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title='BYEBYEBYE.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-6830747814639756678</id><published>2007-07-22T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:08:14.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEERS, TO THE GOOD TIMES.</title><content type='html'>today i went to mass which i failed to pay attention to. i skipped cat class today i couldnt wake up i totally needed a break. well after mass lunch with parents, i came home. slacked a finished 2/3 of the sea essay. which everyone is having difficulty at. well i will finish the rest of it tomorrow. after that i met my sec school homeboys for soccer at bens condo. ben helped me book the court but i had to fake that i was some random guy, which i managed to do quite smoothly. well after that went to eat prata at pratahouse. then twins joe louis vincent and me went back to cat high to get free milk from the vending machine. we did it so many times we dont feel scared or that it is anything wrong. haha. the usual climbing over the wall route and we reached the machines. at first we had trouble with it, as it didnt accept the money. but somehow it worked. once it ate up our one dollar coin and we were pissed. then someone said "if it eats up one more coin we get the stones and we smash it" which is damn funny. then we like pointed at the machine and we threatened it. haha which was quite funny. we enjoyed the free milk together. in the end, we each had like alot of milk to drink, and we were damn filled up, i felt like shitting. well i havent really seen the secondary boys for a while, it was great to see them and have our kind of fun again. it made me think of the wild nights out we had where we did bad/stupid things and got drunk and shit. those were some fucking good times. i really miss the secondary school life, i remember all the things we did and all the stupid trends that we had like playing skateboards in class or breaking brooms or playing with lighters to burn stuff like our worksheets, all the stupid things that happened and all the trouble we got in. man. those were the days. i havent seen my og in a long while either, i miss them too, meeting up next week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-6830747814639756678?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/6830747814639756678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=6830747814639756678' 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since nessa tagged me and i am bored so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules :&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged needs to write in their blog of their own weird things as well and state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. In the end, you'll select 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weird things about abel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can change the television channels 2 times in less than a second at home.&lt;br /&gt;2. I tried to feed a cat a coconut one day and he/she didnt like it.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have to put the clock next to my table 10 mins earlier so that i can cheat myself every morning that i am late, and i will rush so fast that i will be just on time, somehow i fall for it every damn morning.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can sleep anywhere, even on a hard concrete floor and still fall sleep (well so far.)&lt;br /&gt;5. I sing aloud sometimes in front of my computer, and will get scolded by my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;6. Since i was a toddler, i have slept in a car shaped bed from little tykes, till march this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 people to be tagged: anyone who is reading this and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-8262805507872764499?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/8262805507872764499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=8262805507872764499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/8262805507872764499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/8262805507872764499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/07/since-nessa-tagged-me-and-i-am-bored-so.html' title=''/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-9014685637475759643</id><published>2007-07-19T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:29:29.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOWLY BUT SURELY, IT'LL TAKE US ALL AWAY.</title><content type='html'>today school was boring as usual. we had like a damn long break cause history lecture and pe was canceled. i think like 3.5 hours. history was canceled as some teacher pon school and mr yoong had to cover it, and my my he wasnt too happy about it. he was like cursing and swearing to mrs ram in the lecture hall, i saw him saying like motherfucking bitch, and other profanities. and i think she got affected too and they were like cursing together. haha. i think mr yoong is an angry angry man. haha. but hes a real good teacher, but hes damn fierce so no one really offends him and mrs ram. the history teachers are wild. well. pw and gp lecture after that. and its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is really naggy. omg i really cannot stand it. cause i came home with bubble tea, and she went on and on about how unhealthy it is, that bubble tea is all chemicals and all that shit, and it gives people sickness and pimples. then i was like ya okay, i just tank the nagging. but then after a while she stopped. then i went into the kitchen then she started again about the bubble tea. then i couldnt take it so i asked her to stop. i was like "can you please stop talking about the stupid bubble tea you have like repeated yourself like 20 times" then she went mad and started shouting at me, i like said it damn softly and politely. omg she is damn naggy. AHH SOMEONE SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand the logic behind making the bed. why make the bed when you are going to get back in it at night and make it all messy again? and like no one sees it in the time when your not on it except your family so there is no reason for it to look good or something. so why make the bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-9014685637475759643?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/9014685637475759643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=9014685637475759643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the normal boring lessons. and then after that it was a level chinese listening. it was not as hard as i thought it out for me. during the exam i managed to check my answers with zw's, with thanks to my eyesight. and surprisingly, only 2 answers were different from him. but my class people didn't believe me and went YAH YAH YAH -.- its true okay! but as i don't trust myself i changed it. haha i think it was a change for the better. well after that had some stupid h1 chinese compo for common tests. then after that i headed to town. saylay got her pencilbox, and then we all went to have waffles at gelare! went home and mommy nagged as i was late for dinner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A TRANSFORMERS PENCIL BOX THAT CAN TRANSFORM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7721100838412163838?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5881003778537980101</id><published>2007-07-15T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:08:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKTRACK/FASTFORWARD, PAUSE, REPLAY AGAIN AND AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>i have just been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 my girlfriend, i &lt;3 my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would i do without you all. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5881003778537980101?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5881003778537980101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-1164669880584974038</id><published>2007-07-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:30:02.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS THAT FEELING.</title><content type='html'>don't you all remember that last day of o levels, and that period of time after the o's which was carefree and great. i really miss that feeling, that feeling of having nothing to worry about or nothing to do. you wake up late in the morning to realize, that you have nothing to do at all. those were the days. i remember the last day, when they said. alright you may leave, its over. that feeling of exhilaration that rushes through you and you celebrate because its all over. i remember screaming, and throwing my o level table into the air at the crowd. as well as my chair, and kicking and flipping many tables. and after that we went to fire extinguish the whole school. i would never forget that. and after that we all headed to ECP where we had so much booze to drink, we couldnt finish it. and we celebrated for it was over. i really want to have that feeling again, don't we all. i want to have "after olevel holidays" forever. i remember my birthday challet too, which was another memory i will never forget. now that jc is beginning and with the shitty common test grades, it seems like it is really time to get back to work. i really think that i should start studying but i can never seem to find the urgency to do it. i just keep on living for the weekends. the promos will come damn soon, and i am fucking not prepared for it at all. i somewhat regret putting jc, and i think poly would have been maybe a better choice. but i am not in poly right now so i dont exactly fully understand how it is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that feeling, and i think i might have taken it for granted during that period, and i only realized it was over so damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a holiday everday, the slackass challet feeling again, that feeling of no worries again. where i can wake up everyday, and have fun with all my friends every single day. sounds too fucking great to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality sucks fucking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to shop today, didnt really get anything. after that i had some commissioning mass thing. and then i went to watch fireworks which was nice, but it was only 5 mins -.- then i played pool, slacked at macs and left. a pretty well spent day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics of weekends by the perishers, make alot of sense. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have to wake up early to teach class ): and i have fucking EOM to do, and i have to redo it cause i fucking went to plagiarize. and i have gp and history to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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FEELING.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5524277380050527740</id><published>2007-07-14T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:07:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T HESITATE TO HATE.</title><content type='html'>well i haven't blogged in a really long while. been fucking lazy. well. today was the commendation ceremony or something at st andrews cathedral. so there was no lessons. there was some stupid pw thing in the morning, but i totally learnt nothing. my group leader went to skip fucking school and left me to go for the leader talk shit which i fell asleep in. it was like sit in a circle kind of thing and i was the only one in the circle who was asleep. haha. well after that went to the cathedral, the ceremony was fucking boring. ate a suntech city whose aircon is totally screwed and it was damn hot. then we had to like run to the mrt and change train where we ran again, and we made it for our a level chinese oral on time. a level oral went bad. haha. it is quite funny though. at the reading passage part, i didn't know how to read like 50 words, and i came up with my own pronunciation for it and they giggled at me. then it came into conversation, it was about like bullying and violence. i managed to make them laugh thanks to my terrible chinese conversion of "jie jue ta" which is like "settle him" in english. as in like a group of boys want to go settle this boy. haha. well after that went to eat tauhuay. then went home to bathe change and met grace in town. went shopping. and i bought a new pair of jeans and i am very happy with it (: after that went to meet the boys at arab. then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally dont feel like studying anymore. fuck. i damn scared i screw up big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5524277380050527740?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5524277380050527740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5524277380050527740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5524277380050527740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5524277380050527740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-hesitate-to-hate.html' title='DON&apos;T HESITATE TO HATE.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-1255308089804675612</id><published>2007-07-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:25:03.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW ABOUT ENOUGH.</title><content type='html'>the week is like over for me. college day tomorrow half day no lessons. marks have came back. all like shit. but i got a subpass for chinese which i am happy with. joseph got lowest in level for the test HAHA i owned him. well. i feel damn burned out from the week. like i am damn tired. maybe its cause its like getting used to the change from the holiday mood. well today i went to island creamery with grace. at first there were no seats, but mingxuan and weeling were there and we shared a table with them. eddie came also, with justin pang andrew and some other guys. eddie sat with us for a while. we chatted for quite a while. then we all left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to my weekend! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: dinner with the usual SA people. then got gig to mosh after that.&lt;br /&gt;sat: CHMA moshing and twins birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-1255308089804675612?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/1255308089804675612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=1255308089804675612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1255308089804675612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1255308089804675612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-about-enough.html' title='HOW ABOUT ENOUGH.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7811966450388989858</id><published>2007-07-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:25:21.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMERS!</title><content type='html'>went to watch transformers with jy sirhan mc today! we got good seats at the grand cathay. TRANSFORMERS WAS SO GOOD. i swear it owns la. i think that it is the best show this year, but thats my opinion. man it was so exciting. haha. totally worth my seven bucks. man it was great. well after the movie ended i went to meet grace for awhile, and i bought a plain tee from topman. walked around abit and we headed home. we took the wrong bus and had to walk abit to the correct busstop. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7811966450388989858?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7811966450388989858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7811966450388989858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7811966450388989858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7811966450388989858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/07/transformers.html' title='TRANSFORMERS!'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-634272928543621945</id><published>2007-07-02T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:20:52.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MANY FUCKERS AROUND.</title><content type='html'>well today i ate lunch with my parents, then had a failed shopping attempt -.- marv was fuckin late. but marina square didnt have much anyway. well then it was soccer with the boys. but soccer was exceptionally rough, which sucked. went home after that, where mom and dad left the house and i was locked out with no key, waiting for them to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there are a certain few people which are somewhat pissing me off. i feel angsty. ah fuck em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was looking though the videos of the rock for wayne gig. looks pretty wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vacant affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=hDZX6jGbGXo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=NDiIT2UEqME&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;west grand boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=HZoGSzfBu4M&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man those were great times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEED to shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-634272928543621945?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/634272928543621945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=634272928543621945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/634272928543621945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/634272928543621945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-many-fuckers-around.html' title='SO MANY FUCKERS AROUND.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5523949001394344624</id><published>2007-07-01T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:32:12.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tags! after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleen: yes the &lt;3 was back but at least no one made anything of it. haha. bumped into you today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe: haha rock for wayne was the best shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nessa: SHE IS NOT FUNNY. omg you should try one day in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane: now why would you want me to do that! yah uncle ringo is an asshole who overprices things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyd: hahaha maybe cause everyone blocked you! hahaha. common tests are over shiok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cera: haha you and your jay chou, act cool till he kana bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timo: YAH you should have come man. great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat: haha you should be honoured! nat is addicted to shisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5523949001394344624?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5523949001394344624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5523949001394344624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5523949001394344624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5523949001394344624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/07/tags-after-such-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-2499937371628689208</id><published>2007-06-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:53:13.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLUG IN BABY.</title><content type='html'>went shopping today with grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS SO MUCH THAT I WANT OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ben sherman polo that i wanted is quite baggy, so must alter if i buy it. i totally need a new pair of jeans. and i feel bored of polo and tee shirts, maybe i should start wearing long sleeve shirts out. haha but then again, it will be damn hot and i will end up not wearing it. haha. well. maybe i will get more shirts if they are cheap. there is so much that i want i am lazy to type it out, but i have a long list in my phone. haha. after we went shopping, she went for mass, i went to grandmas, dinner till late, then go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more shopping tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2499937371628689208?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/2499937371628689208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=2499937371628689208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2499937371628689208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2499937371628689208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/plug-in-baby.html' title='PLUG IN BABY.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5318774825667648803</id><published>2007-06-30T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:28:06.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMMON CATASTROPHE.</title><content type='html'>the common tests are over! thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well history was okay.&lt;br /&gt;gp, econs, math, are screwed. math sucked shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. after the stupid math paper, which totally sucked. i went to play lan with the usual lan gang, in celebration of joels birthday. had a good time. it was quite ex though. well. after that i went home bathed changed. then took a bus to town where i was supposed to meet jy lyd nat saylay sarina sirhan. the bus ride was shit i tell you. first i had to wait 15 mins for it. then it was damn crowded. then i got a good seat but some asshole like rushed for it, and i had to seat outside. and he was fat, so i had damn small part of the seat. my plans of taking a nap failed. then the bus was filled with twits. shouting and they had annoying voices. then they left. i thought it was over, but no. a group of phillipinos came up, and they were damn loud and annoying. then there were like some wierd looking middle agers, who kept brushing against me when i was sitting at the side of the seat, i was quite disgusted. and the bus driver was damn low la. what a shitty bus ride. well, we checked out zara, and some other shops. had tori-q for dinner, then took a bus to bugis. jy nat sirhan and i, went to arab street, the rest had to go home. we had shisha some supersweet donuts and arabic tea. haha the service there is damn slow. had a good time though it was pretty short. well we all managed to grab the train home, and jy's dad picked her. at bishan i missed my last bus, and i had to waste $$$ on cab. I AM TOTALLY LOW ON THE $$$ AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye common tests!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5318774825667648803?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5318774825667648803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5318774825667648803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5318774825667648803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5318774825667648803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/common-catastrophe.html' title='COMMON CATASTROPHE.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-2273306043521540745</id><published>2007-06-24T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:38:40.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH GONE WILD.</title><content type='html'>went to the cc in the morning was late! but thankfully grace and marv were there to get me a place (: studied till lunch. grace left super early for tution. the rest of the usual guys studied somemore then we left at like 4 for the gig. before i left, went to play daytona with andrew daryl damian at the arcade nearby. then headed home. bathed changed. and its off to the gig. i was late. and that made joe late. and they were waiting for us. the people who met up first were joe marv louis feng ian benedict. eddie and some others came later. we took a long time to figure out where it was -.