<?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-8814954</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:40:03.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*B!G THINGy'S PLAYGROUND*</title><subtitle type='html'>I aint that big lah :P

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-116990927454297091</id><published>2007-01-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:47:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>Had coffee with her today!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss her already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brain regains control of keyboard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some feelings aren't meant to be blogged for the whole world to see! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect that woman like mad.. last thing i'd want to do is hurt her tho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-116990927454297091?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/116990927454297091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=116990927454297091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/116990927454297091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/116990927454297091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-115701182558648197</id><published>2006-08-31T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:11:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have this sudden, irrational urge to just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;disappear..&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/8814954-115701182558648197?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/115701182558648197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=115701182558648197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115701182558648197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115701182558648197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2006/08/disappear.html' title='disappear'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-115700304814951694</id><published>2006-08-31T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:20:30.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>Got this off a link form sharon's blog :)&lt;br /&gt;Dont think its..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At this point Kumar forgets how to spell the word "completely" properly.. is it completly or completely?*&lt;br /&gt;*What the hell is happening? oh my god!! how can that happen, even for a nano second!!!*&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Dont think its comepletely (heh heh :P) accurate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Helper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you chose CX - your Enneagram type is TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must help others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific. (eh.. this sounds vain eh..)&lt;br /&gt;Share fun times with me.&lt;br /&gt;Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that I am important and special to you.&lt;br /&gt;Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. (Bring it On baby! heh.. be4 MJ lah maybe, not now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ. blood still boils.. have to get over it heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Intimate Relationships&lt;br /&gt;Reassure me that I am interesting to you.&lt;br /&gt;Reassure me often that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me.&lt;br /&gt;(This whole part sounds wrong.. insecure heh like every other sentence must include all that jazz.. Siao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About Being a Two&lt;br /&gt;being able to relate easily to people and to make friends&lt;br /&gt;knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better&lt;br /&gt;being generous, caring, and warm&lt;br /&gt;being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings&lt;br /&gt;being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being a Two&lt;br /&gt;not being able to say no&lt;br /&gt;having low self-esteem (seldom la)&lt;br /&gt;feeling drained from overdoing for others&lt;br /&gt;not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish&lt;br /&gt;criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should&lt;br /&gt;being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tune in to them&lt;br /&gt;working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings (until i start being taken advantage off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twos as Children Often&lt;br /&gt;are very sensitive to disapproval and criticism&lt;br /&gt;try hard to please their parents by being helpful and understanding&lt;br /&gt;are outwardly compliant&lt;br /&gt;are popular or try to be popular with other children&lt;br /&gt;act coy, precocious, or dramatic in order to get attention (the objective isnt to get attention damnit..)&lt;br /&gt;are clowns and jokers (the more extroverted Twos), or quiet and shy (the more introverted Twos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twos as Parents&lt;br /&gt;are good listeners, love their children unconditionally, and are warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't)&lt;br /&gt;are often playful with their children&lt;br /&gt;wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?" "Have I caused irreparable damage?"&lt;br /&gt;can become fiercely protective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup well, thats about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that im blogging shows how little i have to do during my free time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;429 days to ORD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-115700304814951694?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/115700304814951694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=115700304814951694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115700304814951694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115700304814951694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm_115700304814951694.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-115424575732370718</id><published>2006-07-30T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:49:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taggers</title><content type='html'>Shushi: Dont be sad Shush! hows life? having fun only ah! eh, we're supposed to eat dinner or what right? when ah.. long time never see you already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat: yeah the courtney love bag looks awesome... whahaha :)- but i cant be ur sugar daddy lah, i got no money.. and no life atm :P ok.. maybe i have some money.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kha: You're absolutely right kha, and i don't regret anything.. But its the principle of it all lah.. anyways yah, i was there and i couldnt help feeling that way then... but right now, i dont care about the past, i'd rather look forward to ORD.. whahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guannie:  i miss ya too! whahaha, have fun with hotBunnyBigB at NUS ah.. basket damn lucky eh you all.. i cant believe im looking forward to studying.. meaningful lah, studying hehe.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys wanna go watch a movie or what sometime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-115424575732370718?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/115424575732370718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=115424575732370718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115424575732370718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115424575732370718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2006/07/taggers.html' title='taggers'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-115417109900771412</id><published>2006-07-29T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:54:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justified</title><content type='html'>My friend:Where are the councillors? How come their not here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i dunno, im from Guitar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJC's 2nd College Day was today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that i went there emotionless would be a lie.. i Didn't care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i was seething inside, and i couldnt exactly say why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My currently pointless life in NS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that almost all the random guy teachers i meet ask me why i never go OCS or sispec..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe... just maybe it was because i saw all my friends who studied like mad, got 3 or 4 A's and ALL the Leaders from all the CCAs who were there to be recognised for their service.. or for academic excellence or Colours or what not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all i saw was dear Jia Yan... and IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other Councillor was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even Kha, the President of MJs 2nd Students Council was there.. NO award, nothing for her.. Mar, kur, nat, wan ling!!! Guannie, liane, stuck, sufi, ks, Hilaam.. Qd.. 15 of us.. holy crap.. 15 of us did the job of a normal full sized council..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean, we spent our entire JC lives, from 715 in the morning to 930-10 at night in MJ to be spurned by our Wonderful College administration? Sacrificed our STUDIES... COmmitted our heart and Soul for a cause which in the end decides to Condemn us all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of even remembering that once i had the honour of bracing shit falling from the heavens with 15 of my comrades... without an umbrella.. I'm ashamed of Meridian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the PE Dept refuses to recognise us for mere CCA points.. thinking the Teachers planned, and all we did was execute.. Now this.. the final straw.. DO shit ur entire jc lives and then flush us down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i discretely inquire the reason why.. why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yong, bless her soul, was clueless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeow says that the councillors were not considered cos we had disciplinary problems... hahahaha. no offence mr yeow, respect you and everything but what did you expect? he hinted at orientation 2 and econs block test (ah girl, u were just doing ur job lah..) and other 'problems' in class... huh? i never did a single tutorial eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to do this proposal, do that.. submit the schedule by this time whatever.. and in the end, oh dont forget to study... Push everything on us and still feed us Hypocrisy.. Ms Ng admitted it felt wierd that not a single councillor was there today.. but what could she say? i dont think its the TAs completely tho.. i mean its not their fault there were so few of us to begin with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to ramble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one things for sure tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn in hell MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-115417109900771412?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/115417109900771412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=115417109900771412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115417109900771412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115417109900771412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2006/07/justified.html' title='Justified'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-115122880663080824</id><published>2006-06-25T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:46:46.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halim</title><content type='html'>Halim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT GOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOooOoooo!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HILAAAM!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Arrrggh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *drops dead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i could have been there last sat with the rest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOw like that, my buddy, my companion, my comrade, FLATMaN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Waaaaaagh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, this is beggining to sound gay whahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously dey, the mosqiutos there are damn B!g eh, and when the aircon in ur office breaks down remember how hot it is in SIngapore ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch dey, and thank you for penning down the most memorable days of our lives in MJ, couldnt have said it better meself, just remember (ROJAK... Hot BunnyBB and Hilam haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you there, probably fall out then report sick and come find you.. so let me know where in Brunei you'll be k :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* booking in in bout 3 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe Small Thing is going to Poly! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel cheated eh.. disappointed, demoralised and miserable all at once.. why!! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty...? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we have done something to help her when we still could have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Argh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of Compromises..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i have right now with me is my Guitar.. she'll be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pashendale~ Iron Maiden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a foreign field he lay&lt;br /&gt;Lonely soldier unkown grave&lt;br /&gt;On his dying words he prays&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world of Paschendale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relive all that he's been through&lt;br /&gt;Last communioun of his soul&lt;br /&gt;Rust your bullets with his tears&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you 'bout his years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying low in a blood filled trench&lt;br /&gt;Kill tim 'til my very own death&lt;br /&gt;On my face I can feel the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never see my friends again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the smoke in the mud and lead&lt;br /&gt;Smell the fear and the feeling of dread&lt;br /&gt;Soon be time to go over the wall&lt;br /&gt;Rapid fire and the end of us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistles, shouts and more gun fire&lt;br /&gt;Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb&lt;br /&gt;Be reunited with my dead friends soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many soldiers eighteen years&lt;br /&gt;Drown in mud no more tears&lt;br /&gt;Surely a war no-one can win&lt;br /&gt;Killing time about to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Home, far away             &lt;br /&gt;From the war, a chance to live again&lt;br /&gt;Home, far away             &lt;br /&gt;But the war, no chance to live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire&lt;br /&gt;Running straight at the cannon fire&lt;br /&gt;Running blind as I hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer symphony of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we charge the enemy lines&lt;br /&gt;A burst of fire and we go down&lt;br /&gt;I choke a cry but no-one hears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres too much more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anguish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-115122880663080824?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/115122880663080824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=115122880663080824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115122880663080824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115122880663080824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2006/06/halim.html' title='Halim'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-115113391386865979</id><published>2006-06-24T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:19:09.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreal</title><content type='html'>Shagged beyond belief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army camps are so depressing i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unimaginable unless you've been there and done that i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely no contact with friends, dont get to see my family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO freedom.. its a godamn prison!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i aint complaining cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are people out there worse off than me (its true... its true hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points at Stuck* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i have a year and 5 months to ORD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was i? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, being trained as a driver! woot!! simple maintainence, change wheels, engine oil etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can drive anything once im done.. Landrover, 3 Tonners, 5 Tonners you name it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's car whahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only worthwhile thing i dont mind suffering for, cos its a skill ya can take back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REAL WORLD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not some deluded wayang where you fire off 120mm Mortar, dig holes, fill them up again, dig holes, fill them up and dig even more.. (44 shellscrapes for Atec for those unfortunate NS buggers who understand me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Lonely man... no Time for anything blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings changed hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORD OH!!!!! WOOHOOOO!!!!! i'll walk across the Parade Square flashing my Pink NRIC!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk??? I'll be prancing around lah hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day will come! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-115113391386865979?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/115113391386865979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=115113391386865979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115113391386865979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115113391386865979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2006/06/unreal.html' title='Unreal'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-115029018026836832</id><published>2006-06-14T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:03:00.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Levels</title><content type='html'>So many things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS destroys lives man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Posted to 1 Guards after BMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Elite GUARDS.. Espirit De Corps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The army camp at Bedok there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have eczema (wth right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffered during BMT, said No to being a commander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely NO responsibility now.. which is good, i can take a break and concentrate on getting out hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my skin condition isnt bad enough to be downgraded apparently heh oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up my A Levels, but managed to get into SMU Social Sciences with a score of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Econs (wth!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Physics ~WTH!!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Maths (*sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A2- GP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup well, cant wait to ORD and get out of NS :) like everyone else eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss all my Friends... Council, Guitar, SJI... its so difficult to keep in contact and meet up if ur a slave in the army, with absolutely no freedom.. Try to chat with friends when i can, but i can still feel us being pulled apart.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to let that happen understand or not!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, gotta go back to camp, waste my time calling up ppl who won NDP preview tickets for an entire week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care in Brunei Halim, gonna miss u bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-115029018026836832?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/115029018026836832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=115029018026836832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115029018026836832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/115029018026836832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2006/06/levels.html' title='A Levels'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-112615387028946540</id><published>2005-09-08T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:31:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry i havent been blogging :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, i did the MJ survey on IVLE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hate that 200 word limit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hear goes~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please work on communication within the various departments (depts) in college, like the PE dept and the Council Teacher Advisors for example, as there are several instances where Miscommunication leads to resentment amongst the Ridiculously Small 2nd Student Council (15 students? at least its bigger now) and the College Administration (Admin). Give the Rationale behind any decision made, from the lowest levels of the Admin all the way up to every party involved in any decision/outcome etc. That way people will not be trapped in their own narrow-minded ordeal, and will be in a better position to work towards the Bigger Picture and actually achieve some form of Progress. Furthermore, the amount of Red-Tape and petty bureaucracy which exists within the college Admin is sickening to students who actively try to improve the college. Often, one has to go to the Principal, if u want to get anything done, bypassing several depts and teachers in the process, some who APPEAR to be hesitant,unwilling,or even fear  to propose new ideas in the first place. And no one likes being bypassed.But,the majority of students who have little contact with the Admin remain oblivious and hence love the college,for several other good reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did i exaggerate a bit? theres still so much to say haha but they asked for comments so i gave em some. So? Sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-112615387028946540?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/112615387028946540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=112615387028946540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/112615387028946540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/112615387028946540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/09/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-111924289700155440</id><published>2005-06-20T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:48:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollahcostah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like riding a Roller Coster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with all its Ups n Downs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the stuff that happens in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where am i? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-111924289700155440?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/111924289700155440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=111924289700155440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111924289700155440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111924289700155440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/06/rollahcostah.html' title='Rollahcostah'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-111924134170127383</id><published>2005-06-20T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:42:54.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOstalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Answered the door, and who do i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postman lah, u thot wat? some pimp is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i have NO idea where tt came from.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just some registered mail thingy (my sister's driving license actually.. oh man.. i wanna drive me DaDs CAR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DroOooooOool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, All of a sudden the postman starts lamenting about his job to me Hahaha WHat the hell rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complain complain complain about 50% of his registered mail not being picked up, thank god i was home, dunno how many times he must come back to oh SO Damn Ulu Punggol and deliver mail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help smiling, nodding my head in simple harmonic motion (OH Crap.. i KNOW where tt came from.. sheeet..) and i was suddenly reminded of the time i met BalA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Bala, that guy rocks man.. i remember it was during the december Hols, the days leading up to the CRAZY preparation for Prom.. if people saw what we were doing in school ah... HHHmmmMmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enter Sandman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(you have no idea how much i miss you guys :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi! where was i.. ah yes, i was in the toilet.. doing mah thing and Bala was there too.. of course at tt time i didnt know his name was Bala lah... BalalalalALalalalalLala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhahahahahahHAhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me his entire life story man, just like that!! He just started talking bout his 3 kids, son working in an oil rig, one daughter a lawyer and another daughter an architect, and bout his grandchildren and why the only reason he sweeps in college is cos its better than sleeping on a couch at home with beer and Sun TV..