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Patient, and slow to anger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.Samuel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Leumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Patient and slow to anger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.Lung Kang(not too sure 'bout spelling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Longkang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Very very enthusiastic about BB. Not too sure because i don't know him well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:MacBahri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Perverted at times but possibly a could be a good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31.Marc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Marcbeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Perverted at times as well, but he's ok if you get to know him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.Max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Maxim MG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: I also have a gut feeling that he holds contempt for me Aaron and Nick. So i usually don't talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33.Marcus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Muckus Ang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Alright, probably popular among girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34.Carmen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Nemrac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: A fun cousin. Misses me alot because she's in Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35.Constance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Neo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: A strong Christian, so much so i sometimes envy her. Never ever stops smiling, even in an sms she adds a smiley face. Laughs as though she's drunk. Drunk on God i suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36.Nicholas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Nick the noisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Infamous for his insistent talking. Supports Man U and very sociable. In short, the very opposite of me. He annoys everyone by never ceasing to talk, but i'm immune to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37.Wei Quan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Pork Ball(courtesy of Viena)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Childish. He still watches and likes KC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38.Shaunald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Prawnald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Probably nice. Funny too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39.Puay Hon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Pua Hony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Everyone says he likes Constance. I'm not too sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40.Regina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:P.S.Y.R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: Confusing. Has an age limit for guys she talks to. There's a car in GTA vice city named Regina which really sucks. No links to it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41.Marcus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Raccoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Still very childish. Behaves like a P.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42.Kimbelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Sardine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: Nice, typical girl. Has a permanent red face and gasps for breath when she laughs. Her mannerisms are like that of an animal. e.g. When she puts her head on the table, she looks at you with her pupils at the top of her eyes, and they dart around, following every movement like a fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43.Elis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list: Sile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: A bit gangster. Not the type for studying either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44.Jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Sir Albert Newton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Funny and can spoof things. Loses to me in MW2. A fellow CoD player&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45.Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Sneeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Good and loyal friend. Fun to be with and will always join you, no matter what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46.Dion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Tay The Gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: The name explains everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47.Faisal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:The Racist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What think of him: Funny, and a bit racist, and can take racist jokes, even those against him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48.Bryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Tun Kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Ok i guess, rather immune to the insult you are fat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49.Xin Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:XY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: I prefer Viena over her when playing pranks because Viena can take it without getting angry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50.Wei Ren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:Yuppie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of him: Funny at times. Can be very insulting in jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51.Meilia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name on list:15-year-old-aunty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i think of her: Rather typical. She has a cool sur name. &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/2376382685853357795-2134006145981852839?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2134006145981852839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2134006145981852839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2134006145981852839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2134006145981852839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-came-back-from-2-camps.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6581361844149878598</id><published>2009-12-09T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are 12 random facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;1.I shower with cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.There are now 1000+ photos in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I think there's a virus on my com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I find certain girls laughs extremely annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I hate certain enthusiastic people in camps.