- well in the end we got there and it was all good. the gig was called rock for wayne, a concert in memory of wayne "thunder" who died, he was the drummer for the suns. well. there were alotta great bands there, like a vacant affair, caracal, west grand boulevard, electrico and a huge combination of local talents called the astro ninja all stars. haha. a vacant affair was fucking good. well the gig was rocking. the moshing was great. hours of it. haha. punched a hell lot of guys, and got punched by hell lot of guys. but i lost my shoes like 3 times in the pit, and once it took me 10mins to find it in the wildness. well there were even girls in the pit roughing it out, wild style. with great loud music, and wild people going mad in the pits, a great time. sometimes you are so fucking tired, and you are standing to take a breather, you get pushed in and you are forced to go wild again. but sometimes you can stand and suddenly do the same to some guys. quite funny. there was some friendlyfire exchanged between our group too. haha. we all also got a shot to bodysurf. which is a great feeling when you are up there carried up by everyone and the music is just playing. its a great feeling, damn hard to describe, its like totally nothing on your mind, no worries at all. and gravity is not an issue. haha we all felt like there was no exams at all we forgot all about it. for the last song, they played thunderstruck by acdc which was fucking great. after the thing, everyone was fucking tired and aching. for some of us, our knuckles hurt. some guys got scratched. haha. we got a drink and caught the last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy hit my right shoulder damn hard and its aching -.- and my leg wound totally got fucked by the concert even worse. haha. at first it was fucking pain. but it got like hit and whacked like so many fucking times till there was no more pain. haha. my upper body is damn fucking tired from hitting so many people. and aching from getting hit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like there were no more exams, no more worries, but the fucking fact is, there are exams on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a had a fucking great time, totally enjoyed myself. a great memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2273306043521540745?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/2273306043521540745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=2273306043521540745' 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type='html'>today i happily woke up late. then took a bus with ben to j8 where we met damian daryl jason at kimsanleng. then we made our way to the st wilfreds soccer field. when we reached, we fucking realized that the con4 guy had booked the tiny field, not the big one. and someone else was using it. its like 50% fault of the con4 guy and the bishan sports complex fuckers. the complex fuckers we dumb enough to key in the wrong thing, and the con4 guy was too dumb to check the fucking receipt or suspect the cheaper prices. well after much negotiations, we manged to get 2 small fields. one for free as compensation. we played 5v5 and 6v6 on each of the courts. in the end. we won 10-5. well in the match, some fucker tripped me (i always get tripped by some guys) and i landed on my knee and my whole fucking leg wound bled open again. fucking sucks. well i just pasted some tissue over it and wanted to go back in the game and make that guy pay. but the matches we stopped cause ambrose fought. he beat up this guy. then after that refused the apology, insulted him and then spat on him. and that guy took the whole thing doing nothing. like we were all shocked. i mean ambrose is rather intimidating, with his dragon tattoo. haha. but i mean he like bend his head and say sorry, and after he refused he still left his hand there, and got spat on and just wiped it away. man. its like you lost all your dignity. ah well. actually the guy quite poor thing, like got that shit in front of everyone. well i guess he messed with the wrong guy. haha i think if he punched ambrose, he would get beat by ambrose and the rest of our team which would suck more. well after that went to meet the secondary boys for dinner and some lan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-195520947246306117?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7032242594262807415</id><published>2007-06-21T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:14:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNCLE RINGO = UNCLE RIPOFF</title><content type='html'>the same fucking mundane cc thing again. but there was something interesting that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, the fucking  rotten middle agers striked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marv teckyang shao feng and me were at the toliet at the cc. fengheng went mad and pushed marv into the women's toliet. and he tripped and hit the side of a cubical near the door hard. then we were walking away. then this rotten middle aged woman, about 40plus old, who was in the toliet. came out and like scolded us damn rudely, like you bloody hell or something and it was in a very kaopeh tone. like fucking kaopeh with a fucking kaopeh face. at first she like said it fast then walk away. then i caught abit and i asked what did you say? then she shouted it at us. i mean we didnt know and if she told us in a nice way we would have said sorry. so she walked back, and we argued with shouting and stuff. then she walked away like scolding us and then marv took a low blow and shouted CHEEBAI, and he went to pee -.- so she came back pissed, and thought it was ty and scolded him, and ty scolded back cause he knew it wasnt him. haha then marv came out, and then more arugements and shit. she was fucking rude and she was a hag. there were like stupid mocking comments like "go exercise" and "old lady" haha. well after that we sat outside the study room there, and she came back with a damn fat guy, who was a counter guy. then she bitched again. then the guy was like cool down, and we also said cool down to her. haha. it was like "dont tell me to cool down" "cool down" "i dont need to cool down" "relax" it was damn funny the fatguy also wanted to laugh. then in the end she walked away annoyed and so were we. she was a real bitch, i mean she was fucking rude about it, and her tone and face makes you wanna slap her i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after studying a bunch of us went to the UNCLE RINGO EURO THEME PARK @ bishan. where there were some pretty cool rides. but there is a sad story behind that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a long tiring mundane day of work, 6 tired boys, attracted by the flashing lights and the high rides, walked to the uncle ringo theme park, to check things out. however, when they entered and saw the signboard, their hopes were dashed thrown to the ground and spat on, as the prices were ungodly preposterous. 10 dollars for a ride, was something none of us expected. those were prices from beyond. however, they still walked around the park, to see the rides which looked great. we cursed, why were we not rich guys. we were in a terrible plight, 6 boys in a theme park, with no money. we even tried to get free rides, by standing damn near the rides, and reading the instructions for way too long. there was an Eurasian guy who was mending one of the rides, but he closed the cold hard steel gates to mock us, brutally crushing our hopes of a getting a free ride. his heart, was as cold and hard, as the steel gates. we cursed and sweared at the Eurasian within our group, as well as uncle ringo. then we walked out, with an emptyness within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay that was a rather dramatic version of the story, which joseph thought could make a sad story. well uncle ringo is a fucking ripoff. like 10 bucks for one ride which was madness. haha we even tried to look for tokens on the floor. hahaha. the rides looked damn fun i tell you. they thought the prices were inelastic, but they were totally wrong about that. haha. well joe called the eurasian guy a german nazi who was from the SS, and that he survived the WW2 and hard a cold heart, hahahaha. funny shit. well UNCLE RINGO SUCKS the youth hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after that i went to twins place with louis to get the field boots for tomorrows match. church con5 against con4. we chatted for quite a while and lost track of time. well after that we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace will be back tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7032242594262807415?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7032242594262807415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7032242594262807415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7032242594262807415'/><link 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/&gt;dont think i never reply, then you all no need to tag already lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2540572388988030533?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/2540572388988030533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=2540572388988030533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2540572388988030533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2540572388988030533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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AHH. well after that we ate tangyuan at the chinatown foodstreet which is the best i tell you. then we walked around chinatown with all the funny shops. then we took a bus to novena where i got off, and she had to go mass with her family at toapayoh. then i took a bus to holyspirt for evening mass all alone! i think when you are alone you can pay full attention. then i went home to change and it was soccer with the boys at good old bishan court. then supper then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 07A07 class outing was cancled cause everyone suddenly pangseh -.- well in the end timo lyd jy and me decided to go to ECP and sirhan would join us late. we took a long train ride there, and for a moment we were lost at bedok but in the end we managed to find a way there with thanks to my wonderful sense of direction. we got there and ate at macs, the upsized drink there is huge. well i managed to finish my whole fillet-o-fish upsize meal. and i was very full. but jy and lyd the anorexic people once again could not eat finish their food (no surprise, and it was only chicken nugget student meal -.-) and they forced me to eat like 4 nuggets which totally max-ed out my stomach -.- then we walked around and settled down at one of the breakwaters where we slacked for very long! lyd and jy went to pick seashells and then they disappeared and then they went toilet or something, and then it started to rain. then we went to meet sirhan who was also disappointed that it rained. we got caught in the rain after that and we just gave up hope and let ourselves be drenched. we walked to the bowling alley where we dried ourselves at the toliets, and then we slacked at the arcade for really long. me and sirhan tried to play DDR the new one which was really funny, the first game we died like damn fast -.- the second time we lasted longer but still lost -.- waste money -.- after the rain stopped we slowly headed to the very nice east coast food court, by the time it was dinner time already. we all had nice food to eat! then we headed to another place where we slacked for quite a while, then we slowly took a VERY LONG walk to the bus stop. which was like damn far. haha. then we took a bus to the paya lebar mrt, and we catched the train home. had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up LATE, but thanks to teckyang he managed to get me cell at the cc. i reached at about 1015. studied till lunch, where we ate a kimsanleng. then we had a really long break before it was back to work. today was not a very productive day, my mind was just refusing to learn. we slacked alot with many breaks inbetween. at 6plus we decided to go fenghengs place, to play the guitar. fengheng never fails to impress us. haha. then we left, and came back to the cc and packed up, where the plan was to play lan. haha joe decided he wanted to study, but the me louis jason shao decided to go lan. damian came from home to meet us at the foodcourt where we were eating dinner before lan. then we took a bus down to downtime near church. ben met us there. played battlefield, had fun. then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very unproductive day, i hope tomorrow will be the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;common tests SUCK, on the last day people better want to play hard with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-918796470191610325?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/918796470191610325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=918796470191610325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/918796470191610325'/><link 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and i am realyl regretting that i didnt go. the moshing sounded great, and they even played to awake and avenge the dead. fuck i should have gone. well tonight was fathers day dinner with my family though my dad wasnt there cause something cropped up overseas. we ate at some seafood restaurant. food was not bad. well i am damn tired of the books. and tomorrow i am supposed to teach class at like 945 at church again and go for mass, but i am contemplating on not going. i really need to wake up late ive been waking up early so many days in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going out tmr and i am hoping for night soccer with the boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-9060382412654808145?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/9060382412654808145/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-2211961655922533773</id><published>2007-06-16T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:58:39.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER LINE IN A BOOK.</title><content type='html'>woke up early to go to the cc again with grace and the boys. did more of sea hist. which is really sucky. well after a long day of studying i went to meet jy lyd and her friend at island creamery. thanks to jiayi i manged to fill up those history notes which were blank! okay she filled it up for me cause she wanted to practice her handwriting for exams. haha. well jy left early to meet her mom and we talked for abit more and then we left. after that i went to meet damian and ben for battlefield at westunited near church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG MY MOM IS DAMN BLOODY NAGGY I CANT STAND IT. SHE IS QUESTIONING ME ABOUT WHY I HAVE SOME PIMPLES ON MY FACE. SHE IS LIKE WHY ARE THERE TWO PIMPLES ON MY FACE? THEY ARE NOT THERE YESTERDAY. AND SHE SHOUTS IT AT ME, LIKE WTF DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CAN ANSWER IT??! JESUS SAVE ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2211961655922533773?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/2211961655922533773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=2211961655922533773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2211961655922533773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2211961655922533773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-another-line-in-book.html' title='JUST ANOTHER LINE IN A BOOK.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-401730917792260844</id><published>2007-06-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:48:57.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(!@)*#)(!@*%*)(#%)*&amp; and (:</title><content type='html'>i woke up today damn early to head down to bishan cc to study with the boys. i finished most of burma for SEA hist, or at least i think i did. then i headed down to ps to meet my og7. i have not seen all of them in quite a long while! and i think it was nice to see of all them again. at first they wanted to eat suki sushi, which i ate sushi like two days ago -.- so i objected, and LL and carin objected too! haha i think if only i objected i will end up there -.- well. in the end we ate at fish and co. the food was good. then we headed to the tiny island creamery at centrepoint and i had a scoop of reverso. after that i headed back to the cc to finish up more work, but i somehow couldnt really concentrate. my mind couldnt absorb anymore. i totally wasted SO much time. i mean like so long just to finish one fucking chapter of burma? oh god. if i dont get down with my history, i am really screwed. i seriously got this feeling i am gonna fuck my common tests up SO BAD. had dinner at kim san leng, and the duck rice fucking sucked. i was supposed to go back myself to study but i couldnt absorb i got so fed up i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really fucking hope that i can finish my common test shit.&lt;br /&gt;my confidence level for this common test is zero.&lt;br /&gt;i need some booze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-401730917792260844?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/401730917792260844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=401730917792260844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/401730917792260844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/401730917792260844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='(!@)*#)(!@*%*)(#%)*&amp; and (:'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5031698583838351218</id><published>2007-06-14T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:55:38.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELL ME.</title><content type='html'>tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with grace. we walked around town. i bought my lacoste shoes (: at first we went to wisma, where the lady said no size and i asked her to help me check taka. she called say dont have. i didnt trust her so i went to taka and they had -.- we had sakae buffet! haha. ate alot. then we walked around somemore. then we went to macritchie to enjoy the scenery. enjoyed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 16 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out. lyd was damn late. nat was early. me and timo were on time. we stoned at cine foodcourt, waiting for lyd to come. jy soon came after. we talked, then walked to ps to get tickets to fantastic 4. then lyd jy nat had gelare waffles while me and timo didnt. bought drinks from carrefour. then nat had to go for her dad's company thing. we went into the cinema. sarina was very LATE. she missed like 3/4 of it -.- while waiting for sirhan, we stoned at the "blue place" and chatted. after that sirhan joined us for dinner, we ate at pizza hut. lyd timo left first. then we walked to orchard to walk off the dinner. had fun! the movie was good. then i went to meet the boys at arab to chill, then cabbed home. I AM LOW ON THE $$$. i lost my atm card and my mom is being a bitch she is shouting about omg i cant fucking stand it. SAVE ME SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to worry about the studies. cc tomorrow and og outing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5031698583838351218?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5031698583838351218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5031698583838351218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5031698583838351218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5031698583838351218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/tell-me.html' title='TELL ME.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7434262503682096592</id><published>2007-06-11T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:26:46.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO MUCH IN THE HEAD.</title><content type='html'>woke up, got boots from kianhow which turned out to be too small and i didn't use it at all -.- met grace at bishan market where we had lunch. then we met the rest at serangoon mrt and headed for st wilfreds for the soccer match. my church friends team against cj's memberz (however you spell it). there were at first intentions of geting rough, but it turned out to be a pretty alright match. score was 2-2. at the start. our team was damn rocky -.- we were uncoordinated and shit, and there we 2 goals in ten minutes. one own goal and one blunder. well we picked up, and no more goals after that. we scored two more after that. once they offsided and scored. but it was clearly an offside. well not too bad a match. after that had subway with the team and supporters, headed home after that. came out for lan again then headed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7434262503682096592?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7434262503682096592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7434262503682096592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7434262503682096592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7434262503682096592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/too-much-in-head.html' title='TOO MUCH IN THE HEAD.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5525667029580056957</id><published>2007-06-10T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:20:04.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHISPERS HELLO I MISS YOU QUITE TERRIBLY.</title><content type='html'>haha heard the song on the radio with lyrics which are on my title. haha thanks to lydia who identified the song for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met grace and we went out till dinner time. we popped by island creamery, where the lady gave us extra ice cream. the service there is great. after that went to meet the old chs boys who are in cj. ate at the better prata place behind prata house (which sucks), where only the locals know where it is. the prata was damn good la. haha. well we chatted for very long. till the kopitiam closed, then we moved to the park at thomson. where kianhow learned to swing. haha. i enjyoed my entire day, and enjoyed the chilling with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early for the RCIC (the church class that i teach) orientation, where the new kids came in. SO MANY DIDNT TURN UP -.- well of the new ones there were some cute kids, and of course some annoying ones. well. i think i will miss the old RCIC class that i thought, with kids like donovan edwin timothy eleanor briggitt trevor. haha i used to somewhat look forward to class to get to see those kids who were unique in their ways. haha. well i will miss the old class! i hope the new class is good too. well after that was mass, and then i went to grandmas place. my aunt came back from jap and brought back lotsa stuff. then after that it was soccer with the boys. however, there was no mood for soccer at all. it was quite sucky, and we all left, brought food and chilled at the semi circle. then we broke into cat high. and i finally got to play with the fire hose, which was not as fantastic as in my imaginations. i imagined an overpowering pressure which could like really uproot plants and stuff, but it was like i big garden hose. and we took like 1 min to get it on, if there was really a fire we would all have been fucked into a crisp. well, we like pissed all over the track, which would make it smelly, which was quite funny. then we screwed up the fitness corner. then we moshed abit, then we headed home. had fun. tomorrow got field match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5525667029580056957?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5525667029580056957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5525667029580056957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5525667029580056957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5525667029580056957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/whispers-hello-i-miss-you-quite.html' title='WHISPERS HELLO I MISS YOU QUITE TERRIBLY.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5130167979202142166</id><published>2007-06-08T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:58:15.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S A FRIEGHT TRAIN COMING.</title><content type='html'>woke up early early to study at the cc with jiayi lydia and teckyang at the cc. got good seats. accomplished most of what i planned to accomplish. with lunch and breaks in between, we studied till about 6. ty left abit earlier. then we 3 headed to town, where we shopped around abit till we met timo who just came back from lapis or something and it brightened up someones day. HAHA. ah shopping next week is a must. we had dinner at pasta mania, which is really expensive. jy and lydia both bought a pasta and their sets. they didnt finish the soup (like only 4 mouths?), didnt finish the garlic bread, and only ate half of their servings each. haha. and they still say think about the hungry kids and tried to make timo and i eat it. after that went to meet grace at starbucks for a while at united square. and then we headed back. quite a well spent day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5130167979202142166?