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course he talks bout politics, death, despair, old age and his youth also lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. he saw us in college every single dey man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every SINgle Dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deys of our lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOu know i think im going to miss that guy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-111924134170127383?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/111924134170127383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=111924134170127383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111924134170127383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111924134170127383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/06/nostalgia.html' title='NOstalgia'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-111907397499309434</id><published>2005-06-18T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T14:02:46.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK i admit... i took all my friends quizzes when i was half asleep... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try this one! heh heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=050618015213-560639"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=050618015213-560639&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8814954-111907397499309434?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/111907397499309434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=111907397499309434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111907397499309434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111907397499309434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/06/quizie.html' title='Quizie'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-111880927303606754</id><published>2005-06-15T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:22:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS Check up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FInally got my NS check up thingy done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;930 to 430 =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have the IQ of a monkey lah, basket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PES A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im GOiNG TO DiEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in like 60 years time i hope heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight.. im off to eat some nice lil Changi Village Nasi Lemak &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And halim n stuck, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we goin Beach Rd? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-111880927303606754?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/111880927303606754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=111880927303606754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111880927303606754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111880927303606754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/06/ns-check-up.html' title='NS Check up'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-111880880517149400</id><published>2005-06-15T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:13:25.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The silent awakening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-111880880517149400?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/111880880517149400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=111880880517149400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111880880517149400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111880880517149400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/06/awaken.html' title='Awaken'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-111354958470923109</id><published>2005-04-15T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:19:44.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This Blog's going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks to everyone who cared.. yeah this may sound Negative but ITS not lah whahaha &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The tag Board'll be up tho :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some other day then&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/8814954-111354958470923109?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/111354958470923109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=111354958470923109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111354958470923109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111354958470923109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/04/taggers.html' title='taggers'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-111139994679890574</id><published>2005-03-21T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T18:12:26.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rigel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/Rigel-Kumar.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need i say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-111139994679890574?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/111139994679890574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=111139994679890574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111139994679890574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111139994679890574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/03/rigel.html' title='Rigel'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-111088968560764566</id><published>2005-03-15T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:28:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One can hear so many things in Silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loathsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-111088968560764566?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/111088968560764566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=111088968560764566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111088968560764566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/111088968560764566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/03/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110985819471751514</id><published>2005-03-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:56:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taggers</title><content type='html'>To me dearest poster readers.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maril: Please lah.. Harry Lee Kuan Yew? Dont get nightmares ah..(that really is his name btw :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurseth: Bimbo!~ hehe ok lah ok lah dun cry.. its WET enough if u know what i mean :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalisah: Crackhalisabeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yan!: Of course its not out yet... its still being filmed.. Stuck and Kumar Stunned the Munchies and Stuck and Kumar Go to Blue Hell!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Stop talking to yourself, ur mad enough as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110985819471751514?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110985819471751514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110985819471751514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110985819471751514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110985819471751514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/03/taggers.html' title='taggers'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110985735860404986</id><published>2005-03-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:42:38.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>Damnit man, the horoscope i get daily is freaking me out.. cos its so DAMN true..&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just coincidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer Horoscope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days, just about everyone you know and love has been telling you that things will get better if you just hang tough and keep your chin up. Just this once, they were actually right. You can stop worrying now, and forget about the thousand little things that have been keeping you from getting a good night's sleep for far too long. In fact, later this afternoon, isn't a power nap in order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they know i slept during physics tutorial?? Or that MMM is Getting more and MORE interesting in the wee hours of the morning.. and the ppl i see everyday actually say that!! haha this isnt the first time my horoscope has freaked me out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like i never was into this horoscope thingy until i kept seeing little truths in it.. God this is such a boring blog entry isnt it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold, where art thou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110985735860404986?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110985735860404986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110985735860404986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110985735860404986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110985735860404986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/03/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110967301543368474</id><published>2005-03-01T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:30:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whos harold?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've only got one question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/haroldkumar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/harold-and-kumar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who the heck is Harold???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110967301543368474?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110967301543368474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110967301543368474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110967301543368474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110967301543368474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/03/whos-harold.html' title='Whos harold?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110958512765907594</id><published>2005-02-28T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:05:58.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CMBP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much Propoganda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for pre-enlistee check up thingy today.. u know NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i had to do was go there and defer.. WHAT a WASTE of TIME haha.. nice tour of Telok Blangah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up taking measurements for the uniform tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head has a circumference of 55cm! and my shoulder width is 52 cm!!! Wheeeee!!!!!!! i hope when i go back there for the full 5 hour longish medical checkup my head doesnt get any bigger.. or it just mite blow hahaha... shaddup kumar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110958512765907594?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110958512765907594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110958512765907594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110958512765907594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110958512765907594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/cmbp.html' title='CMBP'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110958490467086876</id><published>2005-02-28T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:01:44.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggers</title><content type='html'>To my dear taggers... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck: i said it once i say it again.. Sheeeeeaaadup.. heh heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariam: that doesnt sound right hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[benny]: hey benny! thanks for droppin by :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wk: i'm here onli wat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feissy: As long as u dont start crying :P and yah ok set, really wanna blog for me ah?? caaaaaaan... haha :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110958490467086876?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110958490467086876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110958490467086876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110958490467086876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110958490467086876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/taggers_28.html' title='Taggers'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110856682393995324</id><published>2005-02-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:13:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jangan tension</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, i dont care anymore lah screw it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jangan Tension&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sound good dunnit :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wise unforgettable words of Ms Yong oh so long ago: Just do the right thing :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eh Mr NEO!!!!!! i know ur reading this muahaha! Hallo~ :) Must tag ah.. not that complex :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110856682393995324?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110856682393995324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110856682393995324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110856682393995324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110856682393995324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/jangan-tension.html' title='jangan tension'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110856630297082523</id><published>2005-02-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:05:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>v day</title><content type='html'>Love ya all :P And a b!g fat thanks to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalisah for offering me a sweet haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liane for asking, wanna flower?? :D lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yan for giving me that sweet sweet wrapped in the shape of a flower haha i couldnt bear to eat it.. didnt feel right! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha for the toblerone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steff for the bundle of sweets! damn free ah you hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinky for the lollipop and that trip to the GO pantry.. their still inside btw, i think ms lai took one or two heh heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guan Guan for the two hearts entwined!! oh man you know what happened lah (i'm sowweee :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar and Kur for the brownies!! damn nice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar and gang for going thru shit for Friendship day! great job mar thanks for everything! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan ling for giggling after i gave her something fishy haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shus for the merci! thanks for being back shusi! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feissy!!! for the little purple rose! wheee~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i meant it when i said id treat all of u to kopi, sufi, stuck, kai and hahahalim hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, welson, naoto, maggie ben and jun kit for the endless amount of sweets, chocs and laughter.. oh so hysterical :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You... for smiling ur smile in the canteen :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap well, Happy V Day everyone! it was the eye of the storm.. and i needed it, thanks :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110856630297082523?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110856630297082523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110856630297082523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110856630297082523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110856630297082523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/v-day.html' title='v day'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110821962075351349</id><published>2005-02-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:49:42.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahaha stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thot i got over it... wait.. i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WANT to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope i forget to wake up too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110821962075351349?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110821962075351349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110821962075351349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110821962075351349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110821962075351349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/hahahaha-stupid.html' title='hahahaha stupid'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110819874020090173</id><published>2005-02-12T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:59:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ssshhh</title><content type='html'>Hey stuck.. i know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus i asked why.. why Why WHy why WHY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its cos i care. lol damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110819874020090173?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110819874020090173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110819874020090173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110819874020090173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110819874020090173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/ssshhh.html' title='ssshhh'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110812985484031955</id><published>2005-02-11T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:58:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beginning of the end started that night.. that night the 2nd round of OGL interviews ended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before i had to well... dance with a balloon attached to a stick while singing a line from a song in front of over 1600 people but thats another story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;its another story cos by then.. it had started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had begun to stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night i got screwed big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lost that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many emotions.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night a part of me woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another part just dissapeared altogether..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grits teeth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll slowly type it all out... everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people are gonna get offended.. me included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DO I CARE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, cos if i didnt the whole world would know by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i gotta get this outa mah system, so well... yeah too bad whoever it concerns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so damn trivial but seriously... DO I CARE?? hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sweat like a dog as you so aptly put it because i didn't spend my time enjoying the show in an air-conditioned hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i said it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i could have blown then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'd just be another one of those small little implosions i endure for god knows wat reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God ive only felt that... pissed.. THAT furious. that enraged only one other time in MJ.. or my life rather.. gee seem related somehow.. its the reason why something somewhere still hasnt been fixed yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally i would have laughed along.. who doesnt love to laugh rite? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget that look of pure extreme unscensored look of complete loathing and disgusted contempt i gave you.. but ask urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no and you shouldnt either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos its NOT ur fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fault that ive stopped caring about certain things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i actually used to literally drown my head into for some dumb reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110812985484031955?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110812985484031955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110812985484031955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110812985484031955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110812985484031955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110803884754045411</id><published>2005-02-10T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:35:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggers</title><content type='html'>To those who insist i stay alive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yan and Kurseth: Yesh my retainersss are still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feissy: Haha nothing wrong with the interviews wat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalisah and Maril: i couldnt have put it better myself!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck: sheeeaaaadup :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110803884754045411?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110803884754045411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110803884754045411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110803884754045411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110803884754045411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/taggers.html' title='Taggers'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110803855820790401</id><published>2005-02-10T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:29:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead gorilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;was in one of those semi-conscious states a while back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, the ones where ur asleep but ur not really asleep asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some poor drugged gorilla being poached..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or some gorilla acting all woozy after loosing so much blood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate thinking about it every second of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 stupid words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forget that moment i had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure RAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the blood in my ears pound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt it was ear wax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have laughed.. i should have laughed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i care??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit this doesnt make sense does it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said tt life was like a bed of roses should go have his head examined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like a bed of knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope its just my bed tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put the knives there myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110803855820790401?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110803855820790401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110803855820790401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110803855820790401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110803855820790401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/dead-gorilla.html' title='dead gorilla'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110803507297283894</id><published>2005-02-10T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:29:50.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*wat to do*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this terrible backache,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started pulling out all the knives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110803507297283894?