<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31399554</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:16:41.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>junkia!</title><subtitle type='html'>junkia rocks your socks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31399554.post-5412394935613691519</id><published>2007-09-11T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:45:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have moved! cos blogger sucks. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junkia.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-5412394935613691519?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/5412394935613691519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=5412394935613691519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/5412394935613691519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/5412394935613691519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-moved-cos-blogger-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-8788455461300865555</id><published>2007-07-19T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:25:21.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=cj2b8o1cyb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-8788455461300865555?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/8788455461300865555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=8788455461300865555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/8788455461300865555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/8788455461300865555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/07/httpvideo.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-3241013136848364466</id><published>2007-07-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:30:43.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DANIELSOON scored an IMBA outerfoot goal against ursa the other day during interhouse finals. fucking gay. wah dan you should have seen the teachers looks. all the house masters and some pe teachers sit there and just like, wah. gay. nice man. i see you haven't lost your touch! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i suddenly realise my life is damn boring. everyday go school, finish shcool go library mug till six, library closes, then go downtown mug again until 9. buey tahan. next week i shall cut down. rest more. maybe no more downtown. this is the first time i've come online in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh anyway i've started running and gymming again. light one lah not as intense, must study, but must stay healthy! anyway suddenly become scrawny scrawny very weird. no muscles alr very sad. haha. used to it lah! very ego i know. i shall avert the muscles topic. i also think im starting to think like a girl. after stopping kayaking i keep thinking im fat. nobody believes me! but my legs are fat! haha. wah gay. dunno lah pun also dun believe me. but i AM fat! i have to run it off. whoo! run run run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-3241013136848364466?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/3241013136848364466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=3241013136848364466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3241013136848364466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3241013136848364466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/07/danielsoon-scored-imba-outerfoot-goal.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-1096040927875653832</id><published>2007-07-11T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:38:53.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha yes huayshan. now i look at that post, i also dun care alr. retarded lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary is cool. we have similarities. a lot of similarities. haha. wew ere talking about relationships when i realised how many things we had in common. made me feel a lot better talking about everything also. yeah should talk more to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thoroughly disappointed with my results man. i got what, 29 for math? at this rate im gonna fail A levels. at least i know it was because i didnt study enough. and i was quarelling with someone before the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem i got 48. fuck. and i sttudied nothing but chem for the first two weeks of the holiday. completely retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. there's too much anger in my blog. Shoo! Steer away! do not let all this anger affect you! haha. all of you, mug hard now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-1096040927875653832?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/1096040927875653832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=1096040927875653832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/1096040927875653832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/1096040927875653832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-yes-huayshan.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-6553840520116196473</id><published>2007-07-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:41:27.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf my mum is a bitch i cannot stand it. seriously, for those of you who've read my blog before sometime ago there was a post about my mum being a bitch also. it has occurred many many times from, then till now, i just cannot stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, we went out, the whole family, and fiona joined us after everything. when she was gonna go home, from my house, i realised i could not find my wallet. i found it eventually. but the thing was, in between when i left the room and i said i couldnt find the wallet my mum already started a scolding frenzy, when i wasnt even sure if i really lost it. cos i was sure i brought it home, just dunno where i left it. but i was accused of losing it IMMEDIATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lose your wallet again!"&lt;br /&gt;"why always lose your wallet"!( i havent lost it in dunno how long)&lt;br /&gt;"wah lau i just gave you money only lose it alr!"&lt;br /&gt;"play play play only know how to play!"&lt;br /&gt;"play finish alr then find!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these while giving a fucking angry face that i would have punched if i wasn;t looking for the wallet. then she started scolding me for random stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CLOSE THE DOOR LAH THE AIRCON ALL LEAKING OUT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was fucking screaming. im quite sure my neighbour could hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the door was hardly open. to get a clear picture of how "open" it was, push your door all the way to almost closing, but dun turn the knob. so the only thing that is stopping the door from fully closing is the latch thing. basically the gap in between is what, less than 1cm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reply? a civilised "a little bit only what so angry for what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the finale. i found it, went out and said, "NAH SEE! its here what! scream so much for what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she fucking unleashed hell with her throat with all the shouting and screaming, fiona was so scared she didnt even dare to see her. wtf? she just fucking screamed a hell lot of stuff i didnt even know what she was saying but i didnt care too cos i knew she was on one of those retarded rampages again, she just wasnts to win. hello, i found my wallet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously my mum has an attitude problem. firstly she has always doted on my sis and she's the spoilt child, everything she does is right. my bro and i h ave come to terms with that. recently my bro went through a rough patch and cbecame very detached from the family and treated my parents very badly, now he's back to normal and my mum dotes on him too. he misses family outings, absent for spring cleaning, and our spring cleaning is damn fucking tiring by the way, misses the recent renovation stuff that require a lot of cleaning also. there was this time he told my mum he was gonna come home after a bbq, around 11, then the ywaited for him till 3am, waiting for his reply. when they called him again he scolded them for being stupid and waking him up. they didnt get angry. now they dote on him like fuck also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays im the worst treated one in the family, even though im the most obedient, and study the hardest, in the best school blahblhablha. however treatment since to be inversely proportional to how i treat them. wtf man. seriously today's matter is not very big, but if you get it repeated for 18 years of your life believe me it fuckign pisses you off. i mean, who gets so angry when you havent even confirm that you lost your wallet, and screams and get even angrier when you find it? it all boils down to one thing what. she wasnt happy i said, "nah see! found it what scream so much for what"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACE. NO FACE. if its one thing you need to know about my mum, she's fucking thick skineed, she must win all the quarrels. ask my bro, my sis, or my mum, or her mum or her brothers blahblahblah. everyone knows. plus she hates housework. every little piece of housework that she does, she gets into a really foul mood. we all avoid her when she's doing housework. cos we all know she gets angry. just because she gdoes housework. she scolds ppl for the slightest things then, such as "sit properly lah wh yyour leg on the table!" "watch tv dun make so much noise can a not! then there is ALWAYS a finale, " do housework for you all also so many problem, you all are all damn useless!only know how to create trouble only, can't you all grow up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time all three of us(me my bro my sis) would just sit there dumbfounded, bewildered by her behaviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. my mum's a bitch. end of story. God, if you exist, pls tell her that. thanks. it would make our lives MUCH easier. our referring to the other 4 members of the family.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-6553840520116196473?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/6553840520116196473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=6553840520116196473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6553840520116196473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6553840520116196473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/07/wtf-my-mum-is-bitch-i-cannot-stand-it.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-6450595865116543000</id><published>2007-07-02T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:54:32.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just got the new album by Bon Jovi: Lost Highway, and Jet: Shine on. Lost highway's good! as bon jovi's albums always are, but Have A Nice Day was better. Daniel soon, you want come ask me k! since we are both fans. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly a big fan of Jet yet, but i like some of their songs. besides since im a sucker for slow moving songs, or rather any song that sounds painfully sad, i like their hit, Shine On. Ironically this is the name of their album. and would you know! Their album cover is completely BLACK! shine on my ass now. Maybe cos its supposed to be jet black. haha not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway common tests damn fun hor. chem paper should be banned, its illegal. we're too young to be buying toto. or 4D, whichever you want to call it. same logic anwyay. just anyhow shade. i shall nbot go on and complain about how retarded it was blah blah blah cos it will probably be seen on every single VJC person's blog.i shall do the exact opposite. breace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING GOOD JOB MAN YOU BLOODY NUTCASES! that was the best damn paper i have ever done, COMPLETELY relevant to my future as a ________(fill in your occupation here. anyone. either way my sentence will make sense still.) I think being a pilot/ lawyer/ hotel manager requires the knowledge of chemicals whose names are longer than mine, and thats if you fold that name in half. i think i also need to know how many chiral centres there are to check for optical isomeirsm. maybe there is a certain application in the use of mirrors. If you have a chiral centre, you can see a mirror image in the umm mirror. did you know that??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of my pathetic attempts at humour. screw this. screw you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. to prevent offending a lot of ppl. change that last sentence to screw youSIAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh sorry ah you sian. sacrifice yourself for my greater good. AHHAHAHAHAHAHA. ok now that was funny. and im self entertaining. so goodbye. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-6450595865116543000?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/6450595865116543000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=6450595865116543000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6450595865116543000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6450595865116543000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-just-got-new-album-by-bon-jovi-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-2888413639684496</id><published>2007-06-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:21:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes you sian my blog is dead. cos im damn lazy to update. and i just returned from tioman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tioman SUCKS. its a bloody waste of time if you go with your family. all we did there was eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep etc. the only fun part was snorkelling, which lasted total of an hour tops. after that was back to eating and sleeping. wth man. its my mum's idea of vacation. we can eat and sleep at home also what! seriously if you go tioman, go sth there! not just eat and sleep! and tioman has nth. the only highlight is the snorkelling. i repeat, ONLY highlight. do NOT go to tioman. if you go, make sure you go to the 5 star hotel. its either that, or two other resorts or chalets if you rather, that are somewhere in the middle of the jungle. (wtf). anyway there was a ant NEST in my room. the cleaner came in and exterminated it. and when i woke up the next morning, the empty bed next to me( there were 3 beds, me and my bro shared a room) had like, 43 dead flies on it. i counted. wtf man. and the tv? they've got 7 operating channels, of which 3 are playing the same channel, i think its TV1, and the other 4 operating ones are playing animal planet, ALL AT THE SAME TIME. either that, or AXN, or CineMAX. but they are always playing on all four channels simultaneously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, lucky i brought econs there to mug at night. however due to my useless sense of determination in mugging i only covered 3 chapters in 3 nights.(i only studied at night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i conclude that tioman is a bloofy waste of time. and today i reached singapore, pun left for malaysia today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-2888413639684496?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/2888413639684496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=2888413639684496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2888413639684496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2888413639684496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-you-sian-my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-7445818976616492077</id><published>2007-06-10T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T10:01:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im damn bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-7445818976616492077?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/7445818976616492077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=7445818976616492077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/7445818976616492077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/7445818976616492077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-6338442302798585668</id><published>2007-05-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:27:09.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the ONLY thing i look forward to nowadays is seeing pun. which is only on weekends. but holidays are here! hahaha. wednesday, thursday, then friday full day! so two more days to our holidays. yeahhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-6338442302798585668?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/6338442302798585668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=6338442302798585668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6338442302798585668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6338442302798585668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/05/only-thing-i-look-forward-to-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2615130275201087382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2615130275201087382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-6839398926462433829</id><published>2007-05-14T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:04:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im damn bored. june hols pls come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-31399554.post-3571155852801358846</id><published>2007-05-03T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:13:05.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>done. finished. the end. no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-3571155852801358846?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/3571155852801358846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=3571155852801358846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3571155852801358846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3571155852801358846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/05/done.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-6239468396653542327</id><published>2007-04-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:39:42.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow its been a while. tmr's labour day! fuck yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh daniel, i cant really rmb, but i voted huishuang, kyna, andrea, and 2 other i cant rmb. heh. guys also cant really rmb. i got a feeling george is gonna win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. its been non stop trouble. im very very troubled, kayak boys know. nth to di with kayak. but they know. fuck man. was it all a mistake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-6239468396653542327?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/6239468396653542327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=6239468396653542327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6239468396653542327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6239468396653542327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-5220079004208403665</id><published>2007-04-16T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:20:50.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah faces results are out. i think kyna should have got in. i think andrea dragon should have got in. wtf how can they not get in. i dunno how ppl gonna react to this but i definitely think kyna is top 5 hottest girls in VJ. andrea too. faces of the year anyhow one. and GEORGE FROM MY CLASS GOT IN WTFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha joking lah george this was written purposely to disturb you. ppl vote for george pls. damn handsome. i teach one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-5220079004208403665?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/5220079004208403665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=5220079004208403665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/5220079004208403665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/5220079004208403665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/04/wah-faces-results-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-7000369132278832928</id><published>2007-04-15T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:44:44.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daniel toh: haha yah a lot of daniels. pls diferentiate yourselves from each other. like surname or each other. or use dy/dx. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yousian: later old ah mas come find me how! gay find me how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eujinn: haha alright man. you jiayou too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone. today im not sian alr. for some reason im quite happy with how my life has been going. i think its cos i went out with fiona on thursday and friday. and today met her while i was mugging. a while only but it feels good. conclusion is study hard, train hard, so can go out with her more while not at the expense of studies or training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah national library is IMBA. go there study please all of you it rocks. one of the places i can really study at. onlt thing is if you go late there are no more seats left then you have to end up sitting on the floor. but i think thats why i could study anyway. sitting on a desk makes everything so serious and must sit prim and proper. on the floor you can just leave your legs anywhere and study. since you alr in a mess on the floor and everyone else is like you, you dont really care about what others have to say or think about the way you sit. i comfortable can alr thats all that matetrs. haha. so pls go lie around the national library to study. very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya eh get team bag leh! haha. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full blade in, twist, long pull! rmb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-7000369132278832928?