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5130167979202142166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5130167979202142166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5130167979202142166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5130167979202142166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-frieght-train-coming.html' title='THERE&apos;S A FRIEGHT TRAIN COMING.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-3248097281961102025</id><published>2007-06-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:52:18.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THROUGH THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES.</title><content type='html'>yesterday slacked the entire day at home away. its like 5 hours all gone -.- i mean its a good yet a bad stupid feeling. haha. well then after that it was lan with the seondary boys and damian. had fun. we all shouted alot. then a few of us headed to arab street to slack. then headed home. a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today joe ty shao me were supposed to go to the cc. but we all woke up late and shit. and in the end no one went. so much for studying. i slacked the entire day away AGAIN. till it was 6plus and i went to play soccer. the fucking daddys club booked court again. and chased us out. I HATE THE DADDY'S CLUB. old timers. well in the end we bought food slacked at the semi circle for damn long and headed back. so much for studying and soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am studying tmr i hope it doesnt fuck up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-3248097281961102025?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/3248097281961102025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=3248097281961102025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/3248097281961102025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/3248097281961102025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/through-fire-and-flames.html' title='THROUGH THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-9026124574041773938</id><published>2007-06-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:33:09.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEAN THOUGHTS AND CHEAP SHOTS.</title><content type='html'>woke up early to head to the cc to study with grace. the cc is the best place to study at. did math. and the graphing techniques SUCK. i dont understand shit and i barely know anything about functions. i am starting to worry. well not too bad i managed to refresh my memory on the other topics. after that had soccer with the boys. at one point there was a dilemma. an empty court. 12 boys. but no ball. which was soon solved when louis came to the rescue. but then a new problem came up. the fucking daddys club booked the court. and chased us out. middle agers and old timers SUCK. well in the end we bought drinks. played at the semi circle at the hdb blocks. then headed home. work and play. good balance. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-9026124574041773938?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/9026124574041773938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=9026124574041773938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/9026124574041773938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/9026124574041773938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/mean-thoughts-and-cheap-shots.html' title='MEAN THOUGHTS AND CHEAP SHOTS.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-4701510463988780984</id><published>2007-06-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:45:00.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE ARE WE RUNNING?</title><content type='html'>today i intended to study. but it totally fell apart. i tried to ask joe to go cc study. but he said lets go vince's place to swim and slack. so naturally i would kick away studies. i tried reading graphing techniques for math, but i fucking dont understand shit. WHO CAN HELP ME??? i dont know shit about functions or graphing techniques. how the hell am i going to pass. well at vinces place we swam at his very very nice pool. then we went to the steam room. then we slacked at the gym then we left for soccer. soccer was pretty sucky at first. but after a long while we got into the mood and started winning. after soccer headed home. i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get into the study mood. i fucking dont wanna retain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-4701510463988780984?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/4701510463988780984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=4701510463988780984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4701510463988780984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4701510463988780984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-are-we-running.html' title='WHERE ARE WE RUNNING?'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-8079608828678263249</id><published>2007-06-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:50:26.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO BALDING MIDDLE AGERS, OLD GEEZERS, AND HAIRY ANG MOR MEN GO FOR SUCH PHILLIPINO WOMEN?</title><content type='html'>an answer no one on this earth has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after mass, i went to eat at lavender hawker centre, and we saw to our great misfortune, two balding middle agers, with two not very pleasant-to-the-eye looking phillipino women (my mom and i were very disgusted). one of them was really fat, and dressed damn skimpy (oh, the horror.) and their hands were all over them, while eating chicken rice. its amazing how they can still have an appetite. half of my appetite fell right out when i saw it, and i had to switch places so my back was facing them, where i slowly recuperated it back. my mom also switched places, as she couldnt take it too. haha. well. then after i played lan. as i was walking home, i saw this old guy with his fingers on like his maids ass. and if you walk around a little place called lucky plaza. you'll see many ang mors, holding on to the waists of phillipino women. i am sure there are many better looking ang mor women to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do not understand, why these men are attracted to these women. they are totally not good looking nor rich. and i very very highly doubt that it is true love or something. the work of the devil? no one knows. this should be on the x files i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am not talking about phillipino women in general, its just this small group of them. i dont have anything against them or something but i am just wondering. BLOGGER PLEASE DONT ARREST ME I AM A NICE GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today something very funny happened at lan. before we left, we saw like 20 warcraft battle chests (a game which costs like 80 bucks) lined nicely behind us. and we touched the boxes. and they felt so good. they felt like the cds were in there. so andrew, went to take one. we paid for our lan. and crossed the road and went into 7-11 to open the box. like the scotch tape and all that was there, and it was extremely promising. but when we opened it, all that was inside was like the fucking handbooks and manuals but no cds. hahaha it was fucking funny i swear. we just laughed out loud at 7-11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-8079608828678263249?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/8079608828678263249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=8079608828678263249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/8079608828678263249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/8079608828678263249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-do-balding-middle-agers-old-geezers.html' title='WHY DO BALDING MIDDLE AGERS, OLD GEEZERS, AND HAIRY ANG MOR MEN GO FOR SUCH PHILLIPINO WOMEN?'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-6033390715933210916</id><published>2007-06-02T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:40:16.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG LOOK, AT A SHORT LIVED DREAM.</title><content type='html'>i am earing ben and jerry's chocolate fudge brownie ice cream all by myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. today i woke up at 130 which was a really great feeling. met damian to go shopping. we walked around and stuff and we each got a shirt. we walked into a shop alot of mr men shirts! and it was going for 2 for 20% off. i really wanted mr happy or mr messy. for mr happy, the cut was HUGE it was fucking baggy. mr messy, was only in medium, and i needed a small. mr funny had a wierd cut too. well, in the end i got mr cool. though i am not totally satisfied with it. i think about mr messy and it looked so much better. ah well. i now am targeting a pair of lacoste shoes which is going for 90bucks with a 15% off discount. better get it quick. and a pair of jeans. as well as the unforgettable fred perry polo which i want. well i was supposed to go home, but i bumped into vince and joe at the mrt, and followed them for shopping for a while. then i met my parents for dinner. after dinner went back to meet damian to play lan, before we met the rest of the church gang at liquid kitchen for a drink. had drinks, chatted, played some cards. then we all headed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-6033390715933210916?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/6033390715933210916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=6033390715933210916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/6033390715933210916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/6033390715933210916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-look-at-short-lived-dream.html' title='A LONG LOOK, AT A SHORT LIVED DREAM.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-1156675262509165462</id><published>2007-05-31T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:12:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LITHIUM.</title><content type='html'>yesterday. watched blades of glory, which was a really funny show. though there were alot of gay parts which was funny, and some disgusting parts. haha. and the blackcurrant drink does not suck! well after that played pool, which costed quite alot! we went to have dinner after that at macs. seaweed shaker fries are great. we chatted for quite a while then we walked around town. saw kaijie at the adiddas soccer challenge. the two left first, and after that we walked around a little bit more then we all headed home! had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. vesak day. woke up late, then went to eat lunch at vivo, at carnivore, some brazillian meat buffet which was really great. with my parents that is. and my aunt. after that i managed to lure my dad into gap and tricked him into buying the sweater for me. and now i own a new sweater. haha. after that walked around for quite a long time. then headed to meet a bunch of the usual sa boys to play lan. played for quite long, and it costed us 10 bucks. well we had dinner at al-amins prata place, where the food is nice. we chatted and talked and stuff. then we headed home. enjoyed the lan, and enjoyed the chat. had a good time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like i have been thoroughly enjoying my holidays so far! however, the though of studying is always lurking at the back of my mind i know i must do it soon. before its too late, and i really REALLY dont wanna fucking retain. well next week i shall start. i hope. thinking about it makes me wanna shit and throw it at my books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-1156675262509165462?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/1156675262509165462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=1156675262509165462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1156675262509165462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1156675262509165462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/lithium.html' title='LITHIUM.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5683270606433555371</id><published>2007-05-29T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:51:17.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO HO HO I AM A PIRATE.</title><content type='html'>math lecture in the morning. which i was damn late for. at first i thought i was gonna be in all by myself, till i saw joe get on the same bus as me to school. haha. we were fucking 45 mins late. haha. in the end we sneaked in by the back, and we told the teacher that the pie was jammed, which was precilla's excuse but we stole it. well didnt really learn much. after school went to watch pirates of the carribiean with grace. it was long. the show was rather confusing, and at some parts we were lost. haha. well there are very good looking people in the show, as well as very ugly ones. well. keira knightley is fucking hot. i think her hair is damn fucking nice. but her skin always looks like flawless, even after she has been through a war and killed like 20 guys -.- orlando bloom and johnny depp looked good too. but i think she looked the best. haha. well walked around abit after that, then we headed home for dinner. had fun. the was pretty good, though it was confusing, i think it is nothing compared to spiderman 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5683270606433555371?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5683270606433555371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5683270606433555371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5683270606433555371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5683270606433555371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/yo-ho-ho-i-am-pirate.html' title='YO HO HO I AM A PIRATE.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-6300799847187890027</id><published>2007-05-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:40:35.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE.</title><content type='html'>went to the zoo today! with og7 and grace. havent been there in a while so it was fun. i mean i havent been there since primary something! well the stuff there is extremely overpriced. so if you are going there, bring your own water and stuff. like we did. a bottle of coke there is like 3 fucking bucks. which is too much. well we saw alot of different animals, which is what people normally do at the zoo. haha. well i think the most funny thing was the baboons. first, we saw some baboons who had errections, which was damn funny. then after that, we saw a rape happen. first there was this huge baboon, and a medium female baboon. he started to chase her, and in the end he pounced on her, then he like bit her or something, she was screaming. then he put himself on top of her, and forced himself in. the girl was like screaming like hell, which sucked. haha. i think timo was turned on, HAHA. well we saw like giraffes, tigers and stuff. we spent the whole day there. before we left, sucheng and colleen bought ice cream from ben and jerrys which was so expensive. well after that we bused to amk, had dinner, then we left. i went to meet the secondary boys for soccer. was quite slacky soccer on my part. there were alotta people who were there, cj people and ian. played finish then had supper then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow, math. but holidays rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-6300799847187890027?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/6300799847187890027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=6300799847187890027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/6300799847187890027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/6300799847187890027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-to-jungle.html' title='WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-4367999094293958599</id><published>2007-05-27T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:57:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH.</title><content type='html'>went to defcon3! with joe marv vince yu louis. had fun. however the moshing was short lived. however, we were fucking lucky. haha. the start. this chick with red streaks in her hair offered us 4 free tickets. she had a rocking hairdo, looked good. we took it (duh). so we went in. first band was november iris, i thought that they were really good. only joe and i went to mosh. it was fun. anyhow whack and swing elbows to great music. however. the bouncer fucking popped the party. at first he kept pulling my arm to get me out. i thought he was a mosher. so i like moshed him with my elbows. he got pissed i think. and he pulled me and this malay dude by our shirts and we fell to the floor. he is fucking strong shit. he fucking tore my shirt. fucker. well. watched finish a few more bands, including a hip hop guy. which sucked and got jeered. after that i left to meet grace, after i bought myself a new shirt. lucky i was wearing a plain black one which was not so ex. shopped and stuff. i wanted to buy a mr happy shirt, which was SO BAGGY. i was so sad. well i had fun. sent her home and played with her dog max. headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-4367999094293958599?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/4367999094293958599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=4367999094293958599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4367999094293958599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4367999094293958599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/youth.html' title='YOUTH.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5603705953801611632</id><published>2007-05-26T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:43:26.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOST.</title><content type='html'>the holidays are here. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. after school went to play lan, was fun. and something very funny and but disgusting happened at lan. something to do with big gays. its an inside joke. well timothy was quite excited. after that i headed home, bathed changed. was supposed to meet some of them for the soccer match, but i would not be able to reach in time -.- so i went to vivo, then took a bus down to sarina's place. the occasion was jiayi's surprise birthday party. haha however, some things screwed up. there were only suppose to be 6 of us to bluff her that we were "playing mahjong". but an extra two suddenly turned up in the bus which was quite suspicious. haha. lydia was annoyed i think. well we bluffed jy to go downstairs while we rushed to move to food. and once, they came up too early and we were like gonna be caught red handed and it was quite funny how we rushed to hide it all back in the kitchen. well eventually we managed to bring it all down. and the people who were supposed to come were ready downstairs. and then we faked that sarina's parents were coming home so we had to go down. then we brought jy down to see her surprise. the cake was cut quite ugly. hahaha. then the bbq started had food and stuff. chatted joked talked cock. alotta people left early. well before we left some of us whipped creamed jiayi who was hiding under the table to run away. then we pushed her into the pool. cleaned up then left. shared cab back with jy and lydia to queenstown (it is quite ulu i must say) where i took a bus home. managed to catch the last buses of 3 buses which i needed to get home. had fun and thats the end of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think the whole surprise thing mainly happened cause of Lydia's efforts and planning. she seemed quited stressed about it. i think she deserves the biggest thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an early happy birthday to jiayi! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i am off to go off to defcon3 with the secondary bros for some moshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5603705953801611632?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5603705953801611632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5603705953801611632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5603705953801611632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5603705953801611632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/boost.html' title='BOOST.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5933546536031260899</id><published>2007-05-23T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:09:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT LETDOWN.</title><content type='html'>the soccer competition didnt go well at all. my team was timo kaijie zhilun and his friend issac. at first we all thought it would be a just for fun thing, but it turned out to be damn rough. i mean almost all the teams were damn rough. we met some jc2 odac team, who was really rough. like it was one of the roughest soccer games i have played. they would kick leg, hook leg, push you down, hold you back with hands, and other fucked up stuff. well there was this guy, we shall call him whitepants. whitepants was a rough bag of shit. he kept doing fucked up tackles to timo and my team. then he did one to me and he hit my wound. i was damn fucking pissed off with him. so when the chance game i went for the ball, and at the same time, i like charged at him and shouldered him into the wall real hard. well i think it was painful for him, and like people went ouch and stuff. so he got pissed, and took out on zhilun, i dont know why not me. he ran to him and like jumped on him to push him down. really fucked up. even super calm zhilun got pissed and pushed him back, and timo ran in to push him too. well it settled. for the rest of the game, my whole team was pissed. we totally didnt concentrate. and we lost. we were too busy with anger. after that we won the next match against farris's team. then after that was the final match. we lost 5 -2 which sucked. i am not sure how we conceded so many goals. but the last goal was a fucked up blunder by me, i like anyhow kick and went like in the inner edge of the semicircle, and it rolled out and the striker rammed it in. i didn't know what i was thinking. but i totally lost every ounce of concentration when we started to lose. after 3 -2. it was all downhill. oh and once i think the guy pushed me not on purpose and i fell and i screamed out motherfucker cheebai or something and i feel bad about it. plus after the game i was so disappointed that even though he said sorry to me, i didnt say sorry back and didnt give a sincere handshake. i would like to apologize to the guy if i could remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think the rough soccer part sucked. i think the j2s are just rough maybe cause they think they are j2s or something, fuck that. i think whitepants wants to beat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am feeling very disappointed about the whole thing. its really a waste i think we could have won. sorry to the team about screwing up. feels like shit to lose. although we didnt even put in any hard work, it still feels fucked up to lose. well thanks to all the people who came down to watch the match. and grace for waiting for me for so long till i was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i did have fun playing it. haha had a great team. i think we just need a lil bit more chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5933546536031260899?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5933546536031260899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5933546536031260899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. went to mass then ate a great lunch at conrad hotel. raw seafood is the sex. oysters and lobsters own. i had like 12 oysters and 3 lobsters. haha. well the food was fresh and great. after that we headed back home, and after a while dad took a cab to the airport. where he left for his business trip. i did gpp, and then i headed to play soccer with my secondary school homeboys. the soccer was good. had supper and headed home. looking forward to more "wild nights out" with my bros in the june holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. skipped chinese, gp was funny. in gp, kaijie in his presentation ended it off with this really funny picture of my gp teacher, really, it was damn funny i swear. after that was a pointless math lecture, then sea and the day ended. econs tut was cancled and so was pe. i went to watch the rugby match, SA vs ACJC. the match was not too bad. in the end sa won but i am not really very sure how it is but what the heck. saw jane and nessa who i havent seen in a while, and nessa and jane were siding both sides. haha i shouted sa in nessa's ear and it was quite funny. after that i went to have icecream then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally looking forward to the june holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping that there will be chalets to attend, but i got a feeling although everyone can but no one wants to book it -.- oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7966486921968141562?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7966486921968141562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7966486921968141562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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"hockey match" . well a group of us played soccer after school at the street court. after that 5 of us had to cab. and we tried the 5 man cab method. it was successful! unlike the last time. haha. well this time i was the one crouching down. by the time he saw me, he hit the meter, and it sealed the deal. haha. we headed to play lan, at irc there. then after that was the soccer match. sa lost to mj. it was quite an okay match. man sa keeps losing, and that sucks. rj beat vj in the earlier match. rj keeps winning everything. it is rather elitist. like they already own in studies. but they have this thing called dsa where they get the best from singapore's youth to play for them. so they own in sports. oh well fuck them. after that i rushed down to the burberry sale with grace. which sucked cause there was nothing left, boo hoo. it was 60% which is madness. well after that i headed home and bathed changed to meet grace and headed off for damians birthday. it was at daybed. it was really comfortable and i had a good time. it is fucking expensive however. like we only had a bottle of black vodka and it costed a whopping 220 bucks. well we played fun drinking games, chatted and had fun. after that they all headed home. well from my last experience i cant go home with the stench of alcohol, so i didnt go home. me and grace stayed out till the first bus then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my good pal damian (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 2plus on saturday. had lunch at home which dad brought back. then i headed to vivo to meet marvyn, where we shopped. we both bought a pair of jeans each from topshop. the kate moss collection is in, but a pity she didn't design anything for the men. after that we both bought fcuk shirts. well i spotted a jacket at gap which i wanted, but i spent too much money so i didnt buy it. and it was like 70 bucks and i thought it was too much. well i hope i dont regret that i didnt buy it -.- it always happens and i hate it -.- well after that we queued for donuts. we both bought a dozen donuts each for ourselves and families. after that marv went home while i went to grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye i am off to watch the fa cup finals as it is WAY OVER HALF TIME AND I LOST TRACK -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5002578682831584397?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5002578682831584397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5002578682831584397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5002578682831584397'/><link 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(i will be nice and not talk about the rasins which is an inside joke) after school my class and grace and her two classmates (they missed their class learning journey and were posted to my class) headed to the supreme court (i keep thinking its parliament house or something). well it was kinda fun. the whole building has a really cool design, with a disk like viewing gallery at the top. well we got to like go to like the real courtrooms and stuff, which was pretty cool. like that was were all the baddies went when they got busted. in the courtroom they had this kick ass visualizer, like it was fucking clear. like schools should use that stuff. well i got to sit at the witness seat. haha. the thing was quite interesting, like i've never been inside an actual courtroom so it was quite cool. the view from the disk was nice. well after the whole thing, me and kaijie like broke off from the class, so we could take stupid pictures at the disk, like the disk glass was bent out, so we could like lie on it and in a picture it looks like we are on nothing. well we just ran off, and like we took pictures, then we went back. the supreme court is like tight security shit, and if we got busted it would have been totally not cool. well. when we got back to the class, they gave us this suspicious look, haha. after that a bunch of us headed to watch the rugby match. there were alot of groups of people i knew there. the match was really good, like it was exciting fuck. i watched like all 3 sa touchdowns like upclose, and the action was good. in the end we lost to rj, which was really fucked up and i think everyone who was in sa was damn fucked off about it. i feel that sa totally deserved to win ( i am biased, so fuck rj).  i mean the look of like determination when they want to score the tries, you can tell that they really gave their all in the game. a really big applause for the players, i think they did very, very well. i mean we were leading la, then some fucker from rj went to score and it killed the mood. well. it was sad that we lost, and the players looked really sad. poor guys. i mean they like worked their asses off for it, and gave their all, but the rj fuckers won. well they played really well. they deserved to win (haha acutally the rj people might have worked hard too and played well also maybe, but i dont care because i am biased once again.) ah well. after headed to island creamery with a bunch. i was like the only one who ate like just two scoops of ice cream. everyone else had like 2 things like a mudpie and a brownie or apple pie. man. had fun chatting, and lydia cannot argue well at all, or at least not good enough to beat me. haha. after that shared a cab with nat to fareast, which was damn fast, and quite cheap. met up with my secondary school brothers. twins at first want to act cool ah, see us walk past never call us la. now identical in cj, big hit already ah? forget us already. haha okay i am kidding. (i bet you identicals read this and are smiling) well had a good time catching up, and complaining about jc and stuff. well should be seeing them again for soccer on sunday. and thats the end of my wednesday, very eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were quite slack again, but gp was sucky. i mean i am really concerned about my gp grade i want an a fucking badly but my gp teacher just dont cut it. i really hope like something good happens. well after class, she wanted to see kaijie zengwei and me again. the made us write on this paper an agreement like not to talk or something. on my paper i wrote "i will try not to talk in class, i will try not to put my phone on the table." well she wanted us to write i will not talk in class, i will not use my phone and sign it. in the middle of the talk, she fucking confiscated my phone, and i couldnt call grace to let her know why i was taking so long as she was waiting for me. so i just walked off from the table, and went to timo who was nearby to use his phone to call grace. she was quite pissed about it. i told her it was a DIKTAT (which is an imposed treaty which pissed the fuck outta alot of germans if you studied history) which was quite funny, and i refused to sign it. kaijie and zengwei eventually agreed to sign it, with lots of loopholes in their contract. haha. such as i will not talk in class, but he did not say which class. haha. well. i fucking refused to sign it, and i thought it was preposterous, like i cant guarantee it so why should i sign it? so it left it with me and her. she wouldnt let me go unless i changed the try to into i will. so i just added on the words i will. making it, i will try not to talk in class, etc. which pissed her off. we argued and shit, and i think i dominated it. then i dont know for what reasons, she suddenly brought in my character. there were issues about me and my girlfriend or something. and she asked me why i am likable or something. and i told her that my girlfriend loves my very much and stuff to kid around with her. there was alot of shit, like i told her i was a people person or something. well. then i questioned her how long she taught, i told her that i am very experienced with teachers trying to screw with me, and let her know nicely that i am not the kind of student to fuck around with when you just start teaching. well, i wouldn't dare in my wildest dreams to like piss off teachers like mr yoong or mrs ram, man that would be some shit for me. they are hardcore, the kind that know how to make a student suffer, and take joy in it, and they can like leave you to rot if they want to. they are highly respected by the students. they are good teachers.well. i only fuck around with teachers who i don't respect, and shes one of them. well i mean i wouldn't want to have a teacher who hates me, i'd rather have a teacher who likes me. but who knows, over time she might be on better terms in my eyes, like shes abit like miss chong when she just started off. okay maybe slightly worse. okay maybe more then that. there is a chance that maybe it will get better. well, in the end, i won the argument, and my treaty was just a i will try to treaty. well i told her i would try to improve, and i think i will keep my word on it. after a long draggy tiresome argument. i headed with grace to island creamery. had a mud pie. man i am eating alot of desserts -.- after that we headed to church to say a quick prayer, to substitute the day of obligation mass. after that we headed home. well i am very tired now, and a math test tomorrow, just faantastic shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-6781756337815328510?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-6625344045813096256</id><published>2007-05-15T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:29:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>living in a world of deceit. says:&lt;br /&gt;life so sucky&lt;br /&gt;  living in a world of deceit. says:&lt;br /&gt;study, go army, work, then wait for death&lt;br /&gt;abel.                                                              it's a long way to the top. says:&lt;br /&gt;YAH&lt;br /&gt;  living in a world of deceit. says:&lt;br /&gt;why not play, play, play and play?&lt;br /&gt;abel.                                                              it's a long way to the top. says:&lt;br /&gt;YAH LA&lt;br /&gt;  living in a world of deceit. says:&lt;br /&gt;steady tmr we pon sch go lan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i think this is funny.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7237108959282724160</id><published>2007-05-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:22:12.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PILLS.</title><content type='html'>thank god, the most hardcore day of the week is over. i like had like 5 and a half hours of lessons straight today i think. tuesdays suck. but then again, its like wed thurs friday, are much slacker. oh, today my gp teacher finally complained to my form teacher, about me zengwei kaijie. kaijie didnt come so it was a 4 way meeting called up by my form teacher. they asked us what was our problem blah blah, bullshitted alot, and it was quite funny. "when is the time not to talk?" "zengwei: slient reading time" HAHA. well. then there were other excuses such as the urge to talk, and other bullshit. it was really funny and in one point, i just burst out laughing, like in front of everyone. i couldnt take it. then i covered it up that i thought about a funny joke i heard yesterday. i think my form teacher was shocked/pissed. well in the end we came to some agreement that we wont talk anymore or something. today after a hardcore day of school, had a quick tauhuay with zengwei, then i went back to catholic high, the land of the green shorts. joe and shao were there before me, and i reached just in time to get back my o level cert before the office closed. after that, scared the prefects in school that we smoked, and screwed around with them and stuff, quite funny. at the good old pool room that is. we played pool. and the last part. joe like played with the pool balls, and rolled one across the old table, but it bounced up and went back to hit his balls. its like. balls on balls contact. hahaha. fucking funny shit. had a good laugh there. after that got an oreo blend and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history test on thursday, oh joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7237108959282724160?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7237108959282724160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7237108959282724160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7237108959282724160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7237108959282724160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/pills.html' title='PILLS.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-778599711256949542</id><published>2007-05-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:48:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING CUT.</title><content type='html'>I FELL DOWN TODAY. after mass, it was raining. so had to get to dads car. so i ran in the rain. and with my no-grip converse shoes, i fell. it was a fuckin bad fall, fell on like the road. cut at my left palm, right elbow, knee, and stomach. i was bleeding like fuck, and it was fucking pain. and my fall was so bad it tore my jeans. like there is a big hole now. and i scratched my armani exchange belt badly, i am fucking pissed off over it. if you know me, my left hand has like a scar. and now i think i am gonna have like 3 more of that. and let me tell you why my dad was a bastard today. he saw me fell, and when i picked myself up. i got in the car. in the car, my father fucking rubbed it in. he was laughing and mocking me, saying very good in the very makes-you-want-to-slap-him bitch ass tone. i was like already in a fucking lot of pain and was bleeding and shit, yet he still had to do that? i think it was uncalled for. well after that, we reached my house. it was still raining, so i told him to drop me off at the shelter so i could go up first (cause i was in pain). but he fucking refused and he slowly went to park the car (with me in it, and in pain i repeat). and i fucking had to walk in the rain again to get to my house lobby. like what the fuck? i am really fucked off with him. i don't really know why he did what he did, but its like fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after that i went home, washed my cut with water. which was fucking excruciating, i had to like to bite a towel. i put some antiseptic shit, which caused me more pain. and went to sleep. woke up, felt better, and went to eat an early dinner with mom, at sizzlers, dad had some client to attend to. after that met grace at night, then headed home early. well i am still really fucked off with my dad. AND MY WONDERFUL JEANS IS TORN. i will get them fixed, AND MY FAVOURTITE BELT, scratched. but cant really see properly i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-778599711256949542?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/778599711256949542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=778599711256949542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/778599711256949542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/778599711256949542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucking-cut.html' title='FUCKING CUT.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7875430262484677983</id><published>2007-05-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:35:32.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO SMELLY OLD MEN RUN BLOGGER?</title><content type='html'>my blogger has been down for a while is finally okay, for the moment. havent posted in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i shall just talk about friday first. learnt nothing at school, didnt go for math, asleep during econs lec, and econs tutorial was pointless. after that waited damn long for some to finish their gpp. then went to play lan. lan was like 4 hours plus and it cost me a whopping 9 dollars. after that, a big bunch of us headed to seans place to drink. had a good time. had quite abit to drink, but it didnt really satisfy me though. we watch harold and kumar goes to white castle which was funny. after that i went home by bus. dad smelt my liquor, and it was not cool. he bitched and talked shit, and was damn bitchy i tell you for a man. dad sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. headed out with grace to celebrate our 15 months. well we were hit by a stroke of bad luck. first the place we wanted to eat at fucked up, so we couldnt eat there. after that more bad luck came along, which was really annoying. a long story cut short, we headed from town all the way to island creamery where we had ice cream and talked. well after that i had to go grandmas, and she had to go to her grandmas. at my grandmas it was some mothers day celebration part two. nothing much, alot of food though. well. bad luck is really fucked up, go away bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well in the mood of mothers day. my mother is a really a woman to be commended. she quit her job and became a housewife. so she lost her source of income and has to be dependent on my father. my father is no way a husband-of-the-year kinda man. he just gives my mother a monthly allowance of about 1k, where she has to spend it on like buying groceries, and alot of household stuff. and she is left with very little money for herself. she really does not enjoy the luxuries that many women can enjoy, such as expensive clothes and an more interesting lifestyle. she lost contact with many friends, and is left with very little friends. she is a rather lonely woman, and i think it is really quite sad. i mean when i am at school and dad is at work, she is alone most of the time, and i mean its really quite sad to be alone at home most of your weekday for years in  your life. sometimes i try to spend time with her, but she ends up nagging and scolding me and it makes me get annoyed and i stay away again. my father is not a loving man, he doesn't celebrate their anniversary with a nice dinner, he doesn't give her some extra money to enjoy when he wins 4d or makes a successful business deal. he is also a very spiteful man, and it is hard to describe. on the outside, he has this fake appearance to others, that is totally false, and people are fooled of his character. (well people dont worry he is no wife-beater or family-abuser or something HAHA) my mother is a very simple woman, and she really is a very strong one. i don't think many women can take the lifestyle that she lives. i know i love my mother alot, but i do not show it to her, not one bit. she is an extremely naggy woman, so much to the point it can really push you to your limits, but you will not understand unless you are me. she nags at every single thing. and i mean i know she cares and i always try not to get annoyed, but it will get the better of me. i mean i really want to be a better son, and not be so rude to her when she nags at me, but it is very hard and i am trying. i think the story of my mother is a very sad one. she is a lonely woman, who gave up everything, and was returned with nothing. yet everyday she still cooks for us with much love in it, and she takes effort to make sure we have a nice dinner to come home to, and clean clothes to wear. she really gave alot for my family, and i feel she gets almost nothing in return. and when i grow older and hopefully make it big in life, i want her to enjoy her life, and give her the luxuries she never really got to enjoy. for now, i really hope that i could be a better son. i really appreciate the things she does, but sometimes i am just rude cause she nags at me for no reason. and it is really not what i need after a long tiring day of school. i hope i will be able to be a better son. and maybe a stroke of good luck, like a large windfall of singapore sweep or something, and she can enjoy life more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7875430262484677983?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7875430262484677983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7875430262484677983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7875430262484677983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7875430262484677983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-smelly-old-men-run-blogger.html' title='DO SMELLY OLD MEN RUN BLOGGER?'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-6132815395539631337</id><published>2007-05-07T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:09:20.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGER IS FUCKED.</title><content type='html'>monday blues. sucks. schools a drag. SEA history sucks. big time. tests and work and tests and work. man. i still have to rush through SEA history for the fucking test tomorrow which i think i am gonna fail. fuck. well at least pe was fun today. i dashed with aza the stupid 3 rounds and i killed myself there. well it was soccer, but i was damn tired cause of the 3 rounds i could barely play properly. note to self: never get tricked by aza and dash 3 rounds. well. my team was really slack that it was quite funny. haha. well soccer was fun nonetheless. haha i like my class. it is made up of so many different people, but it somehow still comes together rather nicely. haha. it helps the stress sometimes. ah well. history test and chinese test (which i dont give a shit about). byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time kills.&lt;br /&gt;and i am struggling under your pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay i will just post here since my blogger is fucking up. i mean its really bitching. long story. well. tuesday was normal school, sea test which i fucked up badly. at the library in school, me yixiang kaijie zengwei, got "thrown out". haha. cause we kept laughing. cause zengwei spotted his "eyecandy" (haha very inside joke.) aka "4 o'clock" which was damn funny and we were laughing our asses off. some teacher came over, and while she was scolding us, we were controlling our laughter. but kaijie couldnt control and he let it out, which resulted in all of us laughing out, while she was scolding us. it was really quite funny shit. haha. after school headed to island creamery, with timo jiayi sarina jane and nessa. nessa left early. haha. we chatted and played bridge. i love the ice cream there, fuckin good. well. after that I TOOK THE WRONG BUS HOME. first, i walked to the wrong busstop. nevermind. i thought i could take 156 anyway. well i have concession, so i kay kiang, try and take another bus to the police academy, and take a bus home. BUT. the bus fucking didnt take me there. and dropped me off at some highway busstop. i like walked like 2km to find civilisation. i had to like roam through very ulu hdb flats, and once, i was walking along this block, which was FILLED with construction workers. they looked like illegal immigrants. man. they looked wild. haha. i was scared they were gonna go wild and attack me and take my cash or something. so i like walked damn fast. i walked walked walked, and dontknow how. i ended up in toapayoh. like how the hell did i do it? well. i ended up like infront of chij toapayoh, and i took 59 to bishan then a bus home. what an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. econs test, a really retarded test. after it ended there was alot of debate whether it should be agree or disagree. well. after school was supposed to play soccer, but alot pangsehed, and in the end didnt happen. throughout the day, i pranked called alot of people and it was very funny how they believe. i think the funniest few would be natalie, kaijie's friend, and mingjiang. haha. they like fell for it. well i had cooking club which was stupid, there was just discussion, no food. well. after that there was the SA vs NY match. within 5 minutes, there were two touchdowns. so i didnt bother to watch it cause it looked boring. planned to go home, but in the went to town with grace to buy her slippers. we had dinner outside at thomson plaza with timo, jane, ll. home. i am tired. and BLOGGER IS A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-6132815395539631337?