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110803507297283894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110803507297283894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110803507297283894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110803507297283894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/wat-to-do.html' title='*wat to do*'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110778346259923494</id><published>2005-02-07T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:37:42.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever will be.. will be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110778346259923494?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110778346259923494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110778346259923494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110778346259923494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110778346259923494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/que-sera-sera-whatever-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110758219674707236</id><published>2005-02-05T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:43:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for once..</title><content type='html'>i have no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee... i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110758219674707236?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110758219674707236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110758219674707236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110758219674707236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110758219674707236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/02/for-once.html' title='for once..'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110691868319249562</id><published>2005-01-28T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:28:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College road race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah, Bedok resevoir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like going up to ms lai and asking her if she thought it was a good day for a swim, but she ignored me.. oh well :P Mrs Crossley rocks tho hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The College road race wasnt tiring lah, so damn slack... perhaps i should have run.. but whats done is done :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It irks me.. A lot of people criticsize the PE dept, but perhaps we just dont, or rather choose not to see the enormity of their position. other than making people run around and ensure we're all fit, safe and sound, they have so much other crap to deal with..shirts, the appeasement of a bunch of people who can never be appeased (me included :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did a great job! no doubt, Colin Cheong is an ass at times! haha i mean that in a Gooood way :) (so dont kill me :D) It was damn nice the way he suanned all the teachers coming in Whahahaha!! Or everyone for that matter :P Way to go Ms Yong!! Mr Yeow!! Ms ho and Ms Ng!! and happy b'dae mrs Tseng hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do u guys get the sneaky suspition that teachers actually BOTHER to read their students blogs... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i know damn well it could have been a lot better!!! wasted lah, the Houses never had time to meet or practice cheers, unlike last year but it was still pretty noisy, pity Triton tho damn wasted, all looked so downcast.. and there are so few well.. councillors who lead the last cheer.. heh.. don't go down that lane of thought kumar, not tonite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could list a whole list of cock-ups if i chose to, like the prize presentation but i got no mood lah.. i just have one big question i hope a PE teacher could answer for me haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before it started.. and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone was running with ppls belongings in the open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously dismissed lah, but imagine the chaos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to cross my fingers that hard for it not to rain this orientation... Cos if it does rain.. we're gonna be prepared.. not like we werent for Orientation 1 but.. Damnit we're gonna be so damn prepared! *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the same could be said for our block tests huh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! u have managed to finish reading a bored, hairy old indian gorrilla's blog entry! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i sound tired? heh heh.. im NOT lah hahaha just cant wait to get of this infernal com and spend time with me Git :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110691868319249562?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110691868319249562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110691868319249562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110691868319249562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110691868319249562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/college-road-race.html' title='College road race'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110653921233677773</id><published>2005-01-24T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T12:00:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trapped!!! help!!!!! im Trapped!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like my tongue's trapped in a cage and whenever i try to speak its sounds like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeEEeeeeHHLlLppp!! AaaAEeeemmmmm TTwwwyyyyyiiiiiNkk To SHHHhhHhhPpeaCK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Help i'm trying to speak) in case u couldnt figure that one out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... what the hell man.. my poor tongue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to be able to wag all it wanted, whenever it wanted.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrapped&lt;br /&gt;Imprisoned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the First time i took out my godamn retainers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*First words out of mouth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FRRrrrreEeeeeeeeeeeeeDddddddoooooooommmmmmm!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why people at the hospital started staring at me tho... maybe their more used to Fwwweeeeedumb.. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to wear it 24/7...&lt;br /&gt;but u think i will??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U THINK I WILL??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe i should lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt i dun care!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Shalllll Sppppeaaak AGAIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can do know is try not to sound like a frickin retard whenever i say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sells&lt;br /&gt;Seashells&lt;br /&gt;By the seashore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lines... So DAMN easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyYYYYaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHAhahAhahahHAhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bloody old uneducated manjan  who never could articulate his words properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thheeeeeeeeeeeee Uuuu LllllaaaThhhHhhEeeeer..&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See you later) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... No alligator... alligator teeth's look nice tho.. sharp.. hMmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110653921233677773?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110653921233677773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110653921233677773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110653921233677773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110653921233677773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/trapped-help-im-trapped-its-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110636693899703699</id><published>2005-01-22T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:12:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats the personality profile of all those people in the indian cultural society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sure ah Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So simple~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like why the heck do i even bother rite~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now u know y im not in ICS, cos im IDS... yup its true, they wouldnt accept me!! i hate thinking :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110636693899703699?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110636693899703699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110636693899703699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110636693899703699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110636693899703699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/ics.html' title='ICS'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110629905472138744</id><published>2005-01-21T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T17:33:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taggies</title><content type='html'>Taggies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariam: Haha.. poor turkey.. oh and thanks for the choco stix!! hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yan: hehe :P JUST wait Ahahaha.. *slaps his own face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: actually ah neohaha, its still in my file! OOoooops Hehe but done already lah, more or less :) *sigh* chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khalisah: KHahaHAHA! so sleepy nowadays huh :) GO read jia Yan's blog lah, she danced arund u at one point of time wat! hehe so lucky.. i think haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Stop talking to yourself... Talking to urself is NOT healthy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEELPP!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feissy: (ok so u didnt tag recently but heck lah :P) ur not lagging behind Fei, ur ahead of everyone else and u know IT!!! i hear S Papers ringing in the distance Feissy!!! and *gasp* do i smell a Vega OHL? heh heh heh... oops i didnt type anything~ rock on fei! always ready!!! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110629905472138744?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110629905472138744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110629905472138744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110629905472138744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110629905472138744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/taggies.html' title='taggies'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110614395653930438</id><published>2005-01-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:15:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley wiley?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jia Yan, i cant tag on ur blog for some reason bah!!!! anyways, stop treating khalisah like a damn coconut tree lah, how could u just run around her like tt! wat will all the indians think! And i CAN stop smiling... really!!!! i CAN!!!!! And justin.... if u ever find my blog rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the URL is bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com! oh.. wait a minute... heh DUmB mE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the second most memorable laugh of my life, with Sufiyan... damn u u damn Bugger hahahaha damn the damn Turkey lah so dumb, u were nuts today haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to pass up my Chem SPA bout 30 hours ago heh, better go do it now haha seeya all later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feissy keeps telling me that she misses me, i miss u too aunty!!!! see ya in skooo! wheeee!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110614395653930438?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110614395653930438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110614395653930438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110614395653930438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110614395653930438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/smiley-wiley.html' title='Smiley wiley?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110596943828244192</id><published>2005-01-17T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:43:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brace urself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever seen Kumar smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not talking about that pathetic smirk he always used to have on his face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little twitch of dire contempt he gives everyone whenever he's humoured (all the time hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No stuck, not like tt nite... OGL camp MUahHAhAHHAHAhahAH ok sorry.. heh :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... u see... there always used to be something in his mouth, this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THING...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it interfered with the muscles on his hairy little chin u see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So imagine wat happens when that THING in his mouth comes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No! all my teeth didnt come out lah, wah lau eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im a chimpanzee lah, but at least im not BOGEH sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if u see me the next time... All i can ask you to do is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BRACE YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho it wont last long *sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was dumb.. I know i havent been around for a looooooooooooong while... 5 days does seem like a long while.. to me at least :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things getting back to normal.. failing all my stupid tests, yes including that vectors one RIGHT JUN KIT! heh heh :P Anyways, i've been thru a lot lately... in quiet, alone... by myself until someone (thanks, weeeely :D) decided to pry me open heh.. wat can i say huh.. HAIRY as HELL rite! but really i was an ass stuck in a hole for a while there... haha, no lah where got?! RuuuBisH!! (as HahahaHAlim would remind me... all the time.. ALL THE TIME... :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i saying.. im not making any sense... am i? thats me.. refusing to do my Physics SPA skill A cos it sucks to the core.. OMG SPA is supposed to be REFRESHING! MOE run by ConMen, cept that indian guy, whasssis name? so long who wanna type out... u know who lah rite? heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit.. parts of me have been chopped off.. my beard, my tail... NO i have NOT been Circumsized!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!! oh mah gawd why am i acting like an ass tonite... i shall stop.. yah.. Hmmm stop... sounds nice..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHEeEeeeEeEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And for once... he Smiled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110596943828244192?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110596943828244192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110596943828244192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110596943828244192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110596943828244192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/brace-urself.html' title='brace urself'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110561868159369349</id><published>2005-01-13T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:18:01.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Back&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/8814954-110561868159369349?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110561868159369349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110561868159369349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110561868159369349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110561868159369349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110528259956463968</id><published>2005-01-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:56:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it aint about anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what i should have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will find myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys rawk!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110528259956463968?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110528259956463968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110528259956463968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110528259956463968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110528259956463968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/aiyoh.html' title='aiyoh'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110508364860960010</id><published>2005-01-07T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:30:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only a handful of people may fully comprehend exactly what this is all about. the rest are disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before MMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a canteen table on stage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: And the champions for Know Your College aaaaaaaarrrrrreeeeeeeee Aaaaaaaalheeeeeeeenaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with the mike out of the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck: Noooooooo! Don’t!! Argh crap lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: huh why wat happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks at the back of the hall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck: Regulus not yet finish cheering for 2nd place u… (agitated look on his face)&lt;br /&gt;Just shutup and leave everything to me ok? U can talk all u want bout MMM later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. It doesn’t matter, I just lost all my self esteem there. I know it sounds stupid, but it just turned me off. I suck. I had no mood speaking to anyone after that, forget freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, at the staff workroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: sorry for bothering you lah Mr yeow.. last minute stuff to photocopy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Yeow: Nonsense… its not a bother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Yes it is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeow: You know Kumar, you remind me of myself when I was your age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: reeaaaalllyyyy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yeow: You gotta stop working in the background and come out into the open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, after MMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much conflict.. I hated it.. i hated the fact that one day could see so many people turn against each other for the stupidest reasons.. screw the fricking points.. It doesn’t matter in the end does it? Why must we all jump to conclusions.. Unidad de estrellas my ass.. And I hated myself.. I HATE myself for not being able to THINK coherently that evening.. SCREW me.. you have no idea how demoralising it is to get someone else to de-brief anyone.. Anyone to take over something which is YOUR responsibility.. a teacher no less… it is the ultimate insult to me…im a loser…but I asked for it.. I frickin asked for it didn’t i…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I sat there trying to keep my feelings under wraps, my respect for certain people grew even more.. mr yeow is someone whos in a class of his own I tell you.. Immediately he said things I knew I couldn’t have said that evening.. its second nature to him, the problem is conflict, rah rah them and talk about Unity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the problem with a lot of people. We fail to see the bigger picture, and YES that applies to me as well, so screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwar, u rule man, thanks for further pointing towards the bigger picture than dieing in our small little holes trying to figure out our own nitty-gritty problems.. But Kurn, what the hell were u saying that night? Immature and self-centred.. it spoilt the entire atmosphere mr yeow had created.. That’s my opinion and im entitled to one. If anyone disagrees with me, I couldn’t care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it all ended, I didn’t know what to feel.. So I sat there, forlorn, trying to sort out all my dumbass emotions.. sometimes I think im too emotional.. I should just stone the next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Jia Yan came up to me to comfort me first, and try to make me feel all better I lost it.. Kuok Howe, Hai Ling, Daniel, Guanzhen, Liane and HahaHAhAaaaaalim were there too.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuok Howe: You did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: I dunno how I should feel… im a fricking loser..&lt;br /&gt;Kuok Howe: I know exactly how you feel,, I felt exactly the same way during CTC, remember the mornings?&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: im not happy, im not sad, im not relieved.. I don’t want to be campfire emcee anymore.. I cant do it..&lt;br /&gt;Kuok Howe: NO Kumar, you CAN do It.. and you know it.. And Jia Yan and Liane are both losing their voices, how can you do this to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t… im a frickin loser.. and im sorry Jia Yan, Liane.. im sorry.. tho I know you guys did great, im sorry for the sudden switch,, hah. mr yeow was disappointed in me that Friday afternoon during WnW debrief after he found out, I knew it.. I saw it when he looked me in the eye.. but he said nothing.. im a fricking loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my “Do Nothing Comm” failed.. like that also can fail.. basket…I was first i/c with halim as 2nd i/c, created on Friday afternoon.. but NOOOooooo… I had to go run around doing crowd control for campfire.. I wasn’t even deployed in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it started drizzling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yong: So what you going to do now?&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: erm…&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yong: Well?&lt;br /&gt;Kumar: Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I ran.. tho I didn’t get to see any performance that night, the frikin loser tt I am remember? I could tell the freshies were happy at least. That’s wat matters in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Even tho I didn’t spend any time with Vega. When I should have that night.. Why did I have to abandon my “Do nothing comm.” Why do I feel like a fricking son of a….. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One liners i will never forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwar: i wish you were more like Kai Sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halim: u stun, u crack joke and u laugh at urself.. crap lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufiyan: Ah crap man! the super soaker not working!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me feel better that night tho. Especially my vegans, fei ting, and jia yan. Thanks.. I needed that.. Stuck, remember that night, 4 am OGL camp HHHAhahahahahahHAha never forget. And Halim, has the relief sunk in yet? Dun worry dey its all over, and I have all our assignments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe a lot to this group of 18 individuals.. we obviously didn’t realise the enormity of the situation when we first put our heads around the noose in april 2004.. We did it after all, our biggest event.. we can do anything after this. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110508364860960010?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110508364860960010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110508364860960010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110508364860960010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110508364860960010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/disorientation.html' title='Disorientation'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110466885372283946</id><published>2005-01-02T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T20:30:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intelligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/interpersonal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shine in your ability to relate to and understand others.&lt;br /&gt;Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations.&lt;br /&gt;A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat to say... haha.. i have intelligence??? wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110466885372283946?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110466885372283946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110466885372283946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110466885372283946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110466885372283946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2005/01/intelligence.html' title='intelligence'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110448627251471699</id><published>2004-12-31T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:47:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the way to the temple this morning with my family on the CTE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it happen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained so darn heavily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unpredictable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*feels a heavy fist clench his heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after it did start raining, Mr yeow called me..