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/7000369132278832928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=7000369132278832928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/7000369132278832928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/7000369132278832928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/04/daniel-toh-haha-yah-lot-of-daniels.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-4870358896358746788</id><published>2007-04-11T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:35:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dan: i'd much rather sleep at home and watch cable or sth. liie, for example, soccer. watch tennis for what! its nice but im not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah im seriously damn bored of school. everyday seems to be a waste of time, just gong through motion. do your work, go school go through, train, go home, do work, talk with fiona, then sleep. repeat. times 365. maybe less cos hols different schedule but basically our life is damn boring. study so hard, get a good job with good pay, work hard. then boring life un til you retire from work. unless you work as a prostitute or sth. then have sex everyday not so boring lah hor. or some wildlife photographer, like, for national geographic and take videos of say, snow leopards in the wild, etc. i want that kind of job, but dunno how to go around getting it. zzz. ANYWAY. we'll all probably end up with a boring desk job and work till we retire. THEN we slack. more than half our life we work hard so we can eventually slack. just slack till we die lah easier. but then not meaningful lah life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah dunno im just damn sian of school. are you sian of school???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-4870358896358746788?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/4870358896358746788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=4870358896358746788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/4870358896358746788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/4870358896358746788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/04/dan-id-much-rather-sleep-at-home-and.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-346558869026056848</id><published>2007-04-10T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:51:03.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school is damn boring. what a revelation. today the imba chem teacher ms toh went through carboxylic acid in one lecture. listen ah, nota bit of it, not a portion of it, but the whole entire fucking topic. in one bloody lesson. what the fuck. i fell asleep after the 2nd or 3rd page. no point listening. not as if anyone would listen. and i was in the front row somemore. in fact, a lot of first row ppl all alseep. from s64 and s53. haha. first row still sleep, imba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. lets have full day tmr or sth so i can have extra sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-346558869026056848?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/346558869026056848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=346558869026056848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/346558869026056848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/346558869026056848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-is-damn-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-2552587925771780544</id><published>2007-04-03T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:45:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok people let's not think about it alr, we must work as a team. as for you, we will all just try to forget that incident. i know you sure come here see sooner or later. since you apologised alr we'll just move on from here. we've got a competition to win. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiong ah chiong ah chiong ah chiong ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be big i want to be fast i want to be big i want to be fast i want to be big i want to be fast i want to be big i want to be fast i want to be big i want to be fast i want to be big i want to be fast i want to be big i want to be fast i want to be big i want to be fast i want to be big i want to be fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also want 4As so i better go mug now. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-2552587925771780544?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/2552587925771780544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=2552587925771780544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2552587925771780544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2552587925771780544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-people-lets-not-think-about-it-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-1219909425729945285</id><published>2007-04-01T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:25:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im very very very very sian alr. pls let all this stop. please. i'll do what i can on my part. God you do your part. i beg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-1219909425729945285?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/1219909425729945285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=1219909425729945285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/1219909425729945285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/1219909425729945285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-very-very-very-very-sian-alr.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-2450522003461931824</id><published>2007-03-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:23:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ruiyi and huayshan you two are fast becoming my two favourite kayakers. haha. don't worry though i believe its more or less blown over i also dun think alr. we should talk nonsense together soon. just sit and talk. i very long never talk to y'all alr. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having probelms everywhere though. hope everything just gets over soon too. for some reason everything in my life right now is kinda like going the wrong way. its sickening. nvm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday yousian! we havent played birthday games yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-2450522003461931824?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/2450522003461931824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=2450522003461931824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2450522003461931824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2450522003461931824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/03/ruiyi-and-huayshan-you-two-are-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-3709377663473133123</id><published>2007-03-25T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:48:08.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. my life is in a mess. it just seems that everyone is against me. what did i do what did i do what did i do wrong? all i wanted was to perform well. i dunno why i couldnt and i still dunno why, and i havent been looking for excuses, never had. all teo said was "put your blade in the water fully! thats why you're not moving" and thats the only reason i can find. if you do know why, pls tell me, cos im pulling my hardest and my fastest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do well and im not lying. i never had, not about this. sigh. believe what you want. though all of you prob dun believe anything i say now. i need to escape all this for a while. im getting very tired from all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. help me pls. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-3709377663473133123?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/3709377663473133123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=3709377663473133123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3709377663473133123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3709377663473133123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-3917883035164550412</id><published>2007-03-22T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:57:19.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha dan you tell her about what? doesnt she know about pun alr? and the canoeing saga all here what everyone also can see, dun worry lah i won't angry or anything. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my common test is seriously fked up. firstly my fault for trying to cram everything one week before it, and secondly cos i was down with dengue and coudlnt rlly mug for it when i have a splitting headache all the time. but damn sian lah i'm gonna work hard. JC LIFE can FUCKING SUCK MY BALLS. i must chiong chiong kayak and studies together. i like the chiong kayak lah but i dun want chiong studies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kfuvhgiorkahgicoehjgxtkiuehtgcroisxpugliuhteiogxsioh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo bian lah mug mug mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-3917883035164550412?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/3917883035164550412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=3917883035164550412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3917883035164550412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3917883035164550412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/03/haha-dan-you-tell-her-about-what-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-1182621845091492999</id><published>2007-03-14T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:23:40.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppl who have been watching the "kayak" saga onfold on my blog, well there's been progress. Mr Teo says he's considering to put me back in cos he says my standard is close to the rest of the guys, and i've been training regularly with the guys alr. everything is looking up, its optimistic and so am i. its one big thing less to worry about now that i noe i have a chance to get back in. right now everything is one big blur and im like, dunno where i stand, cos im doing exactly what everyone lese does but not exactly in the team. but nevertheless! its good news, so damn am i happy. so thanks again to all who tagged. im not gonna say sth gay like "i love all of you muacks muacks muacks" but noe that you're appreciated. thanks again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel and nat if you see this dun give up yet there's still hope, keep whacking, really hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my CTs better all pass cos if i don't, teo probably wont let me back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha im still happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-1182621845091492999?