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/6132815395539631337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=6132815395539631337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/6132815395539631337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/6132815395539631337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/05/up-against-wall.html' title='BLOGGER IS FUCKED.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7701432285856411146</id><published>2007-05-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:07:37.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN, DOWN, IN AN EARLIER ROUND.</title><content type='html'>studied firms today. still not very stable about it, like not sure yet. sucks. work is piling the fuck on me, SEA test on tues. econs on wed. i still have history tutorial to do. man. sucks. JC LIFE IS A BITCH. i really feel like getting drunk now. the stress is fucking annoying, and i want to quit. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much,  maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7701432285856411146?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7701432285856411146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7701432285856411146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7701432285856411146'/><link 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which i am dying to have. like totally dieing for one. but when i went there, and saw the price, like i hesitated again. like 170 seems too much. but its so nice and i really want it. and after i left, i regretted i didn't buy it. i need opinions people, SHOULD I BUY IT?&lt;br /&gt;at night i had some mothers day dinner thing at coca steamboat. ate my share, had beer and wine. after that walked about in town abit, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my replies to the tags, i am lazy to tag it all out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carin: yah okay okay TAUGHT the kids, miss dictionary. oh can you remind me to pass you the donuts earings sucheng bought for you? i keep forgetting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyd: haha she kinda believed us that we think that it was really her birthday i think. haha it was really funny you should have been there to hear it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat: haha. won't one la. why must censor? just say SHIT la. haha. so well-mannered ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane: obviously i know how its fucking spelled right -.- ya everyone is making such a big fuss over it -.- haha you are out of your mind. or imagine if its like, i fucking love you or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ll: stop talking about it already lah -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleen: haha yes yes -.- go and tell nathaniel the same la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nessa: i cannot imagine -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-8283575152288488448?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/8283575152288488448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=8283575152288488448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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FLOOR.</title><content type='html'>WEEKENDS. a shitty week is ahead of me though. history test and econs test. well. once again, i am already very sick of saying the same thing over and over again and i really think a fucking change is in order, i learnt nothing in school AGAIN. oh man like its been happening for days -.- well. h1 was canceled (praise the lord). so after school headed to play lan with timo yixiang kaijie zengwei quanjun sherwin joel. have not played lan in a long time, so it was fun. had early dinner at al-ameins prata place. then i headed over to island creamery, to meet grace. jane, nessa, angel, and this fat dude was there too! but they all left like fast -.- only jane stayed with us. we played 3 man taidee which i won most of the time , haha. we chatted for abit, about schools and studies and stuff, then jane had to go home for dinner. i thought grace mathematical induction, but i don't think she got it. well after that my right ear felt really wierd, like abit blocked up, and it was very uncomfortable. so i wanted to go home. i felt very imbalanced. i like couldnt walk straight. so grace took the bus with me and walked me home, &lt;3. well i am feeling better now. and i have so much work to do on sunday -.- ah fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-1392246775733705113?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/1392246775733705113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=1392246775733705113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1392246775733705113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it. well. the rest of the school was boring. well gp lesson today was quite funny. when she came into the class and we greeted her, kaijie and i sang a birthday song when it was obviously not her damned birthday. well. we talked alot during the lesson so she wanted to see  yixiang kaijie zengwei and me after the lesson. it was very funny. she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: "what were you all talking about that was so important?"&lt;br /&gt;us: "forgot already lah"&lt;br /&gt;her: "next time i want you 4 to sit away from each other, and different places in the class"&lt;br /&gt;me: "but we are friends"&lt;br /&gt;her: "i dont care"&lt;br /&gt;kaijie: "but i cannot think when i am not sitting next to abel"&lt;br /&gt;me: "me too" her: "do you know that your subject teachers meet up and they know all about you guys? and how you behave and stuff"&lt;br /&gt;kaijie: "SO YOU STAB US IN THE BACK??" (it was damn sudden and it was fucking funny)&lt;br /&gt;and we all burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;her: "why did you two think that it was my birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "cause you wear orange"&lt;br /&gt;kaijie: "cause you pin up your fringe"&lt;br /&gt;me: "yah, plus you got the birthday face"&lt;br /&gt;birthday face sounded damn dumb. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the whole event was damn funny and we had a good laugh. gp sucks. well after school i went to watch spiderman 3 with grace. a good show i must say. alot of action, good plot. i swear after he wore the black suit and became bad for awhile, he looked much better then when he was a good guy. at one time, parkers hair looked almost like my old hair. those were the days. well. i think bad guys are cooler then the good guys. i think if i was spiderman or something, i would abuse my powers and rule the world. and my friends and family and me would be living the good life. haha. ah well.&lt;div 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CLOSE.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7336773168247005556</id><published>2007-05-02T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:38:19.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA my mom just told me something funny. she was at ntuc. then in front got this indian guy. middle age, wearing sporty stuff. like one of those guys who dont know that they are way past their time. well. the cashier was young and new. so the guy like scanned the indian guys stuff. and he asked him. so sir are you 60 years old? we have discount for senior citizens. the then indian guy went. you bastard la you i must go home looked in the mirror already. you think i am 60 years old? you crazy ah. then he sweared in indian. haha i think its damn funny. then my mom was next, and she told the cashier that she wasnt 60 before she paid. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you are thinking my mom is funny or something, you are horribly wrong. she is totally not cool. very VERY naggy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7336773168247005556?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7336773168247005556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7336773168247005556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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econs i was asleep, pw was damn slack. but math consultation helped me understand. after that, went to eat macs with a bunch of us. then we headed back for our ccas. me lyd nat jiayi joe went for cooking club. some smart ass told us it started at 330 (i knew with was 3 but i told them and they said NO its 330 -.-) ( and i think the smart ass is either joe/lyd haha.) well. so we missed out the whole lesson on baked rice. the cheese they used, smelt like shit. like really bad ass stuff. the smell was stuck in my nose for damn long. so i didnt eat the baked rice. the rest ate it. well cause we came late, one j2 senior kept giving us the bitchface. it was quite hard to look at. not  a sight for sore eyes. she was being a bitch, made me and joe was the plates and shit. well. after that joe went home, and the rest of us met up with yixiang who left mentoring early. and we all headed to pj. we tried the 5 man cab thing. it totally flopped -.- it looked damn stupid you know. now i think about it it really makes me wanna laugh. haha. i bet it looked damn stupid. hahaha. jiayi was supposed to go in first then hide, but nat went in first -.- and it all went downhill from there. haha. in the end we took 985 there, and it took damn long to get there -.- we reached there, and missed the first half. it has this wierd feeling when you go to someone else's homeground. my og7 was there too! saw nessa dae who i havent seen in a while. well in the end the score was 22 - 5 i think. sa won. we came in time to watch sirhan score a very nice touchdown. it was good thrilling stuff. haha. well after that i was pretty shagged so i went home. i trained home with nessa, after realizing that there was no bus to bishan home -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling sick of jc. very sick of it. i hope i dont fuck it up, it would feel damn wasted to go poly next year if i retain. i just want to do well and get the fuck on with my life. there is such a fucking huge workload.&lt;div 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SOUL.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-4538210158421705679</id><published>2007-05-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:35:03.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG BANG, SHOOT SHOOT.</title><content type='html'>monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was really hardcore shit. it was really damn draggy. and i had like a cold/slight fever/sorethroat/headache. was feeling like shit the whole day. blew my nose with like 4 packets worth of tissue. school ended like 7? thanks alot to the history remedial. imagine a whole day of school till 7 feeling shitty. well, surprisingly after school, i felt better. but my sore throat was still not getting lost. headed to island creamery with jiayi. where we met sirhan grace jeanette. ate brownies with ice cream. good stuff. sirhan spent alot there. haha. well after that me grace and jeanette left first, where we took a cab (thanks to jeanette who paid). me and grace went to sean poh's house, and jeanette went to play tennis. seans house is really big. he has 4 dogs, two of which are puppies which are damn friggin' cute. they are damn small and have soft cuddly fur. haha. we watched abit of 300. then we had dinner, seans parents were damn nice they like cooked beehoon and bought us satay and chicken wings and stuff. after that, we watched jackass number two. although i watched it before, it was still as funny as hell. we all had a great time laughing. the rest of them had absolute vodka to drink, but as much as i really really wanted to, i couldnt drink. cause my sorethroat was really pain after the meal. well, we had a really great time and seans place. after that we all left, and all the boys were like dizzy/high from the alcohol. it was quite funny actually. they all couldnt walk properly. to our luck, we all managed to catch our last few buses home. haha. i managed to get home by bus, saving cash on taxi. lucky i didnt go home after school. haha. but when i went home, i was totally burnt out. i used up every once of energy i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its labour day, woopdeedo. no one really gives a shit what the fuck it means but who cares its a public holiday. woke up really late, very contented with my sleep. haha. went to ll's place after that. mahjong time. i was like over an hour late, and besides jane, i was the first. haha. well. had fun playing mahjong, reminded me of the old times during the 1st three months where we played mahjong hardcore. good times. we watched passion of christ too, which was really sad stuff. after that we had dinner at junction 8. then we all headed home. had fun with everyone, nice to catch up with everyone again. havent seen people like sucheng and john in quite a long while. well. a well spent labour day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its back to fucking school tomorrow, argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-4538210158421705679?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/4538210158421705679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=4538210158421705679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4538210158421705679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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shops having like nothing interesting -.- my god, what the fuck are the designers doing. well, i still want a fred perry white polo tee very badly ): BUY FOR ME PLEASE. well. after that, we headed to church, where we thought the kids. the kids are getting really wild. well. after that it was off to dxo, for timos gig. alotta people were there. lazy to say. well, a bunch of us went to mosh to some screamo before timo came on, and then the bouncer stopped the action. it was really fun before he stopped, and got one malay girl who was damn wild. she can mosh. well. he was fucking rude. he went to push shawn outta the moshing there first, maybe cause shawns size was like intimidating to him. shawn was pissed with him. shawn and another guy got kicked out, but they came back. when the bouncer tried to kick the malay guys out, they scolded the bouncer fuck or something and there was a commotion but i am not sure what was it. well. after that timos band came on. they are kick ass. there was moshing for the first song, was fun. they played their own compositions, knocking on heavens door and sweet child. had fun. enjoyed the music. great show. after that, a big group of us had dinner at marina square. then we headed to carrefour at ps to get some booze. got some smirnoff. then we headed to some place to drink. redbull vodka for me again. haha. we encountered alot of problems on getting the drinks. it was damn slow process -.- very dilly dally. never mind . in the end it was all good. had good fun drinking. reached home late. had a great time the whole day. a very well spent saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;mass, lunch at nam kee chicken rice. headed to church for the rcic meeting. where we discussed what was the aims for the new batch, the schedule and problems. haha. like the auntie of a kid sitting at the back of our class to observe. and complains after that. she is really fucking annoying. she gives the black face. hard to explain. haha. well. after that i headed home to study. was supposed to start at 4. but i locked the door. and FELL ALSEEP -.- so no one could wake me up. i woke up at 530 -.- rushed through sea hist, and went to meet the secondary bros for soccer. the courts were full, so it was void deck soccer. we were making a racket, and this maid scolded us. haha. "wait until mam' come back she scold you" "what time mam' coming back?" haha. it is an inside joke, but it is damn funny. i laughed my balls off. after that was supper at thomson plaza, where i left early after that cause i needed to shit. i think the oreo blend is behind this catastrophe. well. after that i met grace for awhile, then i headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday tmr ends at like what, 7? super turn off, a big ball shrinker. well, tuesday is labour day, alleluia, bless the heavens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7413369228504154095?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7413369228504154095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7413369228504154095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7413369228504154095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7413369228504154095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/be-your-love.html' title='BE YOUR LOVE.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-1854391492197609466</id><published>2007-04-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:26:45.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS WHAT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR.</title><content type='html'>alas, the weekends baby. school was quite slack today, only had 3 lessons. math and econs lectures, where i learnt nothing. and a fucking 3 hour break (denying us 3 hours of the weekends), which was spent sitting on the library floor. then it was the stupid physics test, which i think i am going to fail. then. the weekends begin. the break a crucially needed, i worked hard this week. well. after school went to play pool/lan with yixiang zengwei kaijie sherwin quanjun joel. had fun playing lan, i havent played in such a long time. after that, me and yixiang headed to island creamery to meet jiayi and sarina for dinner. we were like unsure of how to get there, and we were damn scared we were gonna get lost on the bus. then somemore the stupid windows were all frosted up, and you cant see for fuck. we overshot one stop, and walked back to meet them. had dinner at adam road food court, nice food. and had desserts at island creamery. very nice ice cream. i had the mudpie which was lip smacking good. yixiang had the mudpie and a scoop of blackforest, and jiayi and sarina shared a banana split. after chatting for abit, we left for home. the bus stop which i was waiting for my bus at was scary, very ulu feeling. not cool. well i got home safely anyway. haha. alot ahead of me tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-1854391492197609466?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/1854391492197609466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=1854391492197609466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1854391492197609466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1854391492197609466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-what-i-have-been-waiting-for.html' title='ITS WHAT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-2624564487997396939</id><published>2007-04-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:32:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE CROSSFIRE.</title><content type='html'>the weekends are here. ALMOST. i just finished my 3 page history essay, feeling quite shiok now. haha. had history test today, handed up PI today, finally everything seems to be going away. i've felt damn stressed this week. i need a break. today, i almost made the gp teacher cry. i used the same old trick, pretending to use my handphone when it was actually a holepuncher. and she got FOOLED AGAIN. haha. she already got fulled once by me, and got laughed at by the class. and its definitely not the once bitten twice shy case for her. today i didnt want to give her the taunting laughter so i just smiled, and denied that i was actually pretending to use holepuncher. haha. well her voice like changed, and she was like why must you do this to me or something. well, i really hate her big time, so does the rest of my class. i will push her to the limit. I WANT A NEW GP TEACHER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. our grades, our futures at stake, down with miss liu, i say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2624564487997396939?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/2624564487997396939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=2624564487997396939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2624564487997396939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2624564487997396939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-crossfire.html' title='IN THE CROSSFIRE.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-2302204211233005948</id><published>2007-04-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:33:33.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PLACE FOR MY HEAD.</title><content type='html'>the best school day in the whole week, wednesday. a fantastic two hour break before lessons start. for the two hours break, i planned to study some SEA, but it totally didn't work out -.- ended up talking at the library. after that was chinese, which was once again, totally useless. the chinese teacher wants to drop our class i think. haha. after that was econs lecture, where i think no one in the entire cohord understood anything. the lecturer sucks. haha. so i finished up my econs tutorial in the lecture. oh the lecturer in the lecture, asked where to buy baby stuff or something, and a guy answered, followed by a reaction from the crowd. at the end of the lecture, i think the lecturer tried to up his sex appeal. he went to like double check where to buy baby stuff from and he said he would be going there soon. i think by doing that, he was trying to up his sex appeal. HAHA. he wants to show that he's no 40 year old virgin. hahaha. well after that was project work, where i did finish my pi! great. then school ended, was supposed to study history, but it didnt work out AGAIN. so i have to rush through it later. test tomorrow. ah.&lt;br /&gt;headed to the SA vs ACSIB rugy match with grace timo joe and joel. met up with jane ll and we went to acsib to watch the match. jiayi and lydia came late for the match, cause they were supposed to watch volleyball (i think this is funny), but when the reached the volleyball match, SA won already, haha. so they were late for nothing. well dae came halfway into the match. well. it was a good game, which was postponed in the end. cause of heavy weather, in the game, some guys nose got broken. poor dude. well. whenever acsib scores, there is this bunch of old boys, and i mean OLD boys, who would cheer very loudly and bang their umbrellas on the floor. and they would also make stupid cocky comments. well. they were really irritating. i think, when you put a bunch of white haired old guys together, they feel stronger. numbers make you feel stronger maybe. haha. for that time, their problems of, balding, high cholesterol, high blood pressure and other old man problems were forgotten. well, cocky fat old timers suck. haha. they are irritating ageing bastards. i am sure the SA audience who were there would concurr. after that headed to clementi with some of them, ate kfc, where nessa and carin joined us. then after chatting for a while, me grace nessa dae left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have to study for my fucking hist test tomorrow. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2302204211233005948?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/2302204211233005948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=2302204211233005948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2302204211233005948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/2302204211233005948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/place-for-my-head.html' title='A PLACE FOR MY HEAD.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-1535105782768541167</id><published>2007-04-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:49:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE FAITH.