&lt;br /&gt;He really rules lah… After seeing him sweat during Open House and Orientation my hat really goes of to him. I respect that guy a lot, though I admit he’s probably only one of the few teachers I actually dare to SUAN in public heh heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he called to tell me to cast the wet weather program for Thursday and Friday (orientation) in stone. * sigh* otherwise known as my worse nightmare.. Parent ask why a teacher is calling me on new year's eve haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*feels something h-e-a-v-y land on his shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this, wat do fresh little lamb to the slaughter do from 930 am to 4pm if it rains like mad throughout those days on orientation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were as simple as me taking out my juggling balls and making a fool of myself on stage for more than 5 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the air-conditioning in the car just dieded.. (screw grammar) fuse musta blown.. and it was raining heavily and if we didn’t open the windows the glass was fogging up and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks out of the car window and expects to see a 40 foot wave any second*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second I entered the temple I just felt this huge wave of relief overwhelm me.. It was so serene, so peaceful.. And I prayed for the sun to shine as brightly as I want my life and the lives of people close to me to shine next year.. And I want the sun to shine.. as long as im in the shade :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of respect for a place of worship shown by everyone there was just so..right.. And then the tourists show up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawking around with their snivelling little eye lids and pointing and staring at everyone in front of them.. so rude. I felt like approaching them and then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* puts right hand forward *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hiiiii!!!! I am INDIAN!!!! What are YOU???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Happy new year everyone! I cant express in words the amount of respect I have for all my true friends.. every single councillor who bothers to read this, we’re gonna rawk next year ppl! Itsr only a few hours away after all.. my classmates next year.. we’re gonna make the A lvls scared of us and not the other way round!!! And all my old Josephians… Waasssup haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need something to laugh at so here it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#CCFFCC align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Indian When....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad is some sort of engineer or doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents say, "Don't forget your heritage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's going to happen in every Hindi movie before it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're father and grandfathers have hair on their ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Asian woman comes on campus and people ask: "Is that your mother? Well then, is it your sister?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relatives' houses smell like incense, mothballs or both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents say, "Calculus? I took calculus in 8th grade!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either really, really want to go to NYU or really, really want to stay away from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want a stereo! When I was your age, I didn't even have shoes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad still pulls his socks up to his knees, you know, the ones with the blue and pink stripes at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family owns a tennis racquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buy corn oil by the gallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family owns butcher knives bigger than your head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You arrive one or two hours late to a party and think it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in your family has pet names, which sound nowhere close to their real names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are standing next to the two largest suitcases at the Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone's house.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When your parents meet strangers and talk for a few minutes, you discover you're talking to a distant cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents don't realize phone connections to foreign countries have improved in the last two decades, and still scream at the top of their lungs when making long distance calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sale on any item, you buy 100 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a 'Singer Brother' sewing machine at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother has a minor disagreement with her (or your dad's) sister and doesn't talk to her for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide everything from your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother does everything for you if you are male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do all the housework and cooking if you are female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relatives alone could populate a small city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a family friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know no one who has studied music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to a university as far away from home as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still came back home to live with your parents after you had finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend got married at the age of 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like the meat well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat onions with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use chilli sauce instead of tomato ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you hate Indian films but secretly watch them with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You teach Westerners swearwords in your language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order Indian food in your own language to impress the people you're with but the waiters don't understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You avoid public places when with a member of the opposite sex, especially if there is an acquaintance within a 250 miles radius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always say "open the light" instead of "turn the light on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secure your baggage with a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're walking out of customs with your trolley at the airport and you see all twenty-five members of your family who have come to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go back to your parents' country and people treat you like a member of...the royal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're parents would freak out if your sister wore a crop top baring her midriff...but wearing a sari is perfectly acceptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents call all your friends "Beta" whether they are Indian or not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parent are panicking if you aren't married when you turn 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you really like Indians of the opposite sex or you can't stand them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother measures wealth in gold and diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horoscope must decide your wedding date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents drink 6 cups of tea a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sick and tired of answering questions about "the dot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends could not explain your religion to someone if they tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could not explain your religion to someone if you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have cousins you have never met, whose names you don't know, but who insist they're related to you, even though they bear NO resemblance to...anyone YOU know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents push the concept of an arranged marriage on you and try and demonstrate how well it works whenever they're not fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice that whenever you go to another Indian's house, your parents always talk about work and business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second you pull out of someone's driveway, your parents start talking...about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few months your parents say when they're moving back to India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever seems to call ahead of time to say they are coming over for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be Indian - and you pass these jokes on to all your Indian friends!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherefrom.html"&gt;Get Your Own "You Know You're" Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. im either S'porean or Indian.. it depends on the situation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110448627251471699?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110448627251471699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110448627251471699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110448627251471699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110448627251471699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/2005.html' title='2005'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110415457062341478</id><published>2004-12-27T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:36:10.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas wishlist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If i HAD to ask santa for something.. itd have to be something B!g!!&lt;br /&gt;Something worth asking for! something near unatainable under normal circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;A decent, clearcut MMM proposal!!! He'd probably do it in a jiffy! without having to do damage control whenever he sees a frickin rhino!! that'd be kewl :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If u love christmas carols, and value your sanity,please dunt read this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's making a List (MMMmmm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And checking it 9 times! (Oh Yeeeeaaaaah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope he won't blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it wont be Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Santa Claus is Going... to DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand Who's gonna take Over???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tall, black indian Guy???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stuck replies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaiyah Just SHadddup lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or i'll Kick Your AsS Goodbye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe stuck didnt really say that but that aint the point :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB i cant believe any1 could be so dumb!! who am i talking about???&lt;br /&gt;ME lah then who! aiyoh! ME for refusing to believe that a leapord can never change its spots.. Someone with brain damage will forever have brain damage haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY i werent so blind.. so much crap could have been avoided.. Oh well at least christmas is over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa'll still be around next year i guess :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110415457062341478?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110415457062341478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110415457062341478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110415457062341478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110415457062341478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/xmas-wishlist.html' title='xmas wishlist?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110396794455397138</id><published>2004-12-25T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T17:47:14.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry XMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh c'mon people who blogs during CHRISTMAS haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye im off to shop :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ho..ho.. HO :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110396794455397138?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110396794455397138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110396794455397138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110396794455397138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110396794455397138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry XMAS'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110381133855081377</id><published>2004-12-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:10:20.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went in school for Orientation schedule briefing today.. and i have a LOT of MMM things to settle during christmas... before monday *sigh* oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to visit Ibrahim at changi general hospital!!! down with dengue the poor fella! but he's totally ok now, yakking away! thats good! hehe he suffered a lot tho, he was so paranoid bout the skin on his face peeling off!! cant imagine how that must feel like *Brrrrrrr* haha! he's outa hospital today tho :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAT!!!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, look out for Stucks rendition of the 23rd for wat happened to us during Nat's bdae hehe :P sorry lah got work to do ciao~ :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110381133855081377?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110381133855081377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110381133855081377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110381133855081377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110381133855081377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/nat.html' title='Nat'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110372527860705686</id><published>2004-12-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:33:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya Know, when i first took the DISC personality test, in sec 4 if im not wrong.. i was an I, followed by S... yup :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this year when i took it again, i was a Pure I.. thats scary haha Jim carrey my ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... a lots happened since then... too much haha&lt;br /&gt;I took it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Man... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFORMER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships play a key role in Kumar's life, he tends to be a very trusting individual, he enjoys making new friends and developing new relationships. He often finds himself involved in many things at once and loves social functions. Kumar enjoys encouraging those around him. People see him as a person who frequently inspires others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very creative person, Kumar is often willing to seek out new solutions to problems. He is self motivated and will often work at a fast pace to accomplish his goals. Kumar likes new challenges and he is usually able to make decisions easily, even under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing the value of a good relationship, Kumar is very patient and caring when relating to others. He is even-paced; and Kumar usually remains calm and relaxed, even in situations that may ruffle some others. He likes the role of a peacemaker, when working through problems, Kumar tries to rely on successful strategies that have proven results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar is uninhibited in trying new things and prefers going by his feelings rather than just the facts. He is not afraid to try things, and may even do things in unique or unproven ways. Kumar prefers to let others handle much of the detail work associated with his endeavors, preferring to focus on the creative and innovative aspect of the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, that is so damn true at the moment hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THanks Halim for the LiNK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motivationalliving.com/user_signup_freetrial.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motivationalliving.com/user_signup_freetrial.asp"&gt;http://www.motivationalliving.com/user_signup_freetrial.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dun accept hotmail or yahoo tho, had to use Gmail hehe.. my gmail accnt.. haha ok nvm :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Halim checked out what a reformers traits were... im IDS now hehe damn gonna miss the old Kumar... NOT! whahaha! Feel good nowadays, even be4 the DISC thingy again, even tho i realise i have loads of work to do... still.. haha... Feels good feeling good.. yup i suffer from a brain defect which limits my vocabulary unless its for something important hehe wat to do.. i hate THINKING!!!!! like a damn C heh heh heh :P eh, im not saying halim, or stuck, is damned ah hehe, they rule! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110372527860705686?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110372527860705686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110372527860705686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110372527860705686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110372527860705686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/ids.html' title='IDS!'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110364458557403891</id><published>2004-12-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:04:19.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candy anybody?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="bub" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jonester/1070931913_sbubblegum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're bubblegum!!! You love to have a good time,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy being around others who feel the same&lt;br /&gt;way. You tend to be the life of the party, and&lt;br /&gt;people like to be around you as much as they&lt;br /&gt;can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jonester/quizzes/Which%20kind%20of%20candy%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Which kind of candy are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darnit, gotta wait till next year for my braces to come off if i'm bubblegum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110364458557403891?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110364458557403891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110364458557403891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110364458557403891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110364458557403891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/candy-anybody.html' title='candy anybody?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110351960473759904</id><published>2004-12-20T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:32:25.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buses..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next time you see a Bus which you've known has existed but never had an opportunity to sit on...&lt;br /&gt;DONT GET ON IT&lt;br /&gt;The next time you're in a hurry and you presume that a bus goes to PUNGGOL MRT....&lt;br /&gt;ASK THE DAMN BUS DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;And the next time you take a wrong bus and cry when you see it turn right instead of left...&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the scenery :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats wat i did hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110351960473759904?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110351960473759904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110351960473759904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110351960473759904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110351960473759904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/buses.html' title='Buses..'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110316757227438020</id><published>2004-12-16T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:51:52.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts Dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NEVER HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH NAT EARLY IN THE MORNING... heh heh heh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;MORNING!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;are you in the council rm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: yup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: stockchecking, all the first aid kits screwed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE FIRST TIME NAT IS TOLD WHAT WE'RE DOING THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;can you help me stock check for log too?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: siao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: can we come down on saturday for that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;couldn't hurt to ask! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;is that stuck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: cos i need to go buy firewood in the afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: whos stuck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;for what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;STUCK you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: CAMP FIRE need wood to burn rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;OK FINE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: no its kumar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;don't mess with my brain early in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i just woke up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: isnt log comm supposed to do log? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. but since you are there...mgiht as well right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: im dont mind helping lah, but i dont even have the loglist for everything how to check? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: i* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;haha your in luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;its on the council comp!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: wheres ur commitee? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;god knows! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: whos in it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: call zhenghong down and screw him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;and zhenghong and sufi and guan zhen and shush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;EW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;screw him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: then hurry up settle a date and finalise LOG lah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;i told him already about the log last night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;and then i told him to finalise it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;but god knows if that got thru to him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing there again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE SECOND TIME NAT ASKs THE SAME QUESTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: im busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THIS IS WHEN STUCK TAKES OVER THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION and well... we thot of stuff at the later parts together hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: NAT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;you're not kumar right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;you sound like fifi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;ok never mind....ignore that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: you cow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;you're kurseth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: hehez... bahz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;kurseth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing insch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: playing kumar's electric guitar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;why you never tell me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;then i go to sch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: and waiting for that big thing to finish stockcheck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: awwww &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;who else is there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;what is he checking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE THIRD TIME SHE ASKS WHATS GOING ON haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: first aid stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: you are damn dumb you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: scroll up and see lah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;so what are you doing there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE FOURTH TIME!