&lt;br /&gt;(Those who strongly support their groups are stupid, because over supporting of your group is merely the conviction that your group is superior to others simply because you were placed in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I love seeing idiots who annoy me get punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I have no crush curremtly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I find apologizing to someone who doesn't take the apology pointless. Especially if he or she apologizes a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I just moved to the storeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.I love CoD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.I need to pee now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Viena's name on my contact list is Kopi Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6581361844149878598?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6581361844149878598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6581361844149878598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6581361844149878598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6581361844149878598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-are-12-random-facts-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-3778804538402887586</id><published>2009-12-05T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TEN ARE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single - Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy - Kind of&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bored - A bit&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you just - ?&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you Italian - No&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you intelligent - A little&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you nice - A little&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you Irish - No&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you Asian - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name - HSOL&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames - Puke, Nuke, Fox, Old lady(thx Viena), Moron Hair, Dimwit(thx again Viena)&lt;br /&gt;3. Birth place - KK Hospital&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair colour - Black&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair style - The one i wake up with&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye Colour - Black(wow i'm so gothic)&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday - 0000000&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood - Great&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite colour - Black&lt;br /&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit - New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love - Crush yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight - I believe in infatuation at first sight&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush? - No&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally - A bit&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone's heart - I can right now&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken - Not really, but it did irritate me&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them - Obviously&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment - Everyone has their doubts&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged - My dad&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you said I love you to? - Forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust - You need lust to have love, but you can't have love and lust&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer - Gasless sprite&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs - Cats&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or any regular friends - Few best friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Creamy or Crunchy - Crunchy&lt;br /&gt;6. Pencil or Pen - Pen&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in - Romantic night in with my com&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness - Happiness&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or day - Day. Day longer&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or phone - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out - I never did&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen a polar bear - No&lt;br /&gt;3. Done something you regret - Yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped - Yes. In MW2 la&lt;br /&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor - Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker - No&lt;br /&gt;7. Been caught naked - No&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an old friend back - No&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet - No&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes - You need eyes to have a nice smile i suppose&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair - Dark. That's all you get down here In Asia&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses - Hugs&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller - Shorter&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction - Both? Then i can argue non-stop&lt;br /&gt;6. Topman or Zara - ?&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious - A bit of both&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or Younger - Younger&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet - Both&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or Bad - Sweet la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd - Yes, but eons ago&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour - Yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands - No&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert - NO&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team - No&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team - No&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been in the choir - No&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production - No&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever driven a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley - No.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made - Constance. She called me and i didn't pick up. I called her back and she didn't pick up&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hugged - My dad&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you hung out with - Aaron&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked - 10 Hours ago&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to - Mother&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM'd - ?