</title><content type='html'>haha. today was a hectic day in school. lazy to blog about it. sucks. glad its over. me and my class are suffering with the immense amount of homework piling up on our lazy backs. well. today after school, my nice classmates, yixiang natalie jiayi dorothy accompanied me to get THE STUFF. we strayed from place to place till i finally decided and got it. haha thanks for companying me (: very much appreciated. i think it would have been wierd if i went alone, imagine. "all same size" haha. well after that jiayi and dorothy had to go. so yixiang nat and me went to eat half priced waffles. shared a large waffle with nat. yixiang ate a large one all by himself. haha. after that, nat had to go. so me and yixiang, went to edit the stuff. its damn hard to find a place you know. we walked around for damn long. faced with many misleads. haha. thank goodness yixiang accompanied me. well. i really owe a big thanks to yixiang, without him i couldnt have got it done. we were at the last few shops, and i wanted to go home and come back tmr. but yixiang told me have faith, and he was right! we managed to find the LAST shop which could do it. and it was done. really glad that i got it done. thanks yixiang, alot man. really appreciate it. haha, i have learned, have faith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-1535105782768541167?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/1535105782768541167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=1535105782768541167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1535105782768541167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1535105782768541167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-faith.html' title='HAVE FAITH.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-824333498044088046</id><published>2007-04-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:17:32.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BALLS, OH GOD.</title><content type='html'>went for mass, lunch at serangoon garden market. pigs intestine soup. good shit. then after that, a pathetic attempt at work. couldnt go cc cause it was raining like fuck. well. after that it was soccer at the boys, at first we went bishan, but there were so many teams so we headed to singming. the two teams there are own ass. they are fucking good. we got owned, won damn little games. had good fun with my secondary bros. lazy to elaborate on the soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY MY BALLS WERE FUCKING ASSAULTED THREE DAMNED TIMES.&lt;/span&gt; the first time, at bishan, where joe accidentally kicked it straight at my balls. i returned him the favour. the second time, at singming, where tzu yu again, accidentally rammed it at my balls. the third time, which is was fucking intentional, by louis who fucking threw a pong pong (some rock hard poisonous fruit) at my balls when i was fucking in the middle of a game. for all three times, i was screaming and cussing as i was grabbing my balls, its fucking pain i tell you. its like the burn that doesnt go away. its like, the feeling that hits you straight up. its like hell inbetween your legs. like a bomb at your crotch. sucks like hell. well. i think i lost like an army of sperms. and my sperms dont star in no 300 movie. like. millions perished tonight. ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-824333498044088046?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/824333498044088046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=824333498044088046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/824333498044088046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/824333498044088046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-balls-oh-god.html' title='MY BALLS, OH GOD.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5094551064956821788</id><published>2007-04-22T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:28:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KICK START MY HEART.</title><content type='html'>saturday, the prime of the weekend. well, it was a well spent Saturday. had lunch with my parents at hooked-on-heads, a curry fishhead place near my house. ate damn alot. after that went to meet grace at church, we slacked around till class started at 4. today i only had like 3 students to teach and it was really a pointless lesson. they gave damn stupid replies to my questions. like. "how did you feel after baptism?" "nothing, no feeling, can lend me your handphone", "you like getting baptised?" "no, i dont like, its very cold." i showed the three of them my trademark magic coin trick and they were mezmerised. haha. it was quite interesting they were so amused i tell you. well. richmond (one of the small kids i teach) erased something important off the white board in class, then kristen, went to make him feel bad by saying, "uh oh, you in trouble, i will complain to father ( the priest )" then me and grace added salt to the wound with or hors. then, richmond cried. it was damn funny. kristens face changed. and you know what she did to "make him feel better", she did this. she took the eraser, and erased the rest of the whiteboard stuff and said, "dont cry, dont cry, you see i also erase, i am also in trouble." it didnt really seem to help him at all. haha. i think i managed to make him calm down abit when i told him it was april fools and he believed me. haha. well. after class i went out with grace, then we headed to the church rciy/rcic bbq. grace, damian, majella, adam went. dont really know most of the people there, and i dont like quite a few of them (well you know me). some of the boys there are really quite retarded. okay really retarded. they dunked this guy, but they did it like, they discussed and made sure he was alright before dunking him. then after dunking him, some of them jumped in on their own accord. which is really stupid. haha. well, the food was cooked by some hired guy, and it was pretty good. after that we all headed to liquid kitchen to meet ambrose. at first got no place, so we went to the coffee shop, to buy beer. after we bought it, we got a place -.- so we finished up the 800ml bottles as fast as we could. i drank half and got sick of the taste, the beers not very good. had vodka redbull there. i &lt;3 vodka redbull, i think it is my favourite mix. we played some poker, and i fucking lost 10 bucks just like that. and i am seriously low on cash already. and i was wearing my i'm all in shirt. well. in the middle, the cops came, so we walked away. grace had to go meet her parents, and damian and adam had to go home. so i went back myself to hang with ambrose. had a small chat with 2 slackers there. after that i had to go, took the last bus home. went i reached home, i hanged around downstairs for 30mins to wait for the alcohol to fade away, and dad and mom were fooled. yep thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, did you guys read about the super rich HK lady who died? she had 6billon bucks to give away when she died. and she didnt give shit to her family. guess who she gave it to? HER FORTUNE TELLER. like that guy is a lucky bastard. like. i think he is the luckiest man on earth. i mean. i bet he never in his life could tell that that would be his own fortune. lucky fucker. therefore, the ideal job = fortuneteller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5094551064956821788?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5094551064956821788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5094551064956821788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5094551064956821788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5094551064956821788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/kick-start-my-heart.html' title='KICK START MY HEART.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5478554302343189154</id><published>2007-04-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:31:18.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY HO, LETS GO.</title><content type='html'>okay, thursday. normal school day. school passed quickly, learnt absolutely nothing on thursday again. the feeling is damn bad. i totally dont feel enriched these days. well after school went to play pool with grace, zengwei, kaijie, sherwin, quanjun, and xiaoshi. haha i think i was surprisingly on form today. well. after that ate at al-amein prata then went home. okay let me tell you the stupidest part about thursday. i got home, bathed and changed. then i decided to lie on the bed for a while. but the lights were glaring. so i decided to switch them off. it was stuffy, so i decided to on the aircon. and then. I FUCKING FELL ALSLEEP -.- at like fucking 830 -.- and when i woke up, it was 730 the next day -.- it was such a total WASTE. i skipped school today, so i could have like stayed up like damn late, and wake up damn late. BUT, i fucking fell asleep, totally wasting the WHOLE NIGHT. and i woke up EARLY. like a total waste of the situation. its like when i woke up and saw the clock i wanted to scream OMFG KNNCCB. i felt so angry at myself, but i couldnt do anything about it. MAN. i am so helpless. what a stupid waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, moving on to friday. which is today. supposed to be sports day. but i didnt go. in sports day, they had like medals till like 8th place. so it was quite funny. a medal with 8th place looks quite bad. well. only 5 people from my class turn up. well. since i was up early, i decided to play playstation, i played till like 12plus. then after that i went to set up my own bank account (in case i wanna run away from home. haha.)  after that i met grace, who went for sports day and ran, and we went to get my mc for today. went to ang mo kio polyclinic. thankfully grace came with me or i'd be so bored. its fucking crowded there. waited like 1hr 30mins to see the doctor for 5 minutes and get my mc. he gave me an mc and prescription for meds. i took the mc, threw away the prescription. haha. the thing costed me 4.50. well. after that me and grace headed to town. we walked around and shopped for a while. bumped into nat. we went to kino to read free magazines, where i read cookbooks which had really nice food and made me hungry. after that, we left, cause i had to go meet A07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited with grace for the bus, then headed to orchard mrt to meet jiayi and lydia. after that we went to marina bay, where we waited long for timo -.- alot of people were there today! jiayi lydia sarina mc meishan cera lehow yanqi timo and me. it was really nice to see everyone again. havent seen some of them in such a long while. we all went to eat marina bay steamboat. well, the drunken prawns all DIED, long before we cooked them -.- defeating the purpose of drunken prawns. now its just called, prawns. haha. and usually the prawn at the bottom of the container would survive, but it didnt. guess it was a weak prawn, the last time the bottom prawn was a boss prawn and he survived. cooked all the food again, food was nice. some people had some encounters with uncooked food. timo barely cooked the whole night and just slacked and ate cooked food -.- mc smashed the ghee/butter thing and it looked really sick after that. jiayi put so much pork onto my plate, like she was just throwing lumps of pork on my plate. haha. oh and for 10 minutes, saylay was waving around a prawn head by its feelers trying to hypnotize people with stupid things. haha. and we all cant believe she did it for ten minutes. i ate so much meat, with much thanks to jiayi and her force feeding. luckily the meat she cooked was all cooked properly. at the end of the thing, lydia guomin saylay had a stomach ache. haha. saylay thinks guomin never cook the food properly. haha. unlike timo jiayi and me who had perfectly fine stomachs, thanks to my culinary skills (haha.) after that, we went to the arcade. where we barely played anything and just slacked around. after that we took to bus back to the mrt. on the bus, lydia tried to argue with me, but she lost, as usual. we all waited at the mrt with lydia jiayi sarina, until lydias dad came to pick them. in that time we just sat at the mrt, and chatted and slacked. after that her dad came and we all went home. took the train back. it was really great to see everyone from A07 again, to catch up and stuff. since we're all in different places. i missed A07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats about it. i still cant believe i wasted one whole night -.- and woke up early when i ponned school -.- AH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5478554302343189154?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5478554302343189154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5478554302343189154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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school to learn, NOTHING. chinese never fails to be a sheer waste of time, i fell asleep in econs lecture, and pw was spent talking away. well after school a bunch of us went to eat tau huay. at the stall near school. the one with peanut dumplings are damn expensive. after that, it was cooking club. lydia and natalie joined cooking club. so now the people there who i know are grace joe lyd and nat and i. today we learnt how to cook mee goreng, by watching again. haha. all i do all the time is help them on the stove and stand around. then me and joe will just end up cracking stupid jokes, and heywhatdoyouknow food's cooked. so we eat. after we eat, we made some lime juice thing. then we drank. washed up, and time to watch the rugby match. nessa and jane came back to sa to watch the match too. the match was pretty nice, but boring after a while cause sa totally owned mi's ass. i dont know what the score was but it was alot to zilch. haha. well, in the game. some damn big sized guy got busted. busted bad. he was in some serious shit. well, his neck or something got screwed, and he was like lying face flat on the ground, and he was like groaning and shouting. and me and joe found it damn funny and couldnt stop laughing. there were stupid comments like "its funny to see a big guy groan" "hes drooling over the track" "hes a having a seizure. whats a seizure? hes losing control". haha. i think the people around us thought we were really bad cause they thought we were laughing at him getting injured. but its not the case, its that we were laughing cause it sounded funny when he groans. after that when he stopped groaning, it looked bad. like the laughs were over and it was like a serious tragedy. before the ambulance came, he died. haha nah he didnt la. after a long time the ambulance came, emergency 911, and the medics helped him up. and took him to the ambulance. the guy was really huge, and the medics didnt look like they could carry him. and me and joe pictured what would happen if they dropped him. well. the incident could be like on emergency 911. like. be back after the break, to find out if the ambulance comes... or NOT. stay tuned, for the action. haha. well. actions over. after that we all left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i have realized that i have been swearing like extra alot these few days. like i feel like its too much, for jc at least. i am trying to curb down vulgarities, just by abit (dont worry i aint going all crazy christian or some shit.)  haha i could never stop completely, and can you imagine me not saying fuck? well i am trying to curb down on it cause its not secondary school already, so i cant use it as freely as i usually do. but i will still use it normally to people who have known me already la, just in jc i will use it less. cause its not very nice to use too much. dont worry secondary boys and my og7, i will still use fuck as normal, you guys are too used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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WILD?'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5029383468281634983</id><published>2007-04-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:06:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE, FOR THE GOOD TIMES.</title><content type='html'>finally, monday and tuesday are over. the worst two days of the week, super hectic school day today. kaijie is back, so is the phone ringing during my lessons which turns out to be kaijie. and the talk cock is back, me and him talked cock for over an hour. about going to usa and shit. haha. well. i fucked up the math and physics tests, yay me. i am fucking up all my damned tests. feeling sucks bad. well. school aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its FREE CONE DAY, thank you ben and jerrys. free ice cream for the masses. it is also vanessas birthday! happy birthday vanessa. after school i headed down to grand cathay. the queue was until the third storey, from the second story. it looked like it would take long, but surprisingly, in like 10 mins we got our free ice cream. my first scoop was chocolate chip cookie dough. it owns ass. after that me and grace bumped into shawn poh and sarah, and we chatted for quite abit. after that we walked down to ps. i bought the kinder buenos for vanessa. after that we chatted somemore outside carrefour. after that graces/vanessas friend christine bumped into us, so did teresa and michelle which grace was suppposed to meet. after that nessa and jane came down. there was this big group and everyone was just chatting. shawn and sarah somewhat tricked joel, that there were alot of people going pool, and when he came it was quite funny. haha. he found out the truth. that there we only going to be three of them and shawn and sarah didnt actually want to play pool. hahahaha. after that shawn sarah joel turned left, while the rest turned right to head back to grand cathay to get free ice cream. we met timo, mingjiang, and zhilun. we all queued for free ice cream. at the stand, there was this donation to charity thing, and i felt a calling. haha. i donated 50 cents. HAHA. not to boast, but i have a charitable side, HAHA. well. after that we all got our ice creams. i got chocolate brownie, which also owns ass. things taste doubly as good if they are free ( or 25 cents a scoop hahaha). well. after that grace teresa michelle left to meet their friends. ll came and me and timo tried to cut the queue but we couldnt do it. after that the rest of us left to ps. we decided to ta pau food from carrefour and eat at the istana park. me and timo shared a roasted chicken which was very tasty. and filling. haha. carin came late cause she had soccer training. we sat down, ate, chatted and stuff. we kinda sang the birthday song and nessa had to blow out the imaginary blazing flames on her candle. haha. after that we played soccer. at the sheltered area at istana park. it was fun. it really reminded me of the old sa 1st 3 months days. soccer at the track there. the good days where there were there was soccer with timo daeyeon john the botak mingjiang zhilun jingyi and the rest, good times. and there was also grudge soccer sometimes which we usually walked off happy. there was also og soccer. where vanessa was the "superstar keeper" and injured her hand once. and the rest of the girls would run and around and scream when the ball came and anyhow kick it away. and jane and cera would always sit down inside the goal posts. and i would never forget carin scoring that goal after tackling kane. haha. playing soccer today felt abit like the good old times, and it was nice. great to catch up with everyone again. hope vanessa had a happy birthday! we ended quite late and i reached home at 10plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5029383468281634983?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5029383468281634983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5029383468281634983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5029383468281634983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5029383468281634983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/smile-for-good-times.html' title='SMILE, FOR THE GOOD TIMES.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-2065331296334932848</id><published>2007-04-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:58:21.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUST A MOVE.</title><content type='html'>okay. let me talk about the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. i met grace and we went to amk hub to eat fish and co. the prices are cut! fish and chips are only 9 bucks now. compared to 13 last time. yep it was nice. we walked around the new amk hub. lots and lots of stuff. the supermarket is damn big. after that we roamed around the amk heartland. haha. after that we waited for a damn long 30 mins to get on the 162 to bishan. she went home, where i went to grandmas place. dinner at grandmas, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday (which is today.) had lunch at some malay rice place at arab street with mom and dad. didnt like it. it was fucking oily food makes you wanna vomit. after that i headed home. i planned to study. but i slacked for so long that i had to rush through my hist. slipshot work. then after that left the house for soccer. it was raining before that, like bitching rain. was playing against timo's team of 11 against me and my friends. 11 on 11. before the match, the ball went into the longkang. and we lost it for awhile. we thought we could never get it back, but we did. we busted the longkang, shaft by shaft, till we hit the max. then. kianhows going in. haha. it was fucking funny but its an inside thing. "kianhows going in" "i am going in" hahaha. it damn funny. in the end. kianhow got into the longkang, and after minutes of trying, we got it. and when it came out with shouted so loudly that the neighbour came down to scold us. well. after that timo dae and his friends came, and we walked to the field. the field we planned to play at was taken, so we went to a field in bishan park. the field. SUCKS. it was totally soggy and waterlogged. my friends and i didnt have proper shoes, we had like converse and stuff. so we couldnt control our movements. i sliped and fell into like a big pile of muddy water. my whole shirt was brown. in the end my shoes turned blackish brown and i just threw them away. well. at the end, the score was a 4 -2. we lost. we were totally uncoordinated. we never played field soccer as a team before and it was quite funny. most of the time. there were only two defenders. yu and me. and there were two wingers and two strikers. you can do the math. and it was so slippery, we all kept falling. well. it was a pretty fun game, but not a proper one. sucky shoes, sucky field. haha. had a few good laughs at the game. we stopped at 50 mins cause we all couldnt take it. me jye yu joe kian washed our legs with the dirty water from the field. haha. but joe washed his hair with it. sucks bad. hahaha. well we had a fun time, though we didnt fell it was a proper game. maybe next week we will book the synthetic field and have a proper one. after that. timos team and me and my friends left. i will just refer to the people who played soccer as " the boys".  its so much easier to type. well the boys consisted of the twins, joe, justin, louis, vincent, kianhow, jonas, shawn yeo, shao (who couldnt play) and me. we all headed to cat high to bathe after the match. we climbed over the wall, and found ourselves a toliet, and we bathed. haha. we washed our dirty clothes and stuff. after that, we went to get ourselves some free meji milk. by shaking the vending machine of course. after that, some of us went to filp the acursed "stone table" where the secret was out, it wasnt made out of stone. you see there is a story behind this table. in our sec 4 years, we all had to pay 2 fucking bucks for it. and it was not easy to part with. the table is damn ugly and its not made out of stone. we flipped it, and realized it was hollow and made of wood with a plastic ulterior. sucks. we flipped it. i wanted to play with the firehose, but the boys didnt let me. man. i wanted to smash the fire bell too, but once again they didnt let me. well. we climbed out of school through the secondary walls. and for a moment we thought the action was over. but it wasnt, when we spotted the 24 bottle carton of expired snapple on the top of the dustin at the busstop. we each grabbed some bottles, which we made of glass. and we smashed it at some steps. the sound of glass being smashed is very satisfying (in our ears) it was pretty wild. haha. i hope nothing bad happens to someone who walks on the steps. its filled with smashed bottles. after that we headed to j8. on the way there, some old man tried to be funny so i disturbed him. he just stopped in front of us and stared. for no reason and it was totally unnessary. so i said whoohoo like to him in his face. he said we had a problem or something, and i just replied " ah shut up." then after that, another guy almost banged us down on a bike, and there were cusses and swears. after that we ate at subway. had a fun chat, catching up and stuff. after that we followed shawn to buy socks, and there was a little soccer in j8. after that we all headed home. an eventful day. had fun today. though i still hope no one gets hurts from the glass. cause if you trip and fall down the steps filled with glass, it is not cool. totally not cool. thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant fucking seem to upload the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2065331296334932848?