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Man NAT what the hell haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;is stuck there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;he's supposed to help me with maths! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: this is stuck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: fifi and kur's not here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: loL!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;hey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;stop confusing me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm like half asleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;so kurseth and fifi is not there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: wheeeee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;wait. only kurseth says that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;who the hell are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: i'm your mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;DON'T MAKE ME COME THERE AND STICK MY FOOT UP YOUR ARSE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TSK TSK.. Language NAT! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: how could you do that to your own mother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;don't be assholes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/sections.php?op=viewarticle&amp;artid=18"&gt;http://www.talkingcock.com/html/sections.php?op=viewarticle&amp;amp;artid=18&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: sorry..but we are geniuses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;why am i seriously doubting that right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: look at the link and you'll understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face *says:&lt;br /&gt;fine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AFTER LOOKING AT LINK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;you are super lame you know that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: eh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: so don't want me to teach you maths arh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: i'm going like at about 1+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;no lah! you so mean to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;haha ok kidding...i too lazy to get off my arse and go all the way to pasir ris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: what's new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: hey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;be that way then~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: choooo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;ok that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not talking to you anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;my brain cells are dying from talking to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: like you had any to die in the first place?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: go do maths lah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;cow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;fine i will! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: where? wheres the cow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: Cowbei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;stuck shut up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;and dont type&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: wasn't me....kumar's doing the typing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: anyway good luck doing maths after talking to us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: u'll need it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[kUm}---&gt; Freeee N L0aDed! &lt;---{Too freee, feel like cooking Mutton Currryyy! ] says: =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* i don't want another pretty face * says:&lt;br /&gt;i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CANT BLAME NAT LAH, NOT HER FAULT WAT RITE... i only told her wat we were doing there like... FOUR TIMES haha nat you sleepy head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SORRY NAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but THANKS for the conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;heh heh heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110316757227438020?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110316757227438020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110316757227438020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110316757227438020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110316757227438020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/nuts-dumb.html' title='Nuts Dumb'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110316009476820132</id><published>2004-12-16T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T09:21:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Git</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like someone touched my Git while it was still in the council room... Yes my electric guitar.. my ONE AND ONLY Git... well except for the classical lah... i JUST changed the first string... less than two days ago with stuck.. and when i come back, i hear its out of tune..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expected lah... newly stringed wat, but while retuning it, it snapped AGAIN! ARGH!! What the hell hahahaha now im gonna have to buy another 6 strings for 14 bucks just to change 1 string *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a damn conspiracy against indians by Yamaha i tell you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what is the world coming to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110316009476820132?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110316009476820132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110316009476820132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110316009476820132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110316009476820132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/git.html' title='Git'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110303993073150435</id><published>2004-12-15T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:13:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booooored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED as HELL!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, went to watch National Treasure with fifi and jinx yesterday tho, stuck had to leave tho wasted haha!!.. felt like i was paying for escort service haha damn me.. we had fun tho.. i think lol.. So damn Boooooring! like theres only shitload of MMM which i havent done and more and more and MORE Homework to uhm... DO.. eventually... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mrs Crossley at tampines mall too (thats how you spell it rite? not Xley or Cross Lee is it?) Rebonded her hair... or something new she said i dunno man.. hairdressing isnt really my lingo, can tell rite? heh.. they could have pumped oxygen through her brain for all i know :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i had one those supremely embarrasing moments.. u know the sort which u'll never forget? ya that type *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were on our way back and the girls went to the toilet.. and i went to mine hah.. all the urinals occupied... people really ar pissed nowadays huh.. so i decided to check the cubicles out.. All of them were closed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can sort of guess wat happened next lah... rite? So... i checked out each and every cubicle, trying to figure out which were locked, then i saw a door with the red sign on top of the handle thingy... Naturally its locked lah rite, no use bothering it.. So i went to the door next to it, white sign on it... should be ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently nudged it open and WHO yes WHO did i SEE.... some manjan with no balls and like no mouth shittng away lah haha i said Sorry and Oh Mah GAWD and walked away.. Man... dunno how to operate locks lah some people.. ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Still BOOOOOOOOORED! I miSS all you people out there overseas! my parents (heh heh heh) and bro, Halim, Jia Yan, all the damn josephians all dunno doing wat.. and everyone in that church camp thingy yah...its not overseas but heck lah haha.. wat am i doing here blogging just BECAUSE fei ting asked me to?! Okay, i shall stop, sounds like the banter of a sleep deprived gorilla on a boat to mandai.. Goodnite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110303993073150435?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110303993073150435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110303993073150435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110303993073150435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110303993073150435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/booooored.html' title='Booooored!'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110268865386484125</id><published>2004-12-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:47:14.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/MJC.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Job Stuck, nice view of Meridian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbed wire man... it looks a bit prison-like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, MJs First Prom, pretty awesome haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goodie bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/pdnline.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, ever packed 467 goodie bags full of soap, shiseido, bodyshop and other sponsors stuff? including skippy peanut butter!! (just in case food in ritz sucked lah rite jia hehe) man... tiring as hell haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="138" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/Soupystun.bmp" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted though, some people saw me and stuck, my stunning partner in crime,try to *codeword* (cant say it wait too many people will be stunned at knowing it or something heh) a box of soupy snaxx.. thats them trying to get it down from my hiding place yah lah, only i can reach it rite.. bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, id like to thank shu swen, guanzhen and natasha, soupy snaxx sucks big time man what the hell lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. dun take this seriosuly lah, was just foolin around with stuck :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 106px; HEIGHT: 117px" height="121" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/467bags.bmp" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;467 goodie bags from 3rd floor to Meeting room and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="111" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/bagsatritz.bmp" width="107" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;467 goodie bags and a drum set from MJ to Ritz haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/kumonthefloor.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at The Salon at Ritz, its a holding area lah, had our briefing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couch is fantastic i tell you, bounce like ive never bounced before.. No wonder the girls go and hog it after that heh heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="97" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/ballroom.bmp" width="120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballroom itself in Ritz, pretty kewl heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh and making helium filled balloons at the reception area outside the ballroom.. see that blue balloon up there at the ceiling... no prizes guessing what i had to do... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/BAllons1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/ballon2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballons! here there everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. only here lah mostly heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/Heliumaddict.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathing in Helium like a PRO haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in a squeky voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is that scary or wat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/crystalwax.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crytsal wax dolls performance, not bad.. whys the bassist playing a Bass guitar using a pick tho heh.. Only sad part was half the world was outside the ballroom taking pictures instead of inside.. Nostalgic huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/ritzroom.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is us at the 24th floor in a room at ritz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/ECP.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECP at nite? Stuck wanted to go down there and take photos in the middle of the road.. to long a walk lah stuck :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 407px" height="660" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/pillow1.jpg" width="458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so tired.. and stuck n i were so tempted to bring back a pillow haha.. hey! i think i could have made it down okay! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 522px; HEIGHT: 569px" height="684" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/Street.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, reading that days STREATS newspaper in the Middle of the Street! haha at 4 in the morning! wooohooo! crazy man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="720" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/Escalator.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to rest.. somewhere.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/darth_kumar/Stuck.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man sorry Stuck! i Stunned you man, i suddenly turned around and whipped out ur camera to take a pic! the Flash musta knocked u out, see lah sleep deprived haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pics courtesy of Seng Tuck heres his URL heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2134318014"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2134318014&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for next year haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110268865386484125?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110268865386484125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110268865386484125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110268865386484125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110268865386484125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110244332772943966</id><published>2004-12-08T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T23:51:53.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>esplanade comic strip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had the entire thing on my blog but it was loading too damn slowly haha heres the link instead :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talkingcock.com/html/sections.php?op=viewarticle&amp;artid=80"&gt;http://www.talkingcock.com/html/sections.php?op=viewarticle&amp;amp;artid=80&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110244332772943966?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110244332772943966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110244332772943966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110244332772943966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110244332772943966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/esplanade-comic-strip.html' title='esplanade comic strip'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110232256073664229</id><published>2004-12-06T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T16:42:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im gonna eat my shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time in  years... i fell today.. damn shoes of mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was running, running running then *BLAM* wet floor and big thing combined.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why was i running? was in a hurry lah doh :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, my Judo coach would have been proud of me, the entire incident lasted for less than 2 seconds! Not bad, not a scratch on me... heh heh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First second, slip... fall nicely mind you and the next i was up lol *sigh* i miss the days i suffered on the Dojo.. Riiiite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, parents and bro going overseas (india to fight a lawsuit with a few relatives over land hah hah..) for about a week and my sister's working which leaves.... ME at Home! Alone! i'm so scaared hehe :P Wat to DO!! wat to DO!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate homework...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110232256073664229?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110232256073664229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110232256073664229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110232256073664229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110232256073664229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-gonna-eat-my-shoes.html' title='Im gonna eat my shoes'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110199355871081455</id><published>2004-12-02T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:19:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Vs Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About the most.. interesting CIP activity ive done so far, catch Halim's. ben ben's blog please hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was watching Man vs Beast on channel 5, before Achar started (Achar means Pickles in Hindi FYI.. come in all flavours hehe) and there was one scene where a man was facing an alaskan cruncher, this really huge bear lah... from alaska doh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This scrawny little japanese dude named Kobeeeeeeeeeyashi was the worlds number one professional eater of all things... And they were gonna eat hotdogs.. what in the world.. is that or is that not stupid lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least the look on the japanese guys face when he saw the bear was hillarious hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid Americans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110199355871081455?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110199355871081455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110199355871081455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110199355871081455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110199355871081455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/12/man-vs-beast.html' title='Man Vs Beast'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110172018155951406</id><published>2004-11-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:29:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light?? ME???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Light. You're whole being is consumed with it.&lt;br /&gt;You're happy and that's a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone take that away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WingzofNocte/quizzes/What"&gt;What's on the inside? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If u told me i were dark... ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If u told me i were heavy.... also ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIGHT?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wat is this? like some durian is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thorny on the outside, tender on the inside?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The smell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110172018155951406?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110172018155951406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110172018155951406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110172018155951406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110172018155951406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/light-me.html' title='Light?? ME???'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110171633280761348</id><published>2004-11-29T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:12:12.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yup well, lets try this again shall we :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ive been M-I-Aing so heres ur updates Liane, u asked for em! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of, Jia Yan and Feissy, HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again!! haha.. i'm so sorry i could't be there :( I was vegetarian that day lah, had prayers and everything going on in mah house.. Not my fault ur birthday on the same day rite? :) Hope u had fun eating my share of the Boat tho, argued with my parents bout it... told them i would go there and breath in all that Steam but.. *sigh* parents nowadays ah... heh heh heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got all my energy sapped outa me lah.. super draining crapping bout stuff which ive already crapped out and.. And... Bah.. *pulls hair folicles from armpit strand.. by strand* ok i dunno why i typed that heh.. frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after spending like SIXTEEN hours in MJC's oh so blue uniform on a SATURDAY all OVER SINGAPORE (i'm getting to that :P) i began wondering where in the world my entire week dissapeared to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has something to do with the fact that i enrolled myself in tution..After that sad meeting my parents had with my tutor after Mid Years... MAD tution i tell you.. 4 subjects, 2 hour each = whole weekend go *PoOf*&lt;br /&gt;But my tution is in the Geylang in the Garden (at least thats wat i call it) Dunno wat im talking about ah? go read Sunday Times Newspaper main page 4, 28/11/04 hehe... It talks about the rise in prostitution in Orchard plaza and the like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go there for tution! Wheeeeee!!! Lucky i never say yes to any of their offers for Massaeuse man Hahahahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah so i missed out on Four subjects during OGL camp and i had to use this week to make up for it *sigh* Bye bye holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i really need to laugh.. ok at least smile lah, i really dun feel like my normal jovial self in this entry.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day an evil witch took over the forest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''One-by-one, all of you useless animals have to come up here and tell a joke... if everybody laughs, you will be spared... or else I'll cut off your HEAD!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey went up first and told such a funny joke that all the animals laughed except fot a tortoise.. so the witch cut off his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a giraffe went up and she, in turn told a joke that set all the animals off laughing... but still, the tortoise did not laugh...so the witch cut off her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the rabbit (no not u Jia Yan heh heh) went up... but before she could say a word, the tortoise started laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Why are you laughing you stupid tortoise?'' the witch asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The monkey's joke was very funny...'' was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a MONKEY!!!!!! Wheeeeeeee!!!! Hahaha read that of ben's super old email.. anyways i hate our uniform so Much!! i mean i'm not saying i'm not proud of it but my damn pants just refuse to keep themselves up!! heh.. even after talking to the lion also no use!! bah.. sometimes i think she has this fetish for drooping pants i tell you!! I'd rather wear a Zookeeper's uniform tho :)&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat it looks like hehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, it was a Saturday... and i was on my way to BOON LAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOON LAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOON LAY MRT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Punggol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Punggol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 530 (yes... in the morning), walked from my house to the bus-stop, take bus from bus stop to Punggol Mrt, take train from Punggol to Outram (the other end of NEL) then take train from outram to Boon Lay (the other end of the east-west line) *PANT* reached boon lay at 745-750 like that hehe :P was early so decided to go drink Kopi :) had to meet up with Salvin at 8 heh.. y? wait lah.. patience.. patience!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Lay is like WOW... another country!!! i mean compare it to Punggol lah... You turn ur head to the right, u see bits and pieces of 'civilisation' and u turn ur head to the left.. u see... well.. Fields, trees, hills, grass.... So peaceful! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so out of place in Boon Lay haha, litter everywhere, so many workers dunno doing wat.. (sitting there drinking Kopi hehe) so crowded early in the morning!! man i felt like i was in Malaysia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination: Nanyang Teknolojikal Universiti (why spell like Mut cannot is it!! heh heh.. relac lah joking onli.. Dun make curry outa me! MMMmmmm Mutton Curry!!! Ah the days i aint vegetarian :p) What the hell man, Stoooooopid place!!! So damn Ulu i tell you!! and its at Jalan Bahar.. Bahar means outside in hindi.. yup it fits all rite.. But damn it was HUGE... not as big as this playground but still.. It was HUGE!! (sorry, my vocab very limited nowadays only got B!g.. and like Huge to describe like... B!g stuff hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. wat was i doing there?? taking part in a month long SGX-NTU financial games thingy with ppl from other poly's, uni's and JCs!! Yippee!!! sounds as fun as a layman spectating a Chess Game!! Wheeeeeee!!!! but... i know im gonna have fun man.. haha even tho it sounds dead booooring! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a team of four, with Salvin and junlong trading with stocks online, and Naoto and i in Futures.. haha waht the hell am i talking about? For stocks, we're given $100,000 (obviously FAKE lah, if not i take and RUN already hahaha) and they're suppossed to buy/sell stocks online with real time figures! woah.. But Naoto and i.. we'll be competing at the Singapore Stock Exchange!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know what the hell stockbrokers do when they go down to the "trading Pit" and start shouting with all their hand signals and stuff!!! so damn kewl, they are the people who get paid loads to go there and influence the market of a commodity! we'll be trading with Euroyen and the Nikkei 225 stock Index!! okay.... information overload haha :P wasted tho, got singapore poly students who do this for their exams, i.e. their experienced already lah.. grrr.. nevermind, i shout louder than any of them hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it! i cant wait for this Saturday!!! Must go practice all the hand gestures now!! hahaha See ya all around! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110171633280761348?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110171633280761348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110171633280761348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110171633280761348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110171633280761348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/again.html' title='Again...'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110163746376432462</id><published>2004-11-28T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T16:59:04.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>That was not Good... i lost all the lameness in me.. that entry was so.. ARGH!!! *pulls his hair out*&lt;br /&gt;Not Good... Bah, i'm so damn pissed i dun feel like blogging anymore.. i just need to direct all this pissiness to something.. the toilet bowl will do for now i guess... Such a pity tho, i typed my heart out... :( spent an hour typing and the whole internet explorer hung on me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh SUPER DAMN DEPRESSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man... this is so damn sad.. shit me!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna blow some poor assholes brains out.. and im sorry.. had so much to say.. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the bdaes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-where my week went&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the 16 hours of MJ uniform + the monkey joke&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jurong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NTU&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Futures/Stocks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i feel a little bit better then.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110163746376432462?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110163746376432462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110163746376432462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110163746376432462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110163746376432462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110126665852142373</id><published>2004-11-24T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T18:31:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes... In the grinder with coconuts, coriander, some.. Oh damnit Kumar STOP! before u reveal wats inside ur mother's secret spicy chutney! MMMmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, i get screwed every single day! I'm not gonna be able to &lt;em&gt;tahan&lt;/em&gt; for much longer! Can we like get all the TAs together and tell her that i'm WORKING!! Bah! but this aint the place for chutney.. (If u want to eat just come to my house lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before i got interrupted &lt;thanks&gt;Yes we cried, we were reborn again.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Kay Ess response to this ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasnt there, but while talking about it on the way to ritz.. (what took the rest of you people so loooong!! Stuck almost stunned a few towels from the grand ritzy toilet haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KS started talking about the ACE Ventura movie, there was a scene where Jim Carrey was hiding in a Rhino *cough* and yah!!!!! IDIOT! if u forget already, go watch the movie again OMG.. talk about reborn.. :) KS hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magnificent Meridian Marathon haha so fun rite? i'm just gonna say that i owe a huge portion of my B!g self to all you people out there who tossed me and my frens into the grinder, switched it off and put us back together again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(u know who), before this i would have said that the world ran on one frequency and u on another.. i've already said wat i wanted to say to you, so i'm not gonna say any more, less just pray that ur radio's fixed heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yan!! haha ur amazing! u have to stick to Log!! :P Its hard to believe you were the first person i spoke to in MJ! haha Castor 3!! We've been through too much carelessness and well... SHIT but thank you! thank you for being there when things started going wrong! We pulled through didnt we? :D And i'm sorry... sometimes i wonder if u'll just end up on the floor convulsing (like me n stuck that other night heh heh), But u have enuff to blackmail me so... have mercy k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of the MMM comm, Fifi &lt;growl!!!&gt;, stuck &lt;idiot...&gt;, shus, you people rule!! but we still need to let Fifi hound the MMM chiefs hehe :) And fifi, are you sure u want me to walk you.. alone? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counter-part Small Thing, ok ok you evil woman! leave me aloooone!! I'll do everything k? just impart ur knowledge on how u stunned tt cool can of oh so black coke from the teacher's room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariam, i'm sorry Mar, i wasn't there even after i told every1 it was ME for dinner... :( Sorry! was being trashed in a different way, i'll make it up to u somehow.. ok? haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufi! damnit man, u and fei were like some overworked immigration officers, so many buggers entering and leaving the camp!! But u guys did great! more effeciency than those slackers at calcutta airport, whole day drink coffee onli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liane, ur rite, no one can sit opposite Stuck during meetings, especially not me!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, shaddup already hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kurseth, No, no pole dancing on this blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm President, Kai sheng, and Ha-Ha-HA-HA-LiM!! you guys did great! Kudos to you people! Especially Halim, hang in there man! you can do it!! u already have haha but honestly wise man, if u need anything ah just call :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayanthi, Fei Ting and Shus, you gals are the best, and no matter what happens, you will always be a b!g part of us! I'm gonna miss Jays curliness as KS put it, Aunt Feissy (need i say more? :P) and Shus! i'm so gonna pity ur husband heh heh... If any1 dares badmouth you ppl in future lemme know k :) we'll always be there for joo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VegA!!! Rawk on guys! i was touched by everything you ppl did during the camp! But it don't matter if we win or lose, so long as we have fun, and we're all united in the end.. Oh, Vega did win during the camp by the way heh heh heh... :) Great job OGLs, OHLs!! every single on of you! we're gonna make the Last "First" Orientation a success! But as stuck pointed out, the greatest paradox is still the "Circle Line"... Go figure :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... people who know me know that i gotta laugh, so im gonna do it! you hear me Stuck!! i'm gonna tell the WhoLe Wide WorLd!! But i'm not gonna mention names k.. actually... i shouldnt do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Maril! i can't do it here, anyways, it was lame.. but god, small little lame stuff like that can make you go crazy in the middle of the night! *sigh* it had to do with camp rules and a certain someone haha but damn it stuck DAMN YOU! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u want i can tell you in person, but that was the only time in my life i broke down rolling on the floor and laughing for a whole 3mins plus.. ZH... ZH... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Meet Bloppy!!! he's my new pet Blob.. Yah! i'm so damn bored i go adopt a damn Blob so i can show it to everyone on my Blog! Look Out FiFi!! You have competition!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110126665852142373?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110126665852142373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110126665852142373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110126665852142373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110126665852142373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/continued.html' title='Continued...'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110113497847105995</id><published>2004-11-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:49:38.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OGL camp 1</title><content type='html'>You know the guy i was speaking to below?&lt;br /&gt;He came hahaha.. okay nevermind have to get to the important stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were trashed out today, man... My parents are complaining like MAD i tell you!!!!!! come back from camp (eating @ magic Wok actually hehe) and go for 8 hour meeting in School!!!!! EIGHT hour Meeting!! mite as well have extended the camp man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it tho, we died, we cried, we dined (tomorrow) haha and we cried somemore... but of course, we... Oh SHITT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*parents drag B!g Thing Off the comp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit this is bad!!!! I gotta go, continue soon k, just some pointers for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MMM ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hope for Mandai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Funniest night of my L-I-F-E (Stuck!!!! HAHahahahHAHAhahahhahahAHaha im NEVER gonna forget that corner near the spiral staircase outside E3-1 :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HAhahahahahahHAhahhaahha people are gonna give me wierd looks when i burst out laughing next year on that level!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thanks ZH for that haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vega!!!!!! You guys Rawk man!!! :)_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gotta go, mum gonna make chutney outa me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wheeeee! 2 hours of sleep during camp and being in screensaver mode rawks!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110113497847105995?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110113497847105995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110113497847105995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110113497847105995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110113497847105995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/ogl-camp-1.html' title='OGL camp 1'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110070270168451849</id><published>2004-11-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:19:40.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a conversation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; comrade?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Comrade Kumar reporting&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; yes i know&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Haha so hows Meridian TM?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; huh? wat thing?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; ur in talent managent rite?&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; management&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; dunno.... &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; izit?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Yah i think so&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt;damn sure&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; hmmm &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; dunno le...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; they never do anything&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; they suppose to give u a letter or somezing&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; nothing le&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; in school lah&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; ok la&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; i dint recieve it though&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; tomorrow probably&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; oh ok &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; hmmm &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; means i can quit ogl?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; huh! no way&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; y u want to quit?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; no time&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; serious &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; u already signed up...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; so? &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; we had to chop of more than 50 people so u can get in and now u want to leave?&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; u know what type of situation the school will be in if this continues?&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; wat?&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; oh &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; no orientation&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting....o.0 says: &lt;br&gt; What will other people think of us loh, the students too busy to do anything&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; we'll get screwed big time&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; oh... &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; so i cant quit?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; i doubt it&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; im just saying it'll be damn sad if everyone said the same thing as u lah&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; okok&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; so i ask u &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; wat if i dun turn up?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Then u wont know whats going on during orientation, and orientation will suffer cos the OGLs dunno wat to do.. rite?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; i mean i wont turn for both&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; den wat?&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; i'm just curious&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; *sigh*&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; i wont speak to u anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; damn i wonder how many ppl told me that&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; oi &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; but just a question&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; are all the names and jobs finalised?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Yup &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; shit &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; cos i really really wanted to be an ogl&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; but ur a games i/c &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;? {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Which game?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; dunno &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; cos i dint go 4 the meeting&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; dint haf a choice man...&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; PW file 50m pages&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; the meetingS &lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; ur not the only games i/c, OGL, sc bugger there who takes PW&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; last day u know &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; 50 pages only &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; so my group had to throw up 200+&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; How bout the meetings other than that one? like the saturday before that meeting?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says: &lt;br&gt;all dint go&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; sorry la &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; i think ur really good at this&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; then why did u sign up?&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; why deprive other people? I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; other people who are more than WILLING and ABLE to do their JOBs&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; ah... sad case lo &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; wonder y they picked me for TM anyway&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; crazy &lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says: anyway chill man {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; its just 1 man out of many&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says: &lt;br&gt;nothing will go wrong&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; all it takes is ONE person... to pull MJ down from the eyes of all the Freshies out there.. the person they are supposed to look to for guidance n support&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; i'll disappear b4 everything starts&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; no 1 seems to need me anyway &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; my "com" whom i just knew about today &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; never call, no orders 4 me&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; doing really well huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; U bet, a Games i/c who knows he's deployed but does;nt even bother to take the Initiative to find out what his responsibilities are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; ok thanks 4 the motivation&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; The motivation is that you can still make a DIFFERENCE if u attend the camp&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; there is still time &lt;br&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; It all boils down to YOU&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says: &lt;br&gt;What will it be?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; so i'm stuck with my job and i have to like it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; If you want to Switch roles there is still time, u can mutually arrange for a swop with anyone in ur OH whos wiling to swop with you&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; thats not very difficult &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; but answer me anyway &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; wat if i dun turn up 4 both&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; No, ur not stuck with your job, u want ot be an OGL, and u say its easy to swop then go ahead and do so. &lt;br&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Like is said Howe, it just shows what type of person you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; come now. u know where i come from&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Its not about where you come from, its about where you are NOW. &lt;br&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says: Think about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; swat will happen if i dun turn up &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; wat will happen to me?&lt;br&gt; {="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; quick &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; will ms lai come after me or wat?&lt;Br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Ms Lai? you don't really have contact with her every day rite? No rest assurred.. its NOT only Ms Lai whos gonna hunt you, it will be Teachers, your other Friends, all the councillors and ME&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; You can live out your entire J2 life regretting NOT going for Orientation, even after you passed the stage where dozens were chopped of&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Anyway, i have to leave for now.&lt;br&gt; I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Have something Worthwhile to do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; a levels man &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says: &lt;br&gt;i'm one of the weaker ones&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Bullshit&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says: &lt;br&gt;wat bullshit &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; my grades depended on luck &lt;br&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt; i canot miss lectures&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm waiting.... o.0 says:&lt;br&gt; Riite Howe... Riiiiite&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;{="cEFuSi0n"=} &lt;m.s.c&gt;{-&gt;Vulcan Minigun&lt;-} [20mm rounds at 200 - 10,000 rpm.] says:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u took FM u'll understand &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Its disturbing the amount of people ive heard saying "Oh i can't make it, i have my cca to attend" &lt;br&gt;It sickens me.&lt;br&gt; i have nothing against any other fantastic CCA &lt;br&gt; But You people made a choice, a commitment and now you're backing away like how a  drunk male terrapin would traverse backwards to entice his mate. Disgusting. How is anyone going to trust you again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110070270168451849?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110070270168451849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110070270168451849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110070270168451849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110070270168451849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-conversation.html' title='What a conversation...'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110065531254846330</id><published>2004-11-17T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T09:35:12.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#600B40" border=1 width="50%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are darkredviolet&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;#600B40&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF" size=-1&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. You can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your saturation level is high - you get into life and have a strong personality. Everyone you meet will either love you or hate you - either way, your goal is to get them to change the world with you. You are very hard working and don't have much patience for people without your initiative.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your outlook on life is slightly darker than most people's. You try to see things for what they are and face situations honestly. You'd rather get to the point than look for what's good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/colorquiz"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for whats good also wat... heh heh heh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110065531254846330?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110065531254846330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110065531254846330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110065531254846330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110065531254846330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-are-darkredviolet600b40your.html' title=''/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110065063078647129</id><published>2004-11-17T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T08:43:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>You know, i use to pride myself for not sleeping late.... especially when i have like a proposal the size of a rhino's ass (and ego) to submit the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went to sleep and guess what! after an eon of actually sleeping peacefully i had to dream... DREAM... what the hell man, my mind is never at peace nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself sleeping during a lecture... and the LT was completely packed.. Yah i know.. Sleeping in my sleep... *sigh* But it hasn't even begun yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for some reason completely unknown to me, i heard this voice full of conviction, sarcasm, and sheer authority.. It said "(person number 1), (person number 2), come down here NOW and answer this question for everyone.