&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you texted - Gordon&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with - My dad&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person/thing you missed - I miss winning on CoD&lt;br /&gt;10. Last website you visited- Wiki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-3778804538402887586?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3778804538402887586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=3778804538402887586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3778804538402887586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/3778804538402887586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/12/ten-are-yous-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-4144311018746620691</id><published>2009-11-30T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kim, what i meant was i don't like being in a group photo. I don't like it because i usually spoil it, not because i look unglam or something. Stupid sardine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-4144311018746620691?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4144311018746620691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=4144311018746620691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4144311018746620691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/4144311018746620691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/kim-what-i-meant-was-i-dont-like-being.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8148375008283835933</id><published>2009-11-27T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoshwhatthef**kbbq. Mr Rebbeck, the lit teacher in downstairs. He's in my house. In fact even now i can hear him. He's tutoring my bro. I walked in and saw him in his typical blue shirt, it really gave me a shock. Who knows he might make me hand up homework haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went trail cycling today. At Palau Ubin. Really, i'm not trying to show off or act tough, but it was kind of easy. Just one or two really bumpy slopes and annoying uphills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i take photos, i never smile. Why leh? It's just i feel that smiling for a photo is fake. It's a manufactured smile, and i can't manufacture a smile. I end up looking stupid with my fake failing smile. Also, because of that, i usually spoil a photo because i'm the only one who is not smiling. I suppose my face was made for a serious look, and to wear a uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another thing, people notice i don't like taking photos, and so they assume i'm anti social.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Anti social is not the right term, anti social people are people who do things like purposely pee on the toilet cover and never flush, or spit on the floor, etc. Basically anything that pisses off society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i do posess the skill of socializing. And i can socialize, if i want to. It's just i'm not the kind of person who likes to think everyone is my friend unlike Xin Yi. So i just make a few good friends and stick to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8148375008283835933?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8148375008283835933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8148375008283835933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8148375008283835933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8148375008283835933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/ohmygoshwhatthefkbbq.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8827927255391773093</id><published>2009-11-18T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like i'm not going class reunion after all. Thanks to the rain. It's not fun to be in a wet barbecue. I mean, it really sucks. The fire cannot start la, then the charcoal all damp and gives off all the smoke, then everyone don't want to get wet and sit indoors, and only 2 or 3 people trying to start the fire and it's been half a damned hour. Trust me, i've experienced it before. It really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Elis just tried to make me go by saying, last time as a class so just go la. Tell you what, you can take that pathetic class spirit and shove it up your ass. But you won't feel any pain BECAUSE THERE IS NO CLASS SPIRIT. So cut out with the shit. What have we ever accomplished as a class? What positive things have we ever achieved? HUH? Support cleaners by giving them work? Oh you guys are so full of shit. Class spirit disgusts me. It's just one or two counsellors trying to rally everyone while everyone is doing their own thing. It's just a wannabe event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on and don't look back. Might sound emo but that's more or less what i'm going to do. Except for Jon, he holds on to our games. I don't think anyone will miss me. Who will say aye in my cbox. Why should anybody care? You all will find another of me, somewhere else. Cynics and complainers are very common. I'm just very common so just go look for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class spirit is pathetic. Just give up because our class cannot accomplish anything good. With attitudes that blame everybody except yourself, we're hopeless. Look at what shitty characters we have. Influential but full of crap. For two years we have been blaming everything and everyone but ourselves. We have been one massive Xin Yi. Do bad and just hope nobody will notice. Do what we want and when we're confronted we just throw table and say pathetic chinese vulgarities. THEY DON'T EVEN SAY THEM OUT LOUD. Just turn and mutter it. Cowards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8827927255391773093?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8827927255391773093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8827927255391773093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8827927255391773093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8827927255391773093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/looks-like-im-not-going-class-reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8036547389255667139</id><published>2009-11-16T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shut up la Kim. My nose red then your whole face red. Which one worse you tell me? Anyway, my nose is still normal colour, ask Aaron. You and Viena both your face red lorh! Ok Viena not exactly but you can see blood vessels on her cheeks. And what's more, it's Rudolf the red nosed Reindeer, NOT DONKEY. WHERE THE HELL YOU GET DONKEY FROM?? I bet even 6 year olds know that la! Kim you no frontal lobes don't compete la :P Sardine sized brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8036547389255667139?