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/2065331296334932848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7708106814672129750</id><published>2007-04-14T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:15:50.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF.</title><content type='html'>yeah baby, the weekends. this week passed fast for me, i dont know why. well my hair still really sucks like fuck and i hate it. i totally fucked up the econs test today. 0 for the first qn. ah fuck. damn annoying. well. besides that school was nothing much. skipped h1 today to play pool. i told mr kan i had a "church emergency" HAHA. oh god its emergency baptism 911. went with grace, timo, zengwei, quanjun, joel, sean, sherwin, sarah and xiaoshi. played at IRC at bukit timah. had fun playing pool. but pool gets boring after a while. after that we were supposed to play cs, but me, grace, timo and zengwei had to go. ate at al-amin prata place (if that is how you spell it), ate nasi goreng ikan bilis. the milo dinosaur there is also nice and worth it. after that, me and timo headed to meet the rest. went to crescent for some concert thingaling, which was initially supposed to be free but in the end me and timo did a good deed. went with timo, sirhan. jiayi, lydia, sarina and two of their friends. crescent looks wierd inside. haha. oh and sirhan wants his ass massaged. at the start of the concert it was damn funny. they introduced this girl who would be singing evanescence's bring me to life. so she stepped out, and the music start playing. the starting music and all that gave me and timo the impression that it would be a promising performance. i expected like an amy lee voice or something. but when she opened her mouth, everything went really bad. our impressions were totally false.  timo put it correctly, she was off-tune, off-timing and had a bad voice. but since were had so high expectations, when she started singing, it was the total opposite, so much that it was hillarious. she sounded really bad that it was funny. me and timo were laughing like mad. i laughed till i teared i think. and the last time i did that was at mr beans movie. that girl has some standards. it was quite a comedy, the starting performance. had a good laugh. the rest of the performances were pretty bad. i dont think crescent girls can sing. haha. oh and timo found a hot new imported girl. haha. hes going freestyle tonight. haha. well. after the thing we all headed to the tanglin macs, which closed. so we had to walk to the forum macs which was 24 seven. we all chatted abit, some topics about ang mors, christians, and hiajing (timo you know what i'm talking about HAHA). well after that we all headed home. it was a pretty well spent friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7708106814672129750?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-4076845359290671219</id><published>2007-04-12T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:47:11.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYSTERIA.</title><content type='html'>quite a relaxing day at school today, dont know why. it felt not that stress. pe was 5 stations i totally sucked. except shuttle run, with my second timing. which i got a shock how much improved since the last time. well everything else sucks ( i hate standing broad jump). well. after school i went out with grace. its our 14 months. ate the andersen's ice cream, now i feel quite sick of it. haha. but cookies and cream rocks. walked around abit and headed home. it was raining like fuck and the decision to take 56 all the way to bishan was not a good one. well. things didnt go exactly very smoothly for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH I CAN SMELL THE FUCKING WEEKENDS ITS COMING. SNIFF IT IN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-4076845359290671219?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/4076845359290671219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=4076845359290671219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4076845359290671219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4076845359290671219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/hysteria.html' title='HYSTERIA.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-4014093232330979586</id><published>2007-04-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:23:25.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCKY, BUMPY, ROCKY.</title><content type='html'>wednesday, the best day in my timetable. 2 hour break before chinese. slacked at the library. chinese is absolutely shit. i learn nothing, everyone slacks the lesson away. today i tried to convince her to have her "birthday party" because it was her birthday this week. apparently it didn't work out. haha. well. after that another 30 mins before econs lecture. where the theory of the allocated seats were fucked upside down inside out. the guy went mad. haha. he was panting as he lectures. it was quite funny actually, i think he studied econs till he went mad. he gave like the exact locations of the restaurants and stuff, it was quite entertaining. hes a pretty good lecturer though. well. after that was project work where almost nothing was accomplished. after that, woopdeedo. schools out bitches. cooking club at 330, where we learned how to cook soba. haha. i swear it is so fucking slack, it is the best cca ever. go there. watch people cook or cook. eat. end. you dont get this slack shit at secondary school. after that was sa vs cj rugby match. og7 came back to watch it. so did meishan. the score was 22 - 5, cj lost. a nice game though. well. after that we all went to macs. joshua the ogl came with us too. then we slacked at the playground with the huge climbing thing, opp the potong pasir macs. haha its fun to climb it. nice place to chill. it was great to see everyone again. havent seen some of them in a while. it was nice to see them again. had fun hanging with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, of to do my fucking PI. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-4014093232330979586?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/4014093232330979586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=4014093232330979586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4014093232330979586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4014093232330979586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/rocky-bumpy-rocky.html' title='ROCKY, BUMPY, ROCKY.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-8424751211911705189</id><published>2007-04-10T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:54:32.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK THE SILENCE.</title><content type='html'>tiring day today. packed with lessons. stress stress. econs test on friday too. damn that sucks. i really need a break. maybe someone important can die or something and we can have a 3 day holiday or something. oh and my gp teacher, REALLY SUCKS. my god her lessons are damn lousy. i want a new teacher, bad. i am scared she will fuck up my gp. fuck. the history notes here dont seem that good, but the results are great, i hope everything will come together. the work is really starting to piss me off. there is always so much to do. its fucking endless. econs is asking for so many damned essays. i dont understand math. i am missing secondary school and first 3 months. oh and natalie has very black hair and is scared of lizards. hahaha. well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate grumpy old bitches. the fucking kiasu grumpy old ladies really suck. almost every morning, i see this grumpy bitch. who fights to get on the 13 first, fights for the seats, and when she has no seats, she stares and people with them like shes asking for them. you see her you surely very buay song, especially in the damned mornings. i think some old people can really suck. they are too much sometimes, and they are FUCKING kiasu and it makes you wanna slap their saggy faces. i am not being rude or anything, but some old fuckers can be a pain in the ass. i mean even though your old and shit, and you have problems blah blah, you dont have to go that extent, always being kiasu, and always expecting some special treatment. well, i think you can endure a simple bus ride without a seat right? i mean they have been standing up for like what, 80 years? well, some old people are really weak and stuff and they need it, and they dont behave like that. those are the people who really need the help and the seats. so give away your seats wisely. dont give them away to grumpy bitches, and grumpy bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-8424751211911705189?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/8424751211911705189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-8420373318980297415</id><published>2007-04-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:38:10.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND I LIVE FOR THE FUCKING WEEKENDS.</title><content type='html'>oh gosh, monday's a bitch. its damn mood-killer. well. school was as boring as hell. i am tired. sick of studying. had to present during mrs rams class, and she keeps asking me so many questions, and asks so much. haha. well, i skipped math and had a 3 and a half hour break well spent at the library. mr lee also didnt come (bless the heavens), and econs vanished. so didnt really have much lessons today. pe sucked, 2.4. tired to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i only want the weekends, I LIVE FOR THEM. school sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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WEEKENDS.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-2175908249605610790</id><published>2007-04-08T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:02:07.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN'T STOP.</title><content type='html'>had a good time last night. in the afternoon i went to study with grace at her place, since she couldn't leave the house cause of her eye (no dirty thoughts you bastards.) max, her dog is very cute. after that i left for home, slacked around bathed and changed and headed to church. amy asked me to come early, to help out or something, and i came early for shit. there was nothing to do and i was surrounded by people which i totally do not click with. so i grabbed an umbrella and left to eat prata by myself. it was better than being stuck there. well. we attended the baptism mass for a while (i emphasize, a while.) then me damian adam ambrose and his friend franko left for eskibar@holland v. very cool place. also in the literal sense. ambrose's friends were there, made some new friends, real friendly cool guys. we opened a bottle of absolute, cause smirnoff was out. it was good still. had nice drinks, nice company, and nice soccer to watch at a nice place. although, i was seriously engulfed in smoke the whole time. you have no idea how much they smoke. haha. we played this game in the cold room, which is a part of the bar which is totally made out of ice. we all had to put our hands on the bar table, which is made outta ice. and the first guy who cant take it, has to drink. haha. had fun. damian and wayne lost a round each. haha. its fucking pain when you put it there for damn long. it goes numb. haha. its a fun game. well after that we left for clark quay to meet al and her friends and kevin to drink. there was alot of complications. and it was kinda fucked for a while, but in the end we ended at sahara. another slack place. there was drinks once again, and this time some shesha ( i dont know how ot spell it). adam got high. haha. had fun there too. after everything we left and i cabbed home with al and her friend cindy. well. had a real good time. nice to have good fun in the midst of the hectic life in jc. maybe this should be a weekly thing. well i am fucking proud of myself. i totally fought off the strong temptation to smoke and do shesha. but with my strong will, i didnt. woohoo. OH YES JESUS LOVES ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today i went to mass. ate at conrad hotel for lunch. oysters and lobsters, yeah baby. was stuffed to the max. went home, did one econs essay, and it was soccer with the chs boys. haha. was fun. nice to see them all again. had fun playing soccer. june we will go back to cat high for a wild night out i hope. haha. well. its soccer next week again with timos friends, field soccer 11 on 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to fucking school tomorrow. fucking sian. hope next weekend will be fun too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2175908249605610790?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/2175908249605610790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5564865691782254326</id><published>2007-04-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:42:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD FRIDAY?</title><content type='html'>well well it is good friday today. haha. for you guys who dont know what it is. its the day jesus died for all of us. woke up happily at 130pm today, mass was at 3. it was an extremely long mass, like damn long. 2hrs plus. and there was alot of kneeling and standing. during the mass, grace's eye problem got really bad. it looked bad. emergency 911. when the mass ended i went with her to SGH to find out what the problem was. she was in real big pain. it looked damn bad. the SGH is damn slow la. we went to the emergency block, and like it was damn slow. i cant imagine a person with an immediate emergency turning up. he would have like died like 8 times before he could meet the doctor. had to wait for about 1 and a half hours before we could see the doctor. using this really cool machine thingaling, he found out the problem. there were many tiny abrasions on her left eye, caused by contact lens. gotta suck. she got some meds and she was looking much better. i was relieved. she was scared she would go blind. so good news, grace is not going to be one eye blind (: well, that shows that contacts suck. well i am thankful i have perfect eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry yixiang, jiayi, and lydia for pangsehing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after emergency 911, my dad picked me from the hospital. ta pau-ed curry rice and came home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5564865691782254326?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-8083037372804091191</id><published>2007-04-06T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:48:25.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THOSE WERE THE DAYS.</title><content type='html'>today was the last day before our long weekend. school was as usual. just that in gp. you could say, it was something different. my gp totally sucks, and she has very boring lessons. i really hope something happens that change teacher, or i get pushed into accelerated program, or she suddenly becomes a remarkable teacher. cause i really want an a for gp. and i am forced to count on her. compared, to mr randy (my first three months teacher), her lessons are totally not fruitful/engaging/interesting at all. they are boring and pointless in fact. i have learned, nothing. no discussions on issues, no presentations blah blah. well. since her lesson was so boring. i decided to piss her off and bring about some laughter in the class. so i played dumb, gave her stupid answers to her questions. like i answered her question with words from the question. i kept on doing it till she got ticked and told me off. i didnt really hear what she was saying. well. then once, this guy. ahmad, or azul or some shit. said "wah funny sia" it a fucking sarcastic manner, after i said some stupid comments. i supposed he was ticked off because i denied him his "learning experience" or something. i was quite pissed at it and really wanted to whack him. but taking into consideration my future, and fighting = getting expelled, and i dont want that. well. maybe next week la, ill just disturb him and find trouble with him first, and maybe a fight might start. let me describe this stupid bastard to you. he is a malay guy, he looks like a nerd (seriously big time) and he looks abit gay. his cheeks are hugely populated with red pimples, and his face is damn red. he apparently has a stupid mouth, and something needs to be done. if people make comments he will always have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have a plan for him. i think i shall disturb him since he offended me like that which was totally uncalled for, cant you just laugh at the fucking joke and shut your trap? well. since he is a fucking bastard, it leaves me no choice, but to laugh at him cause of his red face. got many things to laugh about it. like. how come your face so red ah? your cheeks tomato fields ah, can grow tomatoes? i think today you are having a multiple cropping, since is so fucking red today. i think ah, if you really serious about growing the tomatoes, you just rub some fertilizer or your fathers shit on your face, and maybe those little baby rotten tomatoes on your face, can grow into big juicy ones. yep thats it. i am looking forward to  saying it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, away from the topic of red-faced ahmad. after school i went to macs with yixiang aza and cynthia. we chatted for abit, then i left for home. bathed, changed, and left to meet vanessa ll jane sherman and celine at j8. chatted for awhile then vanessa sherman celine left. then the 3 of  us chatted even more then i had to go. it was nice, to catch up abit. then after that i left to meet jiayi saylay mc lydia timo sirhan for dinner. we ate at pizza hut and talked for quite a while. we were talking about ghost stories and stuff. haha. jiayi was scared so she just listened to her ipod. haha. then we left after that. lydia was scared to go home alone. no one was free to accompany her. well, had a good time talking and stuff. then after that, i headed to dxo to drink with grace damian alessa ambrose andrew and his friend. the drinks are cheap there. well, the sad thing is that we got busted. they took some of our ics and photocopied it or something. then we finished all the drinks and left. it killed the mood, the fucking bouncer was damn kaopeh. after that, damian was a little bit loopy, haha. ambrose also. well. after that i sent grace home, and went home in a cab, i was abit scared of walking that stupid long road alone, after hearing the ghost stories. the uncle let me have a ride for 4 bucks. haha. ah well. quite a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ahmad is a tomato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-8083037372804091191?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/8083037372804091191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=8083037372804091191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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helped me understand summation much better. econs lecture was cut in half by mr lees bad temper. its funny how he always gets angry every time. and he walks in a circle around the lecture, but walking out, and coming in the other way. haha. after that was a waste of time at pw. and then schools out bitches. had cooking club. its damn slack. i think i can get exco. HAHA. there are only 3 boys. me joe and quanjun. haha. we surely in exco. haha. played some stupid dough game then me joe and grace left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to meet my good old og7 and old sa pals. played pool. its really nice to see them all again. but today it wasnt like as fun as last time. maybe cause not everyones here and the new people just feel different. its not that they suck or something its just wierd. i dont really know them. so its wierd. well. i really miss the 1st 3 months in sa. the life i lived, the environment, and the times i have had with my og there. there seemed to be no worries and everyday was so relaxed. i enjoy the times we've had, chilling at the mattress, chatting at the cafe, playing bridge snapjack assasin at the tac, slacking at the gallery, playing soccer with everyone, folding hearts at the gallery, skipping a whole day of lessons so we can hang out together, going to school just to have fun with no worries, skipping school so we would hang out, touching johns botak head, skipping tutorials with timo and dae, going to macs and climbing over the fence, mahjong madness at ll's and colleens, mahjong at vanessas park, pool, cycling at east coast, queuing for donuts, prank calls, going out together, the bbq at sarinas place. i have had memories that i really miss. i have made friends that i feel attached to. its quite sad that there is no more of this life. the fairy tale is over. its funny how i can make such great friends in the period of 3 months. and i feel so attached to them that its so different in sa without some of them. at least some of them are still here but its just not the same. i would turn back time to relive my first 3 months if i could. i had great time. although i kinda like my class now but i still miss those times badly. i hope that all my friends i've made will not drift away, because i don't let go of friends easily. i will always remember the memories i've had and the friends i've made. its really been a hell of a great time, my first 3 months. og 7 and a 07. i'm really going to miss the fuck out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to fucking life. the serious studies and the pressure of jc is starting to press on me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine if grace wasnt here in sa with me. i think i'd die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss my secondary school friends too. the brothers i have made in the land of green shorts and poky metal buttons. all those great times and memories, those times of trouble and havok, the times of what youth is really all about, the soccer, the times we've chilled, the drinks, and of course the wild nights out. i kind of miss secondary school life, the environment, the teachers, the friends. the routine the the daily life we used to have. we cut queues, played soccer, smashed things, busted lockers, sprayed extinguishers, shook vending machines, got in trouble, broke things, been rude to teachers, pissed them off, broke into school at night, the times where rules meant so little to us. we were 4-7. we were the wildest boys they had. the life for a 4-7 wild boy, i miss indeed. hope to meet up with my 4-7 brothers soon for some soccer, and hopefully another break into school for new memories. (and videos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-3035129598972644551?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/3035129598972644551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=3035129598972644551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/3035129598972644551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/3035129598972644551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-all-these-times.html' title='FOR ALL THESE TIMES.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-4033991482278096245</id><published>2007-04-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:49:10.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY'RE GONNA CLEAN UP YOUR LOOKS, WITH ALL THE LIES AND THE BOOKS.