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah well i can't really remember the names of those people lah.. i was sleeping rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what she said after that chilled me to the bone... "Wah, think you so smart is it? Can sleep during my lecture!! Come down and answer this other question now, B!g ThInG!!!!" &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;like... who in the world would call me that in front of everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i slowly opened my eyes and who did i see? WHO!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Sarah Ee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;drops&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok... just imagine her face contorted, twisted in her sadistic, demonic evil little smirk of hers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there ya go.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Disclaimer-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No lah i not saying she's bad.. just that it was her "dark side" in my dream.. if u know what ah mean.. *shudder* worst than Wong mei Lin i tell you... DOH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So i got up, started slowly ambling down the aile like some bloody half-asleep, half dead gorilla.. and i looked to my left somewhere down the line and i saw Khalisah!! Oh my GaWd! She gave me that grin she always gave me when i was doing Maktab the week be4 Love meridian Day.. Chimpanzee!!! heh heh heh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea wat she was doing in an econs lecture.. (Its a dream lah who cares.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i went up to the OHT to await my turn to answer this question (god knows wat.. didnt make sense in the dream.. not gonna make sense now...) And to top it all off, person number(s) 1 &amp;amp; 2 answered theirs superbly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was it, the B!G moment... She set her beady, little, eagle like eyes on me and just before she finished burning me to cinders where i stood... My alarm went off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really!!! I'm not joking!! And i set up my alarm to Class 90.5 fm and when it rang, that Beegees song was playing lah.. from Saturday Night Fever.. You know the one i'm talking about!! And i heard the most prominent, if not most important&lt;em&gt;e &lt;/em&gt;line in the entire song.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Stayin &lt;em&gt;AAaaaaaLLiiIIiiiiiIIIIIiiiIiiiiiiVVveeeee&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lucky no need to answer her question siah.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*whew*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110065063078647129?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110065063078647129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110065063078647129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110065063078647129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110065063078647129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110052509456257338</id><published>2004-11-15T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:24:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family in Meridian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to school after 5 days of Celebrations! woot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh* But still, Life is kinda boring without all the conspiracy, backstabbing, Mrs Crossley's Beard Hunting etc back at school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Found out that a cousin of mine from TKGS could be coming to MJ during first 3 months... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lamb to the slaughter baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110052509456257338?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110052509456257338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110052509456257338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110052509456257338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110052509456257338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/family-in-meridian.html' title='Family in Meridian?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110034074084550443</id><published>2004-11-13T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:12:20.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Back, and In the midst of all the stupidity, it is sad, really..(refer to Jinx, council blog and council critics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;All you Muslim People Out there in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whole Wide WorlD!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wheee!! another great festival!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Go have Fun Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&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/8814954-110034074084550443?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110034074084550443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110034074084550443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110034074084550443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110034074084550443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/vacation-over.html' title='Vacation over'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110007964420164922</id><published>2004-11-10T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:21:39.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY DIWALI!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;to all u INDIAN people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wont be blogging for the next few days haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;have Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, its not deePAVAli for me haha&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/8814954-110007964420164922?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110007964420164922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110007964420164922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110007964420164922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110007964420164922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/diwali.html' title='Diwali'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110007881650225588</id><published>2004-11-10T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:35:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr pang</title><content type='html'>Crashed History Lecture Today! People there asked me wat the heck i was doing there, told them cos i was bored.. and they stared back at me haha, who goes for history lecture when their BORED! Hahahahaha damn but that was the BESTest Lecture Ive Ever Been To my Entire Life lol Mr Pang rules man. Sure, i was the object of most of the puns in the LT, but damn it was funny!! I hope it really is me... Wat is it with indians these days?? rite liane? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see a doctor,&lt;br /&gt;Hate cracked ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite tiring tho, today.. didnt have a single break, other than recess.. People like me accustommed to free periods almost every single day!! But it was worth it haha... I hate myself for understanding the whole Missionary/doggy style pun Mr Pang brought up during the lecture, hes so full of crap tho.. i Like. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110007881650225588?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110007881650225588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110007881650225588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110007881650225588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110007881650225588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/mr-pang.html' title='Mr pang'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110000746887609651</id><published>2004-11-09T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:43:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku no.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel so Wierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell that to Mrs Crossley...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please?&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/8814954-110000746887609651?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110000746887609651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110000746887609651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110000746887609651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110000746887609651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/haiku-no2.html' title='Haiku no.2'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-110000703424831733</id><published>2004-11-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:40:04.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TDH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know whenever i walk around, specially in MJ, i can always hear people saying wah, so "TALL"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i always think to myself yah.. so short (rite Mikey? =P) heh heh.. mean little me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah, the thing that really bothers me is my parent's complexion is so light, but for some reason, my limbs are "DARK",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(cos the sun's Bright: See way below for the first Haiku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau, TALL, DARK.. and uhmm well.. 2 out of 3 isnt that bad wat right ah not?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-110000703424831733?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/110000703424831733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=110000703424831733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110000703424831733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/110000703424831733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/tdh.html' title='TDH'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109997979653853439</id><published>2004-11-09T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T15:18:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Led Zeppelin's Stairway to heaven..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a lady whos sure all that glitter is gold. &lt;br /&gt;And shes buying a stairway to heaven.And when she gets there she knows if the store is closed. &lt;br /&gt;With a word she can get what she came for.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure. &lt;br /&gt;Cause she know sometimes words have two meanings. &lt;br /&gt;In a tree by the brook there's a song bird who sings sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;All of our thougts are misgiven. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a feeling I get when I look to the west. &lt;br /&gt;And my spirit is crying for leaving. &lt;br /&gt;In my thougts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, &lt;br /&gt;And the voices of those who stand looking. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its whispered that soon if we all call the tne. &lt;br /&gt;Then the piper will lead us to reason. &lt;br /&gt;And a new day will dawn for those who stand long. &lt;br /&gt;And the forests will echo with laughter. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it makes me wonder.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres a bustle in your hedgerow don't be alarmed now. &lt;br /&gt;Its just a spring clean for the May-Queen. &lt;br /&gt;Yes there two paths you can go by. &lt;br /&gt;But in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;Theres still time to change the road you're on. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go - in case you don?t know. &lt;br /&gt;The pipers calling you to join him. &lt;br /&gt;Dear lady can you hear the wind blow. &lt;br /&gt;And did you know &lt;br /&gt;your stairway lies on the whispering wind. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we wind on down the road. &lt;br /&gt;Our shadows taller than our soul. &lt;br /&gt;There walks a lady we all know. &lt;br /&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show. &lt;br /&gt;How everything still turns to gold. &lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard &lt;br /&gt;the tune will come to you at last. &lt;br /&gt;When all are one and one is all. &lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109997979653853439?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109997979653853439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109997979653853439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109997979653853439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109997979653853439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='Stairway to heaven'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109997953580208469</id><published>2004-11-09T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T13:52:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makes me wonder..</title><content type='html'>nothing blogworthy... other than the fact that i seem to be linking everything to racism, jokingly of course. i'm suffering from LOL syndrome... yah laugh out loud ur head, more like Lack of Life damnit and hols have just begun too... makes me wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109997953580208469?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109997953580208469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109997953580208469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109997953580208469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109997953580208469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/makes-me-wonder.html' title='makes me wonder..'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109989994658782344</id><published>2004-11-08T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T15:45:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW or Blog!?</title><content type='html'>Blog, PW, Blog PW!! which one to do !!! Blog!! PW!! Blog Blog Blog! PW PW PW!! Theres only one person in my PW group who actually PWs.. And she says she doesnt Blog.. Argh!! go do PW lah, my GPF is so screwed!!! No more NUS for me!! Im gonna go to that Bangladeshi Tech Park and study how to plant trees and sleep under them after NS.. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109989994658782344?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109989994658782344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109989994658782344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109989994658782344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109989994658782344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/pw-or-blog.html' title='PW or Blog!?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109983882564751381</id><published>2004-11-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:47:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thin thing?</title><content type='html'>Well, u know how people have this thing against Obecity and the like? I couldn't fit into this pair of pants my mom bought for me... Oh man so embarrasing rite?? i mean like... it was too B!G for me.. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die lah, she wants me to eat more.. no more Thin Thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109983882564751381?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109983882564751381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109983882564751381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109983882564751381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109983882564751381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/thin-thing.html' title='thin thing?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109975194584331749</id><published>2004-11-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T22:43:24.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man, todays the day they lock out the indian i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;Come to school at 0715 on a saturday and its closed.. had to wait for Mr Tng to open up the gates and save me from talking to Wong Mei Lin.. *shivers down my spine* Mr Tng my hero!!! :) Try to be a bit earlier next time, sheesh.. heh heh.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I happily decided not to bring my bag to school..&lt;br /&gt;Bring for wat? i had the improvised PTSB timeline in my hands can already lah.. i'm not even gonna mention what in the world i was doing with 2 umbrellas... (Rite Nat!) Anyways, i distinctly remember some people saying:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qingde: Eh Kumar, where's Ur bag?&lt;br /&gt;Halim: Yah, wat happen to ur bag.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bag? wat bag...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me!!! i took the bus all the way back to Punggol (i stay there fyi) and walked all the way back to my flat and rang the doorbell. No response. Ring again. No response. Ring again.. aiyah nvm the details lah.. My parents were'nt at home.. and my house keys were in my bag and my Bag was at Home!! AARrrgh!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked out again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* called my parents and decided to meet them at Plaza Singapura.. Ever tried taking MRT with a jersey screaming MJC Students' Council, and pants which simply refused to keep themselves up? please dunt! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109975194584331749?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109975194584331749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109975194584331749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109975194584331749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109975194584331749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/locked-out.html' title='Locked out'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109975015315615330</id><published>2004-11-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T22:09:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The more time i spend&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blacker&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Become. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109975015315615330?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109975015315615330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109975015315615330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109975015315615330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109975015315615330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/black.html' title='Black'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109970231700531994</id><published>2004-11-06T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T13:13:17.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss ya...</title><content type='html'>Ya know, i used to think Meridians had class. But imagine someone stealing 9 poor people's bags from outside the Hall while we're taking our A Levels.. I seriously hope that its not some sick bastard who skipped his A's just to rob people (hehe..) and some external bangladeshi worker or something! dun worry lah Liane, they'll prolly return ur handphone after they see wats inside heh heh heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me miss SJI.. I was the only one from my primary school to go there and Whopee!I'm the only one to go to MJC from SJI in my batch *sigh* (No, Rico does not count :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Morning assembly in the morning. (doh!)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the School Rally.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way our flag went up on weekdays cept monday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way everyone would clap in unison and stop all at once.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the morning walks at Tanglin Park.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fact that i never really attended morning assembly in Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh heh.. i wonder y :P&lt;br /&gt;I miss Roger, that big guy who put a spark in my life but always came late hehe&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ms Tan Eng Hong, i want that afro hairstyle haha&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sirhan, Mut Rockah!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss David Kwang, ok thats gay.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Fam!&lt;br /&gt;I miss Brother Mike.&lt;br /&gt;I miss CF, bloodshot red eyes, beer belly n all!&lt;br /&gt;I miss 2158!&lt;br /&gt;I miss mugging only for 2158!&lt;br /&gt;I miss John Con.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ms. Marah.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Track.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Gym.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the field.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cemetary next to the field.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Judo mats.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the street soccer court.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the Hockey court.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Beurel.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the air-con hall!&lt;br /&gt;I miss the PAC!&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Prefects.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Prefects Room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing carrom in the prefects' room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss missing while playing darts in the prefects' room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing everything but work in the prefects' room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Parade Square.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fountain at the atrium.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fishes in the fountain in the atrium.&lt;br /&gt;I miss 1e6&lt;br /&gt;I miss 2e6&lt;br /&gt;I miss 306&lt;br /&gt;I miss 406&lt;br /&gt;I miss fiz.&lt;br /&gt;I miss terri.&lt;br /&gt;I miss bernard.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ben Lim.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ben Yue.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mark.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Desmond.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Wei An.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Saravana.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jaipal, where did that idiot go!?&lt;br /&gt;I miss gursharn.&lt;br /&gt;I miss jasdeep.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Pasu.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Murali.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ruben.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Suraen.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Suresh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Vicknesh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nantha haha.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the 9 little indians and one eurasion boy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ephraim.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Yan Xiong.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Eng hao.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Yu yang.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jonas. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;I miss dancing para para in the LT.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Keat Loon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Wee Hian.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nick.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Chanun.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the PSFs&lt;br /&gt;I miss Paedo.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Tze wei.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Solvent Face.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Francis.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Yue Hong.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Salman.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dwayne?&lt;br /&gt;I miss Keefe.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ee yong.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the memories.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the prayers.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;God i miss the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I miss laughing 24/7 in class.&lt;br /&gt;I miss stripping freely in class.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Goodness Gracious Me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Who's Line is it Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mind your Language.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the experience.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the only place i ever truly loved.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the only place i was born again.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the place which made me who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my 2nd home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss SJI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109970231700531994?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109970231700531994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109970231700531994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109970231700531994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109970231700531994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/miss-ya.html' title='Miss ya...'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109953548624505708</id><published>2004-11-04T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T13:21:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>The dust has settled? Really...