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/1182621845091492999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=1182621845091492999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/1182621845091492999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/1182621845091492999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-ppl-who-have-been-watching-kayak.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-7893177016581173139</id><published>2007-03-04T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:24:59.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ya ppl thanks for the love! truly appreciate it. im all right alr, its been some time. newsflash though, ive been down with dengue for almost a week now without my knowing only found out quite a few days ago when i saw the doctor. anyway just to warn you guys, if you get the following symptoms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a splitting hedache, fever, back pains or anywhere else, rashes, flushed skin(when you press, it turns kinda yellow) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it probably is dengue. fucking sucks the life out of you. cant study, no mood, cant concentrate even if you want to. doc said i could go to the hospital but they would just put you on a drip give you some extra nutrition like vitamins or sth and just let your own immune system do the work. basically the hospital wont do anything. anyway i've recovered now, doc said its cos of a strong immune system. so i'm kinda like, proud of myself for defeating dengue withought medication! heh. sleep LOTS and drink LOTS of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is cool. its a cushion that can change its form like an accordion. its awesome and i want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/7893177016581173139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=7893177016581173139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/7893177016581173139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/7893177016581173139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-ya-ppl-thanks-for-love-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-3264081024191841001</id><published>2007-02-21T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:51:10.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everyone. i guess you guys came here only for one reason, regarding cross country. anyway I've been officially kicked out out of VJC kayak. i didn't make the target of top 50. i got 53. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago i spoke of achieving sth impossible, shaving 2 mins off my 4.8 timing in 2 weeks. 2 weeks later i have done the impossible of shaving almost 1min 50 secs off my 4.8 timing. i have done myself proud of getting 53. sth i never thought would have happened, but clinged on to that hope so desperately. it was sth i wanted very badly, sth i worked my balls of for. i never thought that i would have made it so close ot the target, but i did and it hurts me when i think of all the training i'd been doing  for the sake of cross and now its just gone. all i thought of for the past fortnight was running, running, more running. i've never been this focused in my life about running and now that i missed the mark by 3 positions i'm getting kicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not good enough for them i guess. they're too good. wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not Mr Teo's fault. in fact i dun blame him at all. its my own bloody fault for missing the mark by say, 10 secs? you know how fucking short 10 secs is? and i missed it. all the hardwork and time, does it count for nothing to the captains? have they not seen how much i have pushed myself to hit this target? even if you didn't see, I'm sure the other guys did. maybe you don't care. so does it matter at all that i have put in all that effort. i;ve said before, winning isnt everything, but wanting to is. al that bullshit fighting spirit talk, have i not shown enough? if you think im doing this just to "SHOW YOU MY FIGHTING SPIRIT" THEN screw YOU. this was for myself. recognize it or not i don't give a fuck already. cos other people recognize this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the end of me as a vjc kayaker. it ends here. When you have a passion for a certain sport, you can't help but breakdown and cry when someone stops your dreams here and now immediately. "You're not good enough." is the message sent, clear as crystal. just when i was getting momentum, starting to pick up, pick up and go faster, not just metaphorically but literally as well, I'm fucking kicked. who knows. maybe I'm starting to peak. but noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, this is not important. none of the factors are, except that i didn't get into top 50. MOST IMPORTANTLY JUNKIA DID NOT HIT TOP 50 AND THUS CAPTAINS MUST BE FIRM. THUS BYEBYE JUNKIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda depressed. no actually I'm fucking depressed. and angry. angry over myself, angry over the captains for their decision. but i guess its not entirely their fault. firstly captains, i respect your decision. and i shall not say anything about it anymore since its already over and you guys just wanna be "firm". sarcastic as this might sound i mean it without any sarcasm. secondly I'm damn angry over getting 53. why didn't i go faster. i know i didn't run my best yet. my legs were weak at the start but i don't know why. i could have gone faster. aiyah fuck lah its over i cant do anything its a lost dream that cant be brought back by thinking about it nor can i do anything with my actions to bring myself back in. im no longer a kayaker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye vjc kayaking. it was great knowing you guys. well most of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-3264081024191841001?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/3264081024191841001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=3264081024191841001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3264081024191841001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3264081024191841001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-7005298208567220454</id><published>2007-02-18T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:50:17.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy chinese new year! i dunno what else to blog about. so. happy chinese new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-7005298208567220454?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/7005298208567220454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=7005298208567220454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/7005298208567220454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/7005298208567220454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-i-dunno-what.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-4312225224950542832</id><published>2007-02-10T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:17:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im delighted! today's training was a very good one. i shall not divulge details though, i don't think im allowed too. but im delighted and thats that. HA. HAHA. still im still some wasy off from attaining top 50. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it. so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-4312225224950542832?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/4312225224950542832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=4312225224950542832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/4312225224950542832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/4312225224950542832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-delighted-todays-training-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-3023670460715844839</id><published>2007-02-07T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:17:25.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha VJ life has been quite fun recently. without thinking of the top 50 thing that is. things are going well in class, im MUGGING, i feel good about that, had team bonding training today which was captain's ball, and everything is just going well! there's lot of entertainment during lessons cos of some ppl im messaging. haha im attentive lah but i still msg in between lessons. and gossiping and listening to the other person bitch about other ppl. a lot of stuff lah! either way im in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think of the top 50 thing i sian alr. firstly the timing is AROUND &lt;20 to be top 50. i stil need to shave 2 fucking mins. in 2 weeks. anyone with brains will tell you that its impossible. AND, im suffering from a strained ankle. cannot run. WELL DONE. what if i get kicked out of kayak? what to do? join sth else? too late alr what. then just study lor. face put where? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winning isnt everything, but wanting to win is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to win. but what if i can't? then it counts for nothing? i just dun understand why mr teo places such a big emphasis on running. those who can't run are stronger in other areas. those who can run are weaker in other areas. its give or take. kelvin is one of the fastes in water, and our timings on land are comparable. is he gonna get kicked out just cos he can't run into top 50? thats quite dumb isnt it. ACJC's fastest rower on the K1 is slowest on land. but he'll win the competition since he's fastest in water. if he was kicked out cos he was slowest on land, it wouldnt make sense. would it? you tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-3023670460715844839?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/3023670460715844839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=3023670460715844839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3023670460715844839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3023670460715844839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/02/haha-vj-life-has-been-quite-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-4098162493992560528</id><published>2007-01-31T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:39:15.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. today has been a thought provoking water training. Mr Teo said a LOT of stuff to us, challenged us to beat the other CCAs, went on about how we havent been pushing hard enough, how we were NOT doing monster training, how useless we were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part: we ANY of us don't get top 50 for cross, we're kicked out of the team. this was told to us sometime ago, but for all you outsiders who don't know anything, here's telling you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway he said a lot of stuff, which really got me thinking. my mind blanked out when i was down in water, focusing only on the strokes the paddle the blooody waves, but the moment i was out of water i couldnt help thinking again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's right, y'know. we're not good enough. or the boys are not good enough. i'm not good enough. im not good enough. im not good enough. over and over again. i want, i have to, and i must change that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our greatest fear is not that we're inadequate, but that we're powerful beyond measure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-4098162493992560528?