</title><content type='html'>well. another stereotypical day in school. its tutorial lecture tutorial lecture. so much. okay from 1st 3 months till now. for history. i know SHIT about it. nothing. zilch, kosong. i am scared. i have so much to catch up for history and i am so lazy to even start. well. i am worrying more and more whether i will succeed in jc. i havent had a wake up call yet. ah fuck. well. today at history tutorial it was quite funny. kaijie and zengwei copied my work. and that question answer was wrong. then when yixiang read it out. it sounded funny. so they laughed. then kaijie never stop. so he got punished. face the wall or something. after class my yoong talked to them. one part i over heard it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you want to step on my toes, i will crush your toes." hahaha. i imagined him like. one day you accidentally step on his leg and he just stomps yours. haha. mr yoong is a good teacher. but he is not a man to be jiggled with. haha. i dont want to be his enemy on be on his "radar screen" hes a good teacher but he can make life tough for you if he hates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i had half price waffles with grace. at gelare. they make nice waffles and ice cream. then we went to kino where we read magazines and stuff for free before we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. og outing tmr! havent got to see my good old og7 in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-4033991482278096245?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/4033991482278096245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=4033991482278096245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4033991482278096245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/4033991482278096245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/04/theyre-gonna-clean-up-your-looks-with.html' title='THEY&apos;RE GONNA CLEAN UP YOUR LOOKS, WITH ALL THE LIES AND THE BOOKS.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-8720443245676223277</id><published>2007-04-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:43:31.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MESMERISE, TAKE IT IN.</title><content type='html'>well its the monday fucking blues. today was a rather good day though. mrs ram didnt come so we had a damn long break cause some of us skipped math lecture. there was still studying and work though. pe was a fucking 10 rounds which turned out not to be so bad! i wasnt really that tired cause we could jog at our own pace. instead of being confined to a certain time. well. it was a long day today. after everything, yixiang, jia yi, lydia and i went to macs to slack. joel also joined us for a while. had a good chat with them. and no, i am not like mr bean -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am starting to feel sick of this jc life. like the studying and shit. i am really quite tired of it. well i dont think poly would be good for me too. so i'll have to stick with it. won't it be great to win toto, 50 million. and i can quit life. live on my winnings for 30 years with a luxurious lifestyle, and just die in my sleep. this is not the singaporean dream, but this is abel's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant we be like australia? welfare state. government pays for your shit, you slack at home and enjoy. maybe if i become prime minister. oh yea i can see it now. the glitz, the glamour, and me on tv in 3 different languages for the national day rally. me waving to the crowd on national day. oh yea i can see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mr lee kuan yew, if you read this, don't arrest me or something. your cool man. just like lim bo seng.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also fear i will have great trouble balancing my time in jc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, work is calling on me and i have to fucking have to pick up. its a call i am forced to answer. the BURNS of the singapore education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i need a wild night out again with my secondary buddies to destress. hope to meet up with you guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-8720443245676223277?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/8720443245676223277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=8720443245676223277' title='0 Comments'/><link 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KID.</title><content type='html'>well. the weekends have come to an end. woke up late and was late for mass. today's palm sunday, so the gospel was like 7 pages long. it was so long i was tired from standing up. after that ate and good old hooked on heads. where they serve curry fish head and chinese dishes. damn full. my family of 3 eats eight dishes. while this family of 5 next to us ate 5. haha. well after that i went home to do econs and then headed out to meet grace for a while before i went to grandmas. usual grandmas place routine, slack, talk, eat, go home. fuck la its monday again. thinking about it makes you want to scream fuck sia out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; econs is really sucko fucko, taking up alot of time and effort. i still have another essay to write. fuck. i am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-2069638425854805643?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-4156499270981947573</id><published>2007-03-31T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:57:32.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, AND YOU SEE NOTHING.</title><content type='html'>wah. weekends. ticking away fucking fast. tomorrows sunday already. bitching shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lets start with friday. school ended at 330. with a big fucking thanks to the horrible h1 timeslot positioning. school's supposed to end at 1230, but no. h1 HAD to start at 230. well. school ended and i went out with grace before heading to penitential service at church. i have repented for my sins. i am what you would call a brand new man. after that met my og7 for supper. john the once botak head has now has longer hair then me. and he couldnt stop laughing for a while. didn't really get to catch up with everyone, the tables were long, not circular. headed home. a rather well spent day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. woke up at 1045 to meet the church boys, ben damian gareth at the church stop where we headed to queensway. the timing was supposed to be meet at 11 but damian pushed it to 1130. and with-no-surprise, he was late still. we headed off to queensway where we walked around. damian and gareth got their boots. helped damian bargain for his pair. didnt really get to bargain with the indian fella mending the stall. my bargaining tactics didnt really work today. first he typed 26 on his calculator, then passed it to me. i then pressed minus 6 on the calculator and gave it back to him. he pressed delete and typed in 26 again stubbornly ( you know how they are.) so once again i took it back and minused 5 from it and got 21. he said nothing and told damian to try the size, in the end he ended up paying 26. fucking bastard. well. after that we headed to ikea to buy the fantastically priced 1 dollar hotdogs. we all had two each. headed to good old west united near church for lan. played battlefield where plenty of backstabbing and fights for the plane were present. and c&amp;amp;c where the afgans got owned. (terrorism is a failing cause.) after that i went home to sleep before i met grace and we went for dinner at longhouse. where the goreng pisang was closed when i wanted to buy it. we went to watch the liverpool game at redline. a good game it was. score was 4-1 liverpool. thank god i didnt bet. enjoyed the game. i sent her home where we enountered the scary poster with the girl with mouth cancer advertising anti-smoking. haha we were scared of her face. after that i got home. and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs is calling out to me, two fucking essays to do. but for now i shall just show econs the middle finger and a sign which says tomorrow. for i am tired. looking forward to soccer tomorrow with the secondary boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-4156499270981947573?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-1630487321451767984</id><published>2007-03-29T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:58:53.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A STORM IN THE HEAD.</title><content type='html'>pe was wild style today. 3 round 1 min 40 seconds each. real wild. god i have not run for so long so it was really hard. the guys seemed really half dead after the run. i think i need to get fit. and my class has some fit girls. almost like boy standards for running. after that was lessons and school ended at 330 for me. nothing much. not really a good day for me, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm just not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-1630487321451767984?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/1630487321451767984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=1630487321451767984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1630487321451767984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/1630487321451767984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/03/storm-in-head.html' title='A STORM IN THE HEAD.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-687435483523413950</id><published>2007-03-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:13:28.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN, A KITKAT.</title><content type='html'>HAHA I NEED TO BLOG ABOUT THIS. i saw this drumstick ad. where this guy sees a drumstick. then inside it has a kit kat. but its a new flavour he didn't know. so he told his friend about it. then he thought it dropped inside or something. then his friend was like. hurry go go go. before security catch them. then they walked out of the shop, thinking the kitkat was some freebie. it is my new favourite advertisment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont think its funny, watch the ad. it doesnt sound as good there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you still dont think its funny, FUCK YOU. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-687435483523413950?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/687435483523413950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=687435483523413950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/687435483523413950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/687435483523413950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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only be resting my head, but i fell into my minds trap, and sleep took over me. haha. i was awoken by sarina, where i was hit with the news that we were all kicked out of class. the entire last row, about 7 people including me, and also natalie one row infront, were kicked out. of the 8, 6 were asleep, and 2 were busy chatting. indeed the remarkable effects of education. a "learning journey", i must say. and in great contrast, after we got sent out, the desire to sleep had just faded away. amazing. after another 30min break it was econs lecture. i had harnessed my energy before that, so i stayed wide awake during the lecture. yixiang and saylay were dozing off and it looked quite funny. haha. well we all look like that while we are raging the war against the urge to fall alseep. well i didnt really get the lecture although i was awake, sheesh. after that was project work, where we were expected to brainstorm by ourselves cause the teacher didnt give us our groups. so i dont think it would be called "brainstorming". i would call it a braindrizzle. haha. but 5 braindrizzles together should give you a brainstorm. and 10 together maybe a braintsunami or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. schools out then. but had cca fair. i had joined 3 different ccas. cooking club. library. and fitness club. cooking clubs on wed. once a week. cook. go home. a blessed cca. i joined library after convinced by the too-awesome-to-be-passed-off promises. she told us that library was an hour a week, anyday i want. and i would become ex-co, and we given a fantastic testimonial. an offer i just could not resist. but if i found out she was full of empty promises, i was like shelve all the books wrongly for her so she can arrange it. fitness club on friday got a guy who will come in to train us, which is just what i need as i am terribly unfit. jane and nessa came back to sa today. we chatted and stuff. slacked about. then me and grace left before it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep thats all, another day ahead tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-6722306640123938837?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/6722306640123938837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=6722306640123938837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/6722306640123938837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/6722306640123938837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/03/fade-in-fade-out.html' title='FADE IN, FADE OUT.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5082007481110293060</id><published>2007-03-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:50:53.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM SHAKALAKA.</title><content type='html'>well i had to fill in this pe form or something. so last night i asked my mom what blood group i am in. she was like. s. then i was like. what the fuck is group s? she was like s, s for stupid -.- and she laughed at her own lame joke. then i wanted to tell her she was in group b, b for bitch. but i figured if i said that i would get scolded. then while she was still thinking she was the comedian of the year, she decided to tell me more of her "hillarious" jokes. she says, what do you call a deer with no eye? no eye deer. (and she laughs again, alone.) what do you call a deer with no eye and not moving?still no eye deer (woohoo, funnnny.) so i just sit there and give her a stupid expression. still in false delusion, she decided to continue. she asked me. where does a dog go when hes sick? i got confused with the horsespitial joke, so i said, the dogspitial. when the answer was the dogtor (oh god.) so my mother laughed maniacally and didnt stop for a while. my gosh, shes so retarded. when you hear those jokes, it makes you just wanna say fuck you, but i cant cause shes my momma. ah well. thats my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i have been beat to the ground again by the timetables. NOW, FRIDAY ENDS AT 330 FOR ME. h1 has jsut been thrown in. and its from 230-330. when i was supposed to end at 1230. MOTHERFUCK. i found out the horrid truth in chinese, and boy did i want to scream FUCK really loudly but i had to hold it in. self control. man the timetables ARE FUCKED UP. hardcore lessons till 430 today and a bunch went to catch the game of rugby. sas vs acsi. exciting. saw some dirty moves. haha. sneaky bastards. one guy punched another fellow and walked away. haha. ruby is nice to watch. good game. looking forward to watch the sajc games. haha. well i am off. got fuckin econs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked hair, fucked timetable. ah bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5082007481110293060?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5082007481110293060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5731663274254287410</id><published>2007-03-26T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:35:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CURSE OF THE LATE TIMETABLES.</title><content type='html'>today morning i was greeted with a spectacular surprise. i end at 5 for like monday tuesday and thursday. which is really bitching. wed i end at 130 while friday i end at 1230. and we i think i got cca. so this really sucks. reaching home at like 6 sucks big time man. once again bad luck has reared its ugly head at me. i was cussing and swearing the entire morning to make myself feel better. well lady like must have smiled at me for a little while today. bless the heavens, my econs teacher is not fucking mrs wong (oh yes jesus loves me.) i got the man lecturer, the guy wearing specs and looks crazy from economics. hes a good teacher and i am so damn happy i didnt get mrs wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today grace has been invigorated by the bad luck streak we are having. she spilled curry on herself and shes looking really pissed. and she lost her wallet. but she was lucky and her friend found it. what was unlucky is that she has a really really dumb friend. he found her wallet. forgot about it. put it in his bag. and forgot to tell her. what a bloody moron. well she was looking annoyed the entire time since the moment i met her. ah well. hope our bad luck goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of econs, i've got work to do. i don't want to be adding this new guy to the teachers-who-dislike-me list. i think its a pretty long list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5731663274254287410?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-5416413075315840671</id><published>2007-03-25T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:08:39.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH, IT BURNS.</title><content type='html'>woke up today for mass. once again i received the much-expected comments about my hair from church friends. man this hair is really pissing me off. i am desperately trying to grow it quickly, with rather feeble attempts with some hair growth tonic. there is indeed a drop in the confidence level. fucking bastards cut my hair. i hope they accidentally burn their hair at a barberque or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to queensway today with dad and mom. got a pair of sports shoes and shorts. heading of for soccer to meet my secondary school bros. once again i am expecting the same comments about the hair. i can see it now. "HAHAHAHA YOUR HAIR SUCKS" "FUCK YOU YOUR HAIR SUCKS" i can definitely see it now -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into slightly deeper thought. why do boys have to have short hair cuts? its really retarded i really wonder whos the fucker who came up with that stupid rule. so boys can look neat? look tidy? what is the purpose of looking neat in the first place? looking neat doesnt mean your actually smart. you can get this super neat pressed pants guy who is a big dumbass and compare him with a fellow who looks like he lives on the streets but is a genius. and the genius would obviously do better in school and stuff. so neatness = bullshit. if everyone in school a had sloped hair. and everyone in school b looked like homeless guys. school b would still be better than school a. so why the fuck do we have to have short hair? it doesnt change you in any way. it doesnt make you smarter. does the school want to win the neatest school award or some shit? or beat the world record for most sloped-hairstyle-boys in a single educational institution? fuck no. so making us cut hair is totally pointless. ah you fucking bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah im fed up with the fucking rules, and my hair. everyone pray that my hair grows very fast please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-5416413075315840671?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/5416413075315840671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=5416413075315840671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5416413075315840671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/5416413075315840671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah-it-burns.html' title='AH, IT BURNS.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951598159712884425.post-7063503979024023335</id><published>2007-03-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T01:35:33.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE GOES.</title><content type='html'>ah, the smell of a new blog? rubbish. blogs have no damned smell. well i thought i might give a shot at having a blog. gives me something to do if i am bored. but i might not be updating as much if i'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, let me tell you about a life changing experience which has just occurred to me. its has everything to do with my hair. yes, h-a-i-r. i have to really thank the SA discipline committee for fucking it up real bad. they have an extremely bad choice of hair cutters to call in. some slacker wearing a plain shirt and baggy jeans. for about two years i have not heard the dreadful sound of the shaver to my ears. and boy its bad i tell you. eahhhhhh eahhhh eahhhh, like the devil or something. and with a simple swish, it murders my hair. ah the burns. now my hair is graced with a hill on my fucking head where i have a slope. like abel hill or something on the back of my head. i told the guy, "abang, relax on my hair la." and this is what the bastard left me with. there is another answer to why i have this slope on my head. while lining up. i could not control my mouth once again. and i went up to the dm and told him. "eh sir, i cut your hairstyle la. nicest la your hair." and he to no surprise got fucking pissed. and from one of the last in line. an extremely ticked off guy pulled me to the front and asked my hair to be cut extra short (you fucking bastard) well i've heard that he is a nice man, and i shall give him a chance la. well. i am also extremely unlucky that my hair has been cut. me and my pal joseph have initially escaped the haircheck and were sitting on the toliet floor (we looked like the fella in the sony advertisement) and i thought i was home-free. i opened the lecture door to the first lecture and put one foot in. then. "eh boy?! how come you didnt get caught?? your hair is outrageously long." two pe teachers caught my ass. sidetracking from the story. i personally feel that pe teachers are the worst kind of teachers (no offence, there are alot of nice slack pe teachers out there). there are only troubled with the task of watching classes run and play soccer so they are easily bored. and this tends to make them want to feel more used and self-appoint themselves as discipline teachers and take joy in catching boys like me (you bastards.) okay back to the story. they dragged me back to the dm. and they took my ez link card, forcing me into a corner. i could have just ran away, but i didn't want to complicate these two years in my jc life. low profile low profile. dont want to be having secondary school again wouldn't we. well and so my hair is now gone with the wind. and i am left here feeling really fucked off about it. 2 months before its better. and the thing is. after that i had no more lessons. so i only came to school to get my hair cut. and putting it this way it makes me want to say FUCK, extremely loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, my bad luck has shown its ugly face again. i fell into some dirty water (i am praying it is not some piss or something) while playing soccer. forcing me to go home and change. then i headed off to queensway with grace. she bought a bottle, finding out that it had a wierd hidden design after she bought it. haha. i bought a ball and a shoebag. then we went to marina bay for dinner. ate the buffet thing. ate alot of stuff. grace is scared of live prawns. haha. it sucks to be a prawn. 90% chance you are gonna get eaten. hahaha. like imagine when you are born you look at those little feeler things (legs?) or whatever and you gotta know you are fucked. haha. got to suck to be a prawn. well there was this last prawn. boy he was a fighter. but i cooked him and ate him. haha. maybe he was the boss prawn or something. haha. he's in me now. foods good, drinks terribly overpriced. overall it was a good day, enjoyed myself except for the falling into dirty water part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i will be off now. got mass tomorrow which i dont think i will be paying attention at. i hope my streak of bad luck ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951598159712884425-7063503979024023335?l=yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/feeds/7063503979024023335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951598159712884425&amp;postID=7063503979024023335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7063503979024023335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951598159712884425/posts/default/7063503979024023335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-goes.html' title='HERE GOES.'/><author><name>abel.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04940912077269198972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