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8036547389255667139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8036547389255667139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8036547389255667139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8036547389255667139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/shut-up-la-kim.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-103781595551665997</id><published>2009-11-16T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stand facebook. Do you have any idea how it can expose your life? All it takes is to find out your name, then type it into FB, find out your profile. Your adress, your blog, your name, your face, your e-mail, possibly even your number if you're stupid enough. Which is why if you visit my blog or my FB profile, you see little if not any personal info. Why are all of you so stupid? Even if you don't know the guy also add. For what? I already have 9 random friend request. Hong Huei, Brandon Lim, Cheng En, Kenneth Tan, Daniel Tan just to name a few. Really, add only those you know la! I bet you don't even check the name before adding. Can't you see the danger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder brother told me. All a bad guy has to do is find your FB profile, find out your name, your face, your e-mail. Using your e-mail he can add you on MSN. Then he can pose as some hot girl that is interested in you. Once the victim is hooked, the bad guy can just ask him for his number. And he doesn't need to stop there. There, now he more or less has your name, knows what you look like, perhaps your blog, where you live, MSN, your number and your personal info. Facebook is dangerous. See my profile you can't see anything about me. And i don't add random people. It reduces the danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So log on to facebook now, remove all the damned photos you posted that has me in it, and my new name will be Rudolf. Don't ask why. I think it's nice. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-103781595551665997?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/103781595551665997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=103781595551665997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/103781595551665997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/103781595551665997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-stand-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-8211470258826684121</id><published>2009-11-15T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been in camp for the past 3 days, so obviously this blog cannot be updated. So i'd like to say the negative and positive stuff and other random things. Alright, negative stuff first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative things&lt;br /&gt;1.I couldn't sleep on the first night.&lt;br /&gt;If you can sleep with 5 annoying little kids shining lasers, shouting, opening and closing a loud squeaky door, jumping up and down and flashing torchlights, then i really salute you because i totally couldn't. Actually i nearly fell asleep at 1.30am, but just as i drifting off this fat guy shone a torch in my face to see if i was asleep. I wanted to slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I have an ulcer for the entire camp.&lt;br /&gt;This annoying ulcer plagues me until now. Just now i ate a bar of chocolate and my mouth nearly died from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Got this action kia in my bunk&lt;br /&gt;This action guy who wears a gray singlet with the word police on the front when he has no muscles. Really, small boy act army. Haiz. He super action la! When he kena whacked by pillow he start saying all the F**k you and all the white chicken come out. Then seconds after he finish swearing he sit on the bunk and shine laser at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I snubbed a 15 year old girl&lt;br /&gt;There was another helper at the camp, and i thought her name was Celeste and i also thought she was 13. Unfortunately her real name was Meilia. Turns out i was blur. Lmao. But what's more throughout the whole camp i thought she was exceptionally mature for her age and why was that is because she's actually 15 O.O And she is also not Chinese but Indonesian. Her family is in Indonesia now. She lives with her aunt 2 MRT stops away from Queenstown. The thing is i just feel really weird because i kind of snubbed a girl older than me. If i had known she was older, i would have acted differently. I would have ignored her, haha. But thankfully she doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Got this Grumpy Old Man as the cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;There's this old hag who is super grumpy. The first time i got to the camp, i just looked into the room because i wanted to know the size of it. The old hag was inside. Then he said something too soft for me to hear. I said Huh? He said Huh? Then i walked away. He damn grumpy lorh. We making water bomb that time he come and niam us. He come and nag nag nag la! And it's not my kind of nagging. He come and extra. He talk damn fast cannot understand anything he say. So everyone just orh to everything he say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive things.&lt;br /&gt;1.Weather was just right.&lt;br /&gt;It rained only during mealtimes and stopped whenever we're playing games. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Nearly all the kids thought my name was Rudolf&lt;br /&gt;Before me and Aaron started out, i figured we would need a new name, just for fun. I suggested Aaron name himself blank, and me i couldn't think of anything, so i figured Rudolf would be nice. But the thing is that nearly everyone knows Aaron's brothers, so they know his real name. And we checked. We asked those who knew Blanks real name to stand, and nearly everyone stood. When asked who knew Rudolfs real name, only 3 people stood, but this fat girl shouted my name. Damn. But in the end as a cover up i told everyone Luke was my middle name. Lol la. Rudolf Luke Ho. What a joke. But mostly everyone bought that my name was Rudolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Me and Aaron made little kids crawl.&lt;br /&gt;We set up an obstacle course that made little kids have not just to crawl, but to do leopard crawling. And the best part was that we got to spray anyone who crawled with their backsides too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The vending machine sell damn cheap&lt;br /&gt;Coke was 80cents, Marinda Orange was 80 cents too, Coconut juice was $1. They even sell Mountain Dew at 80 cents, and all ice cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thing.&lt;br /&gt;That girl never go. I don't know if it is a good thing or not. I mean, part of me wants me to make her feel guilty for what she did to me, and so that part of me wants her to see as much of me as possible so she'll remember. But another part of me doesn't want her to feel bad because it may affect her current relationship. So when i heard she's not going because he is attending another camp, i kind of went(in my head)"Damn!" and "Good" at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-8211470258826684121?