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its only me... But why in the world is it that i feel that once again somethings been overlooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, they love hiding in their little rat holes, with their tiny little rat tails in between their rat asses...but the thing that really irks me is how the truce has come about.. If no one bothered to notice, their blog was intially aimed at slamming the council.. &lt;em&gt;Correction&lt;/em&gt;.. It was aimed at slamming everyone in the council &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; for Liane and Ks.. The two highly open, dun-mess-with-them, 'D' personalities.. (rawk on, this isnt against u 2 lovely ppl btw :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was Liane who negotiated the truce.. If the blog isn't aimed at them, then why only talk to them? They were trying to say that the rest were'nt doing anything rite? But they blatantly ignored the rest of the councillors who were at their tag-board the other day. wats the matter? deaf now?? Too much tekno?? Or perhaps they really are The Three Blind Mouseketeers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its cos we've never met in real life, and their the only councillors u bother to take notice of. But wait.. thier Boss's PW mates as well.. Geeee wow.. what irony. Wake up people, every single one of us is doing our part. We're student's as well (doh rite?) and we go thru the exact same torture as every1 else. T3m can have their shorter-timetables. whoopeee for them. i mean, so much time's been cut off rite? That way they have more time to shake leg, fly kites, play taiti and set up dumb blogs. u get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like any1 else, i know this senseless bickering has to stop, and im glad it has, for now. As liane says, i hope it'll turn into constructive feedback and not some coup-de-grace against the whole world or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i can't think straight.. It was all the techno at their blog.. I'd rather listen to two homosexual bullfrogs mating in some vast african savanah then listen to that crap.. But if trance-lover thinks its high class.. i could always hook him up with a few... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109953548624505708?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109953548624505708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109953548624505708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109953548624505708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109953548624505708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109937586535389850</id><published>2004-11-02T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T17:00:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw em ALL!</title><content type='html'>I am in no mood to talk about &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sanctimonious, snivelling little rats&lt;/span&gt; (as Joel so deservingly praised them) or &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Balless bastards&lt;/span&gt; (As Liane Put it :P) ...Its so childish.. omg wat a waste of my time.. But someone's gotta screw em.. so why not us! Check out the B!g Linkz :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109937586535389850?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109937586535389850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109937586535389850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109937586535389850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109937586535389850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/screw-em-all.html' title='Screw em ALL!'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109937503449640960</id><published>2004-11-02T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T14:02:53.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are a XSIT--Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Taker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"This makes you a Hellcat.Yowza, you are fiery to be with. You're dynamic and volatile and a living roller coaster. You're also very attractive and immaculately groomed, so your target sex gets drawn in like a moth. You love the attention and never get tired of it. At a party you command attention, but you're a lightweight with alcohol and if you drink too much there can be trouble. Like an XSYT, you tend to over-analyze things, so the slightest comment or action from your significant other can send you into a tailspin. Conflict with you can be either very productive or very dangerous. You are incapable of lying -- you have no guile -- and if your partner can't handle the truth, that's his/her problem, not yours. You are explosive when you're upset, but when the smoke clears you are right back on track with no ill will. This is a highly effective way to resolve issues and keep them from brewing, but this can stun and hurt a partner with a more laid-back approach. You aren't angry later, but s/he might be. Make sure when you've gotten your satisfaction that your partner is satisfied as well! You would never cheat. But combine your hot-blooded style with the fact that your partner is *attracted* to that style, and you've got a recipe for being cheated on. If you pair up with an X_YG (and that's not unlikely) you may get caught in his/her cycle of cheating. Make sure your partner feels appreciated and loved to balance out the fire of your approach to conflict. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better+Relationship&amp;page=1" target="_new"&gt;http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better+Relationship&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit... There are elements of truth in it... hehe :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109937503449640960?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109937503449640960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109937503449640960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109937503449640960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109937503449640960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/could-it-be.html' title='Could it be?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109930266615190036</id><published>2004-11-01T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:53:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>Relief.. the end of year beach bash is actually possible.. Woooot!! Thank god for Hypergal n Jinx hehe! Cant wait for PW to end tomorrow too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My life can be likened to a dark, endless abyss.. i'm stuck at the bottom and i can't get out.. Why do i have to think about her every second of every minute of every day? i know not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109930266615190036?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109930266615190036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109930266615190036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109930266615190036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109930266615190036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/11/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109914819705869338</id><published>2004-10-30T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T22:56:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many..</title><content type='html'>Was at the National Young Leaders Day thingy at Kallang theatre today.. Hah, when the mayor for north east CDC stepped down, Someone1 backstage pulled out a small box for Minister Mah to step on so that he could use the podium... Damn sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were loads of interesting ppl there, but lets talk bout the tea reception with both MPs first.. Amanda (sailing) and i were amongst the first to talk to them.. four other kiddos from secondary schools were also greeted by him but they seriously didn't know wat to say lah rite? :P So i started of by askin bout the Biculturalism thingy (thanks mikey!!) Asked him Why China?! and he basically responded by saying that every1 in India spoke English, and we needed Chinese to penetrate China.. So i asked him why not let people in China concentrate on English instead... He laughed i think lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... i found out that nobody informed me that my 2nd language class was in the morning that day instead of in the afternoon.. and i thot it was the LAST one be4 A's.. pissed..&lt;br /&gt;Then, HyperGal comes telling me that ive been posted to Alhena with ZH.. Don't get me wrong, i have nothing against Alhena or... ZH.. but the fact is i was already posted to Vega.. through a fair and just manner of drawing lots.. I remember the morning i drew lots in the GO, i was like chanting Vega and "pop" out it came.. Fated.. Vega Kumar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that we're doomed.. our council is short of councillors, some OHs only have one OHA but STILL... someone should have at least tried to inform me that a switch was about to happen.. Anyone &lt;em&gt;in charge&lt;/em&gt; of it.. Even if the drawing of lots turned out to be a bloody Democratic Farce up my Arse.. i wouldnt have felt... cheated.. But that was in the morning lah.. can imagine ah not? the entire Hall Laughing away at a motivaional speaker's Jokes and one B!G guy sitting there looking pissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i met my TP councillor frens haha.. we decided to go ask the CEO of sakae sushi for sponsorship.. Not bad lah, i had 3 girls for backup haha He said yes so things should go well.. oh oh! and i met the first S'porean to climb mount everest, and go to the poles.. nice guy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's a little... joke? to cheer me up hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prime minister of India was sitting in a helicopter with the then PM of S'pore.. taking a tour of India's Sunday Night Life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian PM: (in his oh-so-fake indian Accent)  So what do you tihnk? pretty wild isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'porean PM: Hmm.. Wild puts it mildly.. There are people spitting all over the place.. shouting, screaming at the top of their lungs for god knows wat and its just so unhygenic.. I tell you what.. come over to S'pore one day and i'll show you how a great country's people behave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Enough, in a few weeks time, back in a helicopter flying over Singapore on a Sunday Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'porean PM: Now thats a country to be proud of.. look at that, modern skyscrapers, light coming out from that huge Durian split in half etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian PM: But wait, what's that Area over there? uh Hah! S'pore isnt so great after all! look at that, people spitting all over the damn place as well, jaywalking, screaming and just plain loitering around.. what a nuisance! what do u say about that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'pore PM: What? oh That place??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you think we call it Little India..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109914819705869338?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109914819705869338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109914819705869338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109914819705869338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109914819705869338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/too-many.html' title='Too many..'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109905514209344018</id><published>2004-10-29T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T21:05:42.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watching Juon on the council room comp was fun... specially when Shus got freaked out a number of times by no other than me :P, KS, and Mikey haha what a DUMB plot man... such an imperfect movie, what type of person just stands there if he sees a ghost or something.. GO to the Church/Mosque/Temple lah! stupid ppl.. But damn it was fun.. I cant believe im having fun when other students are like slogging away for PW, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week lol something is so WRONG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, guitar practice that evening was a.. reminder.. Nat asked me wth i was still doing in a 'loser CCA'... that hurt... really lol. It reminded me how much crap i had to face... with one damn Crappy yet damn nice classical piece, by Vivaldi, Concerto Grosso.. and i HAD to choose to play Guitar 1.. the main melody with no rests.. bah  Im nuts man.. must practice that piece like mad if i want to play it rite.. on Top of that i have close friends askin me bout the OGL interview.. i can't say anything cos it really isnt up to someone like me rite.. Sure i could have sat in during the final selection as Boss said but NNOooooOOOOOoo i HAD to go volunteer myself for some seminar with that minister Mah Bow Tan tomorrow morning.. great... Best part is i have boh siblings working in PA and i don't know what to ask him tomorrow.. haha loser am i.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh.. and im sorry to everyone who leaves the door after me, specially when im walking outta LT4 lol.. Dunno why leh, i leave my hand to support the door and just as i walk away you ppl, girls summore,  have to suddenly appear behind me.. sigh.. had no intention of doing that haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109905514209344018?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109905514209344018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109905514209344018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109905514209344018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109905514209344018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/fridays.html' title='Fridays...'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109896782929667257</id><published>2004-10-28T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:50:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable.. (is zat spelling rite?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG !! Hahahahahahaha! Man... That was one Evening i won't be able to forget for a Loong time.. Part 2 of the OGL interviews. This time, Jinx, the Honorary General Secretary cum Treasurer cum Administration Manager cum bullshit (remember dat halim? :P) and Ms Y and I had the chance to put potential OGLs to the ultimate test... A test of their Enthusiasm, Responsitivity and their Wit.. It just happened to test how strong our stomach/facial muscles were as well..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really can't say how KS will react once he finds out a certain someone may be in ~Alheeeenaaa! hahahahahaha! I predict he'll go crazy lah.. not that he isnt oredi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really have to say that the whole concept of 'Where would you Hide an Elephant' And 'why did the Chicken cross the road' Qns really are a test of how one would react.. think fast and not stay Stumped for too long... i liked Wee Kiat's answer to the chicken Qn teh best: "The Chicken had a choice.. it could either stay on this side of the road or Cross over to the other side.. in This case, it chose to Cross the road.." Sounds like George Bush is answering the damn Qn hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another said that: "The chicken was hungry, food could have been on the other side" and better yet "The chicken's partner was on the other side of the road" Immediately Jinx Thought of two homosexual Chicken's.. God knows wat that girl is thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh People, the Correct answer is the Chicken crossed the road cos it was playing PTSB!! not becos there was bird flu on this side, or KFC on the other side and definetely not becos it wanted to cross the road (wheres the originality!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i can't believe Jinx cried after i asked the first batch where to hide the elephant with such a stern look on my face haha.. Damnit lah, no need to cover ur face with the paper rite! the tissue was there for a reason u know :P She musta cried cos her stomach hurt *sigh* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Ms Y was damn adamant on the cheering part of the whole interview.. i still cant believe some ppl dun remember ANY orientation Cheer... wth!  Unforgettable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109896782929667257?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109896782929667257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109896782929667257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109896782929667257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109896782929667257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/unforgettable-is-zat-spelling-rite.html' title='Unforgettable.. (is zat spelling rite?)'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109893341735258159</id><published>2004-10-27T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:03:12.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2042 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wat in the world am i doing in School at this hour??? Man talk about a long day... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The OGL interview was fun.. They always are, especially if ur the one conducting the interview hehe.. Lol worst part was the fact that most of the people i had to interview were my frens! How not to laugh like that i ask u! My most memorable ones were Ram.. Typical Lame Josephian Attitude, quite refreshing :p And Ee Kheng.. hahHAhahahahaHA Fei Ting and Natasha should know why lah rite? :) Asked him to do an Alhena Cheer, since he was from Alhena be4.. and he said he forgot.. lol KS would be pissed.. So we asked him to do a Castor one Instead and he didnt know that one either... *sigh* wth.. i had to lead him thru the first few lines, with the echo of Castor's War cry.. It was damn Loud lah, but when it came to the ending part of the cheer, i decided to let him finish it off alone.. BUT you know it ends with a Whoosh rite?? I stopped be4 that and his Whoosh was so.. i want to say pathetic but i wont hehe! :) It was a whisper loh.. Couldn't tahan Nat, Fei and i burst out laughing hahaha.. And &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kai Sheng one more time you rub ur tits at us during the interview im gonna kill you !!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earilier that day i was at Chem Lec, just ended and maths was up next if im not wrong.. Anyway, a whole CG was at our row so we went to the row below it at first lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then ben Ben said: Eh, Where's our Row ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All i did was point and said , "There!"... And the ENTIRE row got up and once... wth :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109893341735258159?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109893341735258159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109893341735258159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109893341735258159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109893341735258159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/2042-hours.html' title='2042 hours'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109878671787140975</id><published>2004-10-26T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:31:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect isnt it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was in the council room todae with Kuok Howe!! my Guitar KAKI!! haha, drop a note if u read this :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;taught him the intro/chorus for Simple Plan's Perfect.. haha told him to go practice barring first lah, gonna be a lot easier after that.. He was quite unhappy at first, couldn't really play it yet.. Then i played Perfect on the comp, traumatised him like hell siah hahaha! fun fun! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109878671787140975?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109878671787140975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109878671787140975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109878671787140975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109878671787140975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/perfect-isnt-it.html' title='Perfect isnt it?'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109878634098935824</id><published>2004-10-26T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:25:40.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason..</title><content type='html'>Yay! finally got my layout proper!! Finally can start laming! woot!  Anyway, remember that song, The Reason?? By Hoobastank.. man... i first heard that song at the 7/11 branch at Mipoint Orchard.. Used to go there every Sunday mornin @10am, had physics tution at that time lah.. Went there with one (of 2) of the ONLY frens i had be4 entering MJ.. Lucien!! haha.. Perfect 10 played that song every week, it was like top of the charts for a verrryy veeerrry long time! i mean...the first 7 weeks were OKAY... But after that ah..Basket! Got SICK of that song!! *sigh* And its Hoobastank's only slow song.. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109878634098935824?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109878634098935824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109878634098935824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109878634098935824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109878634098935824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/reason.html' title='The reason..'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109850987252552089</id><published>2004-10-23T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T14:47:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a cure for my Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah crap... just when i think that im invincible... my throats starts itching..&lt;br /&gt;just Great... schools become the ultimate place for people to meet, talk suffer and now get sick as well.. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109850987252552089?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109850987252552089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109850987252552089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109850987252552089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109850987252552089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/need-cure-for-my-itch.html' title='Need a cure for my Itch'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109845356432675088</id><published>2004-10-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:57:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.. such a valuable thing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After like umpteen years, i finally managed to squeeze sometime out for my CCA (guitar ensemble)! Luv playin the guitar, its just so damn liberating! Anyways, classical guitar aint really my cup of tea lah.. but after that i played a bit out of the song FIGHT by No vacany... u know, the first song Jack Black plays on School of Rock (the movie)? hehe got the attention of some ppl lah thinkin of playing it live @ Talent Time next year... Dunt think im ready for it lah haha.. But it'll be fun if it works out!! only problem is the rythm/lead (havent decided yet) guitarist dont have an electric.. DOH lol Hope it works out tho! having to plan out PTSB (pulau tekong, tuas, sister islands and Bukit Batok :P) is gonna be hell as it is, dunno how im gonna squeeze in time to practice! ;) Time... Reminds me of LPs song, In The End.. lyrics mean the world to me... its too much of a valuable thing to watch it fly by as the pendulum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; swings.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109845356432675088?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109845356432675088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109845356432675088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109845356432675088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109845356432675088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/time-such-valuable-thing.html' title='Time.. such a valuable thing..'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109843234196052602</id><published>2004-10-22T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:45:07.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh* So slow </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, being the HTML illeterate person i am (its true), its gonna be a while be4 i get a hang of this blogging thing.. but ive got da Big Board up lol so feel free to say hi if u can find this place :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109843234196052602?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109843234196052602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109843234196052602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109843234196052602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109843234196052602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/sigh-so-slow.html' title='*Sigh* So slow '/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814954.post-109835257769542452</id><published>2004-10-21T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:56:17.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>Ah yes...&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided to get a Blog of me own, dunno wat took me so long haha! Time to start airing my views my views on PUBLIC muahahaha!! Hope i can inject some humour into our existence in the process lol... wish me Luck :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814954-109835257769542452?l=bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/feeds/109835257769542452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8814954&amp;postID=109835257769542452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109835257769542452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814954/posts/default/109835257769542452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigthingsplayground.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>++B!G ThinG++</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