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/4098162493992560528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=4098162493992560528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/4098162493992560528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/4098162493992560528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-6534303145770554007</id><published>2007-01-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:09:56.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last friday i was sick, and got a 2 day mc, giving me a much needed break and rest from canoeing training. took the time to rest, chill a bit, felt much better by saturday alr. then i saw Beckham's biography in my bookshelf cos my bro bought it and i started reading. it got me thinking a lot about soccer. when you start reading about beckham's childhood, about him and his father doing nothing but play socccer everyday after school into the evenings and sometimes into the night, i can't help but wonder, what if i was born in england instead, where soccer receives so much moresupport from everywhere, be it parents or family or school or friends. how many of us could have madie it big there just playing soccer, even if not in the Premiership. maybe making it big is being over-ambitious, but if you look at beckham's route, it was sucessful all the way to man utd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, as long as anyone was born in england with the same passion for soccer as we have now, (i think of all my dunman mates suddenly), all of us would have had a lot more fun than in Singapore. go soccer trials for noob teams, then advance and advance. damn exicting isnt it, never know when a liverpool scout was watching you or sth.  point being we could all just play soccer all day long without a care in the world. as long as we finish our homework first. kinda opens a whole new world for you if you start thinking about it. thats is, IF you were born in england. the world of difference a single word makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently been talking a lot with gary chua, mr playboy. haha about girls he like/dun like/ dun like anymore/ ask for his number(hahahahahahaha) but i shall not divulge anything here lest he whacks me with his volleyball. i strike back with my kayak paddle ah! but mine will break so forget it. but its seriously DAMN funny. OH! you must know about the girl that asked for his number. jhahahahahahaha. i feel damn bad saying it here so i shall wait for him to see this and wait for his tag or sth beofre spilling it all out here. we have nicknamed her tapioca legs. and here is a sneak preview. gary said, i have to hold her books for her. but it sounded like, i have to hold her boobs for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think he's hands too small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's hands are kinda big alr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahhaha. i bet he'll laugh like a dick if he sees this cos i am. hahahahaahahah. see you soon gary chua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-6534303145770554007?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/6534303145770554007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have suddenly decided to blog. its been some time cos i've ben tired and lethargic from all the training and mugging. and im also tired today but i feel like blogging. i wanna talk abt training but i shall not talk much abt it except that i need to convert my str in gym to water. im not being thick skinned but i can do the heaviest weights in gym compared to any kayaker, but im kinda like, the fucking slowest in water. i need to translate that power in gym to strength and speed in water. maybe its cos im not used to my boat yet but its alr January i dun have much more time to get used to it. and one thing i'm not happy about is the girls always going down for water first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, they try ot come up on time but they don't always do. secondly the shifting and moving of everyone takes up time. so it eats into our water time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly we always do circuits first. we burn our energy before we even go down into water, which is integral to training. then when we go down for water, we can't push as hard. which is dumb cos water wont be as effective. after doing 300-400 over push ups, lots of pullups, dips, squats, crunches,leg raises, flutter kicks, close-hand dips, for one whole bloody hour, how much energy do you have left to use in water? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the system needs to be revised. its unfair to the boys team. no matter how much we suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-6111903323641622071?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/6111903323641622071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=6111903323641622071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31399554.post-4551383722871601908</id><published>2007-01-09T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:53:47.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel good. i shall keep feeling good. yeah for once everything is starting to fall in place and run like clockwork. ok anyway here's a convo from today. in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XiuQuan: Eh, ni3 yao4 bang1 wo3 na2 dong1 xi1 mah1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Na2 She3 me4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiuquan: NA BEI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;follwed by incoherent laughter from both parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiuwuan is a fucking retard. but it was damn funny at the point in time. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm feeling damn lazy to blog so i shall let my fingers turn short/fat/stubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll have you noe i shaved one min off my 2.4 timing in 2 weeks. and im damn proud of it. im gonna shave more. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-4551383722871601908?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/4551383722871601908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=4551383722871601908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/4551383722871601908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/4551383722871601908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-2120919951056595748</id><published>2007-01-05T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:57:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some reason im feeling depressed. and i can't seek out the reason why. maybe its cos of all the time apart. and its just the first week. but fuck it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the retarded posts! since im kinda feeling depressed now, i shall just give you guys a dirty joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Osama Bin Laden was about to have sex with his wife. when he split her legs, he saw something and he took out a gun and shot it. what did he see??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: BUSH. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-2120919951056595748?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/2120919951056595748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=2120919951056595748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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do not put up hate messages on my tagboard or nat the orc will leap to my defense and eat you up. he eats a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i was in kinokuniya with nothing to do so i was reading some book on interesting animal facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i flipped to the sex page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was a homosexual page. haha. check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homosexual dolphins have some of the most novel forms of sexual behaviour, including nasal sex, in which a penis is inserted into the blowhole WAT THE FUCK  and sonic sex, &lt;br /&gt;in which the dolphin's genitals are stimiulated by sonic pulses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get the nasal one. its either you have a really large blowhole, or a really small you know. piece of equipment. and where's the pleasure. guys or girls pls stick a pen up your nose now and tell me you attain orgasm. cos i can't and the only thing thats happening is my nose is its getting red and sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONIC SEX. holy mama. sing to each other's genitals. i do not wish to elaborate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also included in the topic were all the other homosexual animals in the natural world. now if God supposedly created a clean and pure world and some people all around earth hate homosexuals and stuff, then i think thats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos afterall, without any influence like metrosexual dressing and stuff, there are still homosexuals. and a lot more than humans it suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there shouldnt be a big hooha over homosexuals. cos its normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasal and sonic isnt. but homos are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gogo homosexuals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-6654015000548431299?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/6654015000548431299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=6654015000548431299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6654015000548431299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/6654015000548431299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-ppl-happy-new-year-welcome-back.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-3439757339064295508</id><published>2006-12-28T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T18:36:34.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok this table is from some AXA group smartcare shield insurance quotation&lt;br /&gt;Total Paralysis S$25,000&lt;br /&gt;Loss of 1 arm/leg S$10,000&lt;br /&gt;Loss sight of 1 eye S$10,000&lt;br /&gt;Total Loss of Speech S$10,000&lt;br /&gt;Loss of hearing in both ears S$15,000&lt;br /&gt;Loss of hearing in 1 ear S$5,000&lt;br /&gt;Loss of thumb/index finger S$2,500&lt;br /&gt;Loss of any other finger $1,000&lt;br /&gt;Loss of 1 toe S$1,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw this, i was laughing lik some crazy ass. &lt;br /&gt;ok nvm.. the main point is.... we can be filthy rich!!! as students!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i will like to point out the following.&lt;br /&gt;Loss of hearing in both ears S$15,000&lt;br /&gt;Loss of hearing in 1 ear S$5,000&lt;br /&gt;people! you HAVE to exploit this compensation no matter wat. ok just do the calculation. they are paying u an EXTRA FIVE GRAND if u lose hearing in both ears instead of 1. can u imagine the advantages of losing ur hearing?? u wun hav to worry abt people bitching abt u cuz u wun get to hear any of them. u wun feel awkward anymore when u wake up in the middle of the night feeling the the house shaking cuz u can no longer hear ur parents make love. so if u happen to lose hearing in 1 ear, juz go do abit of damage in the other one and u can hav 10 grand for nothing....&lt;br /&gt;next. 5 fingers are worth S$8,000. however, an arm is worth S$10,000. so please be smart.. if u happen to lose all ur fingers on 1 hand, juz get an axe and chop the whole god damn arm off. wat good will a fingerless arm do? u cant point THE finger, u cant wank, u cant dig ur nose, u cant clean ur ass.. so might as well get rid of the extra bones and flesh on ur body and earn urself an extra 2 grand.&lt;br /&gt;the same applies to ur leg as well. 5 toes are worth S$5,000 however a leg is worth S$10,000!! tats lik fucking twice the amount. and with technology nowadays, we can always fix in a fake one without anyone noticing the diff. so do urself some favour, do the math and earn urself some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, do not get urself paralyzed. it is not worth getting paid S$25,000 to get stuck in some wheelchair for the rest of ur life and be unable to fuck anymore. this compensation is a hoax. i declare it. cuz if u're smart enough.. u can get stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of ur life... BUT earn yourself a whooping amount of SIXTY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS. S$65,000!!! &lt;br /&gt;but of course u'll hav no hands no legs cant see cant hear cant speak. BUT.. u can still smell ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go. i hav to make it known tat i'm not satisfied with something. i think they should hav 2 seperate lists for guys and girls. &lt;br /&gt;everything visible on our body has been covered in the table of compensation.. but where is the &lt;br /&gt;"Loss of penis S$25,000 per inch" ??? &lt;br /&gt;they should hav it.. i mean.. its a must..&lt;br /&gt;for the girls.. they should have the following&lt;br /&gt;"Loss of virginity S$25,000 per inch entered"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno this is one heck of a crazy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-3439757339064295508?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/3439757339064295508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=3439757339064295508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3439757339064295508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/3439757339064295508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-this-table-is-from-some-axa-group.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-5377512371606697571</id><published>2006-12-25T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:14:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes im back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah christmas countdown was retarded. too many people, too much snow sprays, and too many troublemakers. fucking gay. the whole road was white with snow spray. yousian jiaqing and i got sprayed dunno how many bloody times by the snowsprays by totally random people. at first damn fun we were quite high also, jiaqing started telling totally un-funny jokes, a sign that he was starting to get high. and the best part? we saw this guy at the pool place that looks exactly like Mr Teo. IMBA like twin brother like that, cannot stop laughing cannot maintain. i'll show you the video next time if you catch me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was still fun lah the whole thing. only nearer to midnight it started turnign crazy. and a fricking shitload of banglas there also. im not being racist but its been on the news before that they actually get pretty "touchy" with the whole crowd squeezing here and there. and yousian was saying sth about getting raped about those banglas. yeah him getting raped. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that we had a class lunch. nothing funny or interesting except watching sheena engulfing huge amounts of food. then sheena george jiaqing and i went shopping for stuff and started taking damn stupid photos which i shall upload in the near future. merry christmas everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-5377512371606697571?l=junkia.blogspot.com' 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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-31399554.post-4611150687403634033</id><published>2006-12-18T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:08:31.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9NhxMHJmL7k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9NhxMHJmL7k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you even turn to say,&lt;br /&gt;i don't love you&lt;br /&gt;like i did&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-4611150687403634033?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31399554.post-2347457317981131768</id><published>2006-12-15T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:08:08.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not good enough. im fucking not good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-2347457317981131768?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/2347457317981131768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=2347457317981131768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2347457317981131768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/2347457317981131768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-not-good-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-8086865190857051927</id><published>2006-11-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:56:53.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey sophia! what a surprise. no lah we've been training in school more. besides our gym days might not be the same with you mah, when you all gym? eh whats this, HC-VJC alliance ah. or you want to see zhicong. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey dan! yah i was thinking of organising a reunion or sth but a lot of you overseas mah.. wait till everyone back. when you back tell me k! and yichen also. tell her tell me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello clarr yes thank you. of cos singapore's hotter. im in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone im back. sorry for greeting you with the "kns liverpool lost 3-0" for one whole week. haha. was in australia for a whole week. wah damn nice. should go. i shall post the pics soon. went to nat's house to "study" today. end up more like talk cock. and free lunch. rocks sia his house always got spaghetti for lunch. then as i was leaving i said bye to his dad, and i saw his sis. but i forgot her name, so i asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junkia: eh nat, what's her name again?&lt;br /&gt;nat:"hesistates" uhh, bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31399554.post-116340878770563892</id><published>2006-11-13T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:06:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kns. 3-0. still let gallas toure and flamini score. on Championship Manager these players all Finishing what, 5 ah. score against liverpool. FUCKKKKK. mark gonzales play like dunno what sai like that, should have taken him off long long ago. watch him play until pek chek. man i can play better lah! and the defence hor.. damn bloody lax. quoting daniel soon" if i was there i also can score". with relevance to the gallas goal. wah lau he never even jump leh... i there also can score. ZZZ. liverpool ah... no use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHELSEA HOWEVER THRASHED WIGAN. 4-0. shiok. Drogba hat trick again. not bad. imba.haha drogba imba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor nat stranded at his aunt's house cannot come out. cannot go online. cannot go anywhere. thus plsease use this chance to say all the bad things you want cos he won't know. hahah no joking. pls msg him if you have nth to do cos he also damn sian. and im also damn sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116340878770563892?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116340878770563892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116340878770563892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116340878770563892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116340878770563892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/11/kns.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116326048086437692</id><published>2006-11-11T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:54:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word for today: shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayak outing was damn fun.trained in the morning, mr teo came talk to us nicely once more, and i kinda felt motivated. yeaah. so did jiawei and cong. then had lunch, and boardgames! damn funny. i shall not elaborate cos got too much things to say about today. if you're a kayaker and you missed it, thats just damn well too bad man. even yonghong was there being gay. took some stupid photo in front of the fountain. haha everyone looking and laughing. aiyah had tons of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vj kayak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116326048086437692?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116326048086437692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116326048086437692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116326048086437692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116326048086437692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-word-for-today-shiok_11.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116326047244661041</id><published>2006-11-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:54:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word for today: shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayak outing was damn fun.trained in the morning, mr teo came talk to us nicely once more, and i kinda felt motivated. yeaah. so did jiawei and cong. then had lunch, and boardgames! damn funny. i shall not elaborate cos got too much things to say about today. if you're a kayaker and you missed it, thats just damn well too bad man. even yonghong was there being gay. took some stupid photo in front of the fountain. haha everyone looking and laughing. aiyah had tons of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vj kayak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116326047244661041?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116326047244661041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116326047244661041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116326047244661041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116326047244661041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-word-for-today-shiok.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116304307867165199</id><published>2006-11-09T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:31:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at nat's house. and he's listening to JAY CHOU. OMGWTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you didnt know nat, here's the lowdown. he's an ACS boy, and his chinese sucks. his damn english. first thing i open his player and his player says, JAY CHOU, JIAN DAN AI. wah lau surprise hahaha. nvm kinda cool. this proves that jay chou has his charms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok football news. Chelsea beat some team 4-0.hahahaha. YEZZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next big match: arsenal v liverpool. if "arse"nal win i will change my name to anything you want but pumpkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116304307867165199?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116304307867165199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116304307867165199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116304307867165199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116304307867165199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-at-nats-house.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116247164773250918</id><published>2006-11-02T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:47:27.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh vj canoeing has a blog go see! credits to whoeevr made it so nice looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn FSCKING bored at home. there's nothing to do! im damn sick of watching tv and playing with my XBOX. i only look forward to the gymming with the other guys. then again come home damn pain.. today i reached, NOBODY there leh kns. then luckily 5 mins later cong turned up. then NOBODY for a long time. then slowly Ck, jq and yirui turned up. not so bad lah, 5 ppl train. half a team only mah.. jiawei the best: i'll come depending on whether i can wake up. hahaha. you go girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today me and zhicong almost fainted. mega tiring we keep panting cos our reest time in bwtween sets like 10secs nia. but i think thats the right way so i dun care. then again NJ dun even gym. fsck. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out and do sth lah come date me please. play lan, have dinner, talk cock, play pool, go swimming pool, i dun mind. anything lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116247164773250918?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116247164773250918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116247164773250918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116247164773250918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116247164773250918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/11/eh-vj-canoeing-has-blog-go-see-credits.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116192650999691800</id><published>2006-10-27T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:21:50.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lau i a few days never blog my tagboard kena spam until like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vweg: haha sorry but yes i support liverpui now. still support chelsea lah but more of liverpui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat: thank you for being the informant. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hl: hannah liverpool lose manu liao lah 2-0 kns. kuyt damn selfish dun want to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ppl im back from genting. a few observations: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.the haze there is non existent, only lots of clouds and mist&lt;br /&gt;2. the food sucks. its unhygienic, has lots of seasonings, too much actually, and damn bloody oily&lt;br /&gt;3. there are VERY VERY little teenagers there. its damn boring seeing lots of uncle auntie and ah mah ah gong. even if got girls also cmi one. hahaha no offence. you wonder how come jiajia is from malaysia and why she owns them all. &lt;br /&gt;4. they have very different fashion sense. or rather the lack of it. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall stop before malaysians come to my blog and beat me up. haha. yes im back in training!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116192650999691800?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116192650999691800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116192650999691800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116192650999691800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116192650999691800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah-lau-i-few-days-never-blog-my.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116127227307710456</id><published>2006-10-19T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:37:53.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian we got suspended. but we're keeping a low profile. and we trained outside which was good training. KALLANG GYM. wah shiok. i always love gym. heh. yes end up feeling bigger. lets all get bigger guys. bigger and bigger. not ugly-big. nice-big. haha. then had bloody sprints. everyone thought the 100m sprints suddenly felt very far especially after all that training. but yes its effective. today bloogdy haze lah cannot train. honestly i WANTED TO TRAIN VERY MUCH. just not at 4pm when i ended at 1.20pm. doesnt make sense lah. ended up feeling guilty. haha. cmon guys we need to chiong more! the gay haze sucks though. knnbccb haze. i hope the haze lands in all other schools except ours so we can train and they can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray with me leh. i want to train and win next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116127227307710456?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116127227307710456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116127227307710456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116127227307710456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116127227307710456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/10/sian-we-got-suspended.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116075328253264765</id><published>2006-10-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T23:28:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha hello all taggers. yes i've chilled and stopped thinking of it cos it just makes me angry for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i feel betetr nw that ive got some things off my chest. both things. no outcome yes and not a very bright result but who cares lah. i don't care lah and she doesnt seem to care also. but im not quitting yet hor. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116075328253264765?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116075328253264765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116075328253264765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116075328253264765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116075328253264765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-hello-all-taggers.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116057289831256706</id><published>2006-10-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:46:22.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have your parents pissed you off so badly before? im fucking pissed now cos im getting maligned for things i havent done and for no reason. this is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the car. so was my bro,sis,mum and dad. my phone rings, loudly, i pick up and start talking. first small thing that pisses me off. my bro and mum continue talking at the top of their voices about some money stuff, TOTALLY ignoring my conversation on the phone. my little sis keeps going "shhhh" but obviously they dun guve a shit. ican't really hear anything, cos its in such a enclosed space and they were talking really bloody loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best move by dad: blast the fucking audio so loudly i can't hear a damn thing, in a bid to make both my bro and mum shut up. even hong sheng(who was on the phone with me) asked if i was outside. i had to whack the car seat before he turned around and i pointed to my phone before he understood that i was on the phone. everyone reduces volume, i finish my convo with hongsheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: do you know you are very rude?? why did you whack daddy's chair like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE. wtf? no, WTF? whacking the chair is rude????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? i was on the phone and you all just went on and on, talk louder and louder leh. and dad still blast the audio. how  i talk?? of cos ask him lower volume mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum:can't you ask your fren to hold on?&lt;br /&gt;me:but dont you all know i was on the phone?? &lt;br /&gt;mum:no. why are you so rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE. HUH????!!!! i ask one thing, she continues talking about her own stuff. i ask her again, she go back to her own question again, knowing she totally dunno how to reply to my answer.her skill no. 1: when you lose to your son in an argument and you're in the wrong, save your own face by quickly changing topic and ignoe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:huh?  i'm just asking for basic courtesy and let me talk only what why suddenly become my fault that im rude just forw whacking a chair, and you all can talk loudly while im on the phone but not your fauly. &lt;br /&gt;mum: you are very rude. why did you whack daddy's chair. why didnt you ask your fren to hold on. &lt;br /&gt;me: what, you all didnt hear the ringtone? &lt;br /&gt;mum:no. blahblahbalhablh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. she still doesnt answer my questions.&lt;br /&gt;while she was talking i switched on my ringtone. everyone suddenly went quiet when it played. its the opening of Guns and Roses's Sweet child of mine, a guitar solo that was real loud, if you know the song. they thought i had another call and stopped talking. all was silent excpet my ringtone. i  thought they say cannot hear ringtone? why now suddenly can hear? and still say never hear my ringtone? my dad say too soft neevr hear. then suddenly i play everyone stops talking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wah nvm lah.&lt;br /&gt;mum:doesnt matter. since you have always regarded your frens as more impt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she's suddenly changing topic to me viewing freinds as more impt. realise that we have started from me whacking the seat as being rude. why? i still do not understand. do you know why whacking the chair is rude? if you do, pls tell me. its the lousiest fucking excuse to give. just some random shit to blame me when its her fault and she buey song that i blame her. FUCK. would you like being blamed on nonsensical rubbish? things like, "whacking chairs are rude". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: huh??? eh, i only asked for you all to lower your volume leh.&lt;br /&gt;mum:(suddenly raising her voice so much my ear hurts, which she always does) SO? WHY WERE YOU SO RUDE?(repeat point again.)&lt;br /&gt;me: wah. nvm lah nvm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments later, my sis said sth, then i said, all of you talk so loud thats why i cannot hear.&lt;br /&gt;mum: i never talk hor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LAH WTF KNNBCCB. like WTF?&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;R&gt;EYGW$0823tpou3qwytfvh4wypt9v783q2y059876g2-9867v-29679-384vuj9peruigcoiduyk09843wyvuj925utp9iweruktpcoiuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the FUCK? what never talk? i can't believe she actually said that! that was like, OMFG. WTF. eh its a fucking BIG OBVIOUS LIE leh, i mean, does she have any brains? like, she says ANYTHING to defend herself. and let me tell you, ANYTHING. just to escape the blame. if she's not balmed, she wouldnt give a shit. she lies and deceives and anyhow whack. when she loses she just screams. fucking SCREAMS. you want me to demo? next time see me ask me i show you. when she does that i just keep quiet, cos i have no intention of screaming back, and she stops cos she thinks she has won the argument, which is what she wants. my dad always says, "okok you win you win everything i wrong ok." so does my sis and bro. now i just keep quiet. SHE FUCKING CANNOT LOSE ARGUMENT LOSE FACE ONE LEH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis then refreshed her memory about her talking damn loudly to my bro about money. SUDDENLY, MIRACULOUSLY, she remembers. then she keeps quiet and replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum: doesnt matter it doesnt change the fact that he puts his fren in fron of family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH    ..l..    ..l..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, when she loses, she changes topic again. i can;t stand it. i CANNOT STAND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:wah thanks.&lt;br /&gt;mum:yah thanks. you know, im damn sick of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of convo. FUCK YOU FRICKING BITCH. im probably going to hell for saying this but wth man. if you were in my spot you'd probably rather go to hell than face my mum. mind you, this arguments go on almost once every 2-3 days. for 17 years.you never win the argument even though she's in the wrong, it usually ends with her screaming, and you usually say "okok you win you win ok? everything i do wrong you do everyting correct". in recent times i;'ve got so sick of it i just keep quiet and go back to what i was doing. the next day she's bacl to normal and nice to yo uagain. all because she feels good that she won an argument with her son from VJC who scored 9As for Olevels. sense of accomplishment. did i mention she NEVER EVER acknowledges any good things that i do? be it studies or kayak, she just cannot be bothered. and she says i treat my family like dirt. but thats another story for another day. i'll tell you all about it next time k. rest your weary eyes now. its been a long post but i feel so much better. sigh. i live in a wretched family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116057289831256706?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/116057289831256706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=116057289831256706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116057289831256706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/116057289831256706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-your-parents-pissed-you-off-so.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-116047217218041608</id><published>2006-10-10T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:22:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah havent blogged in a while. lazy. thank you all who made my birthday enjoyable in one day or other. "thank you" kayak guys for dunking me. haha. we're aging too fast man. especially this year. not long ago we were freshmen. soon some of us are gonna be OGLS. soon we gonna grad and go army. wah too fast too fast. need to slow down. haha. i think its like a dream. it passes too fast, so you better think of an ending you want fast, or your dream might end in a lousy way before you know it. haha basically, go find up old frens and chill out this holiday man. cos next year sure as hell no time. and im friggin bored at home with no XBOX games to play. so if you have, lend me pls. oh, if you feel like playing pool/lan/boardgames or just wanna chill outside, contact me NOW. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck why this holiday like so sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-116047217218041608?l=junkia.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-31399554.post-115962054776133241</id><published>2006-09-30T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:49:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/456/3397/1600/28092006%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/456/3397/320/28092006%28003%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. so chio hor. but nat is doing it all wrong! still. very chio hor. hahah. wah that night damn high seriously. now i think back also can start laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mugging with cong today. library mugging. white sands! bloody cold, dunno why they set the temp so low. no link library so cold for what my hands went white. heng got one 2 week old VJ tee in my bag which i took out to wrap my hands in. met Ruth. who was smiling all the time. yes she has a pretty smile, but when she smiles non stop it gets scary. haha. no offense if you see this ruth. you still have a pretty smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday promos. thursday no more. chiong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115962054776133241?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115962054776133241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115962054776133241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115962054776133241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115962054776133241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115952740334566980</id><published>2006-09-29T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:56:43.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god bless nat's grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115952740334566980?l=junkia.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-31399554.post-115945916937393472</id><published>2006-09-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:59:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah today was a damn funny/gay/retarded day. went to mug in school with fat nat then went to airport to mug with cong as well. we laughed and laughed non stop wehn we started talking about some guy who says the f word a lot. probably as much as breathing. then nat tried to be stupid and started sayinf fuck everytime he breathed in and you everytime he breathed out. while he was still chewing zhicong tried first. he sounded like an owl. hahah. wah then cannot stop laughing alr. laugh non stop cnanot study. hahaha. for the next 2 hours we spent the time laughing away, stopping periodically to study. then someone chuckled a bit, then we burst into uncontrollable laughter again. hahahha. and zhicong believes that the merlion quirts water out through the nose. pls try to imagine that scene. hahaha. what a nice symbol for singapore!and we took a DAMN GAY PICTURE. i shall upload it tmr when i get it from zhicong. stay tuned. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115945916937393472?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115945916937393472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115945916937393472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115945916937393472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115945916937393472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/wah-today-was-damn-funnygayretarded.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115936464233006530</id><published>2006-09-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:44:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rR5PdsiUhw4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rR5PdsiUhw4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun and joy for the entire family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp damn easy leh buey tahan! comfirm promote this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115936464233006530?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115936464233006530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115936464233006530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115936464233006530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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YESS. MORE CHILLING AND MOVIES AND GOING OUT. NO MORE MUGGING. and for the FIRST time in my life my birthday is AFTER exams. every single year i have my birthday DURING the finals. now its AFTER. hohoho. more chilling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and training is gonna get really crazy after promos. i hope i can last. i know i can last! im gonna push push push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feed your faith and your doubts starve to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115923763890024505?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115923763890024505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115923763890024505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115923763890024505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115923763890024505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/hlhaha-true-in-some-ways-yes-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115884787785009597</id><published>2006-09-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:11:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PLS STOP REMINDING EACH OTHER ABOUT PROMOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every blog i go sure got mention about promos one. daniel soon got that bloodtyclock, regina got that bloody clock, han loong talking about all the mugging, regina no longer updates and her last post is about mugging, james blogs about his mugging schdeule, eliz's blog is full of angst, only nat's blog is about random motorbikes. daniel toh's blog so sad like that, eh daniel cheer up! your life not that boring lah cmon! got me leh! (see ninja below) siang also crazily mugging only update once a week. but his latest post quite interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't post about mugging leh.. blogs are supposed to be surfed in your free time, when you wanna chill and relax.. if you mug halfway go surf blog then still see mugging, will die one leh! yes everyone know's you are working hard for the promos.. dun need to say out lah, show everyone with results! yeah. but then hor dunman high ppl always kena labelled closet muggers. knnbccb. eh why ah. dunman peeps you all