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/8211470258826684121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=8211470258826684121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8211470258826684121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/8211470258826684121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-in-camp-for-past-3-days-so.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-2961820129785817191</id><published>2009-11-11T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the hell Kim you get $100 for attending GB? That's effing unfair. I joined Primary school BB for 4 years and never missed a single parade. And all i got was 3 diamond shaped badges, but they were nothing special because all the ponners got 3 too. That's effing retarded. And those 3 badges were no point because after i left Secondary school they were no use other than for collecting dust. And what's more my batch of BB boys, the P6 won the JM Fraser award, but we never recieved the honours. Instead those snivelling P5's got it instead because all the P6's graduated. That's really gay. I mean, giving honours to a batch that only know how to resist authority and talk about Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i like about BB right now is that they haven't given me my field rank, and that means i can basically pass inspection because i don't have to bother about wearing my field rank. HAH! Everyone thinks i'm still a private but i am a Lance Corporal. Tun Kit and Bee, number one ponstars got promoted but i wasn't, but it doesn't matter. I went to Hong Kong when they were at camp. HAHAHAHAHA. Losers. Some more Marcus See go call me when i'm in Hong Kong. Hope his bill burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew you guys appreciated my complaining so much-.- Everything i say also rant rant rant to your. Especially Viena, if i tell her to shut up for example, she goes all like rant rant rant or stupid fox. And thanks Constance you also have to call me that.  Anyway, me talking to you 2H guys will be drastically reduced. I told you i don't like mixing my friends. But i'll keep in touch with Jon. Haha. Nobody likes me yet right Jon? Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody updated their blogs. Yawn. Really, i think people should bother more about the posts than the theme. They just do a bunch of quizzes and say it's ok, Quizzes don't count as good posts. Check out this blog, linked from Constance blog.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mandaahhh.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Just reading the words gave me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what i'm going to go all over the net looking for shitty blogs. Here's three links to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mangomouse.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.oneohh-08.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://yx3125.blogspot.com/(this ones the worst yet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-2961820129785817191?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2961820129785817191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=2961820129785817191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2961820129785817191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/2961820129785817191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-hell-kim-you-get-100-for-attending.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-7297881325369868490</id><published>2009-11-09T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARRGRHRRGGRGGGGHHGHGHGHGHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB camp is 1st to 4th December. Church camp is 5th to 8th December. It frigging fits nicely together.&lt;br /&gt;GRREWGSIUHIUAHRFAIRHNAKHIAHNKHNRHAHNZDFNBKdnbkJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY I don't want it to fit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I STILL HAVE TO GO FOR SHITTY BB CAMP. I was really happy when i thought the two camps clashed. F*ck. And it doesn't help i'm going to spend an entire week away from home. Piece of shit hacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic. I gripe the most about BB but yet i'm the one who attends nearly all the parades. I SAID NEARLY. It's so boring. I go out of duty, not of devotion. -.- really, Lung Kuang who participates actively is a real patriot. When there's a war he's going to be first in line and last in retreat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-7297881325369868490?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7297881325369868490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=7297881325369868490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7297881325369868490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/7297881325369868490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/arrgrhrrggrgggghhghghghghhhhhhhhh-bb.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-6597998793242380912</id><published>2009-11-08T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I say i have to agree with Viena's post. Did you know people in Singapore are the smallest in the world? We are too pampered. But hang on, we still complain. I really think, no matter what you have, what you receive, what you store up, you will feel no satisfaction. Viena, you want a lambo right? If you get it, will you really be happy forever? No. You won't. Nothing on this Earth can satisfy you for very long. I bet Bill Gates in his massive mansion is now bored with all his riches. He has done it all. He owns Microsoft. He is the richest in the world, but without a shadow of doubt, i think he is not satisfied. Or even Solomon in the bible. In all his splendour, he is not satisfied. The ear will never hear enough, the eyes will always want more, your tongue will always want more to taste. You can see everything in the world, feel notes between your fingers, and yet, you still want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to express. So now that I'm going to have a new class and all, i don't see any point in going for Bryon's party. Might as well cut ties earlier. All my friends, goodbye. I wonder what my new friends(if i will make any)will think of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends&lt;br /&gt;New phone numbers&lt;br /&gt;New things&lt;br /&gt;New teachers&lt;br /&gt;New challenges&lt;br /&gt;Same damned school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's not such a big deal. I can always drop by. I'll keep in touch la, but i don't think i will talk to you guys much. I hate mixing my friends. Anyway, i will have to keep in touch, i want to play MW2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many say I'm like Paul. Sometimes i wonder if it is true. What was he like in Secondary school? Was he like me? Or was he different? More humorous maybe? He surpasses me in more or less everything. Was there another Bryan in his class maybe? Another Viena? Ian? Jon? Did he make fun of a fat guy the way we do to Bryan? Many of the older people in church say when i start 'ranting' they start going all like "Hey didn't i have this conversation before?" Which simply means I'm talking like my elder brother did long ago. Oh I'm probably more prankful than him and more disgusted with the morons in class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-6597998793242380912?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6597998793242380912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=6597998793242380912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6597998793242380912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/6597998793242380912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-say-i-have-to-agree-with-vienas-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-1602840934748613546</id><published>2009-11-04T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viena i am human ok i listen to music -.- I'm not the terminator or something. And i do reading, watch movies(on my com), play Xbox, play com and occasionally study or go out. Those are the things i usually do at home, it's totally ordinary, nothing wrong with me. And anyway, i was just saying why did your parents give you a unique name and gave your bro a plain one. It just doesn't match. Viena and John. No link leh. And your shampoo damn strong smell, can smell from outside your house la! And it's not i listen to music at an improper volume, you listen too loud not i listen too soft. Your ear got problem la! Too much DDR, go arcade the music blast in your face still say ok what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand girls and their best friends forever blah blah blah, and their Gan gor Gan jie, their this their that. Very lame leh-.- Just stick with best friends can? What's wrong with just 'best friends'? And your stupid Gan gor Gan jie, you can call him your gor 1 million times and he's still no real relation to you. Why so many stupid name and acronyms and short forms for what? You're best friends forever? Bullshit la. e.g. Viena and Xin Yi. So what if you're friends since P1? You may not be friends forever, so cut out the lame names and the BFF thing, 'cos it's just girly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2376382685853357795-1602840934748613546?l=kukumaluishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1602840934748613546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2376382685853357795&amp;postID=1602840934748613546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1602840934748613546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2376382685853357795/posts/default/1602840934748613546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kukumaluishere.blogspot.com/2009/11/viena-i-am-human-ok-i-listen-to-music.html' title=''/><author><name>The Ranting Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08321995089739677026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5vmGqmhrb4/Szz1VCPXxuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zgFRol0IQks/S220/DSC04011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2376382685853357795.post-5847749453061291316</id><published>2009-11-02T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:53:11.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Important Here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.o Somebody wrote a hate comment on the wrong blog. Score one for your intelligence vgh. Whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough of leadership. Every damned camp you go you hear teamwork, leadership and friendship. I really think they should come up with a better theme. Something more interesting, like communism or something. And anyway, there's so many camps that teach leadership, then like that who's the follower? All leader then who follower? And why do i need to be a leader for anyway? Let the Mao's, Kennedy's, Hitler's and Stalin's be the leaders la! I be leader for what? I'm not even imposing enough to be one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand girls who want to slim down. If you want to frigging slim down then go out and exercise la! Why eat less for what? Eat less no effect lorh. Just go exercise la! So stupid. I once heard a girl asking her boyfriend to buy her choclates and then a few seconds later asking him why her diet isn't working. And i was all diaaaaaooooooooo -.-". Really, she could answer herself. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk out of my house, into the lift, across the playground, crossing the bridge, and swear when i see the 74 pulling out just as arrive. "Nevermind", i think, "the next can't take very long". I sit down and wait. I continue sitting down and waiting. Time ticks slowly by. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, YES! A single decker bus! YAY! I stand up, before realising the bus isn't stopping. Shiiittt. It's full. Damn it. I sit down and wait. 20 minutes, 25, 30, 30+ still no effing bus. Time creeps to 2pm. It's 2.10pm. I call Tun Kit and tell him i'm not meeting him. I'll meet Viena instead. 184 comes. Finally. I meet Viena and the third thing she says to me is, Luke the whole world waiting for you leh and i also haven't eat i very hungry. Then we argue argue argue to the bus stop. 198 comes and we board. I sit in front of her. I have to listen to her whining(that she's hungry) all the way to SC. And when i counter she says stop ranting. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody asked me before if i think girls are nowadays are wearing clothes too revealing. I didn't know what to say at the time because i wasn't a ranter yet. But if he asked me again, i would say, yes. Aiyah just face it la you girls don't wear it because weather hot. You girls just want to flaunt your legs -.- but like anyone really cares anyway. I've seen (many times too) girls wear short shorts and then wear a jacket. I've also heard a girl complain in the cinema that it's too cold. Serve her right la wear short shorts. Anyway, the heat doesn't really matter to you girls because nearly everywhere is air conditioned. How long are you exposed to the sun? Tell me? You get on the bus, MRT or taxi, it's all air conditioned. Even if it's not it's cool enough so you don't sweat. You go to Ion, Vivo, IMM, church, arcade, nearly everywhere is cool enough for you whiners. Even so, you wear your short shorts and walk in the shade. And anyway, you can always wear knee shorts. So my point? You all wear it to flaunt your legs. No wonder so many girls suffer from anorexia. Did you know in ancient times if you were fat it was considered pretty? It meant your family was rich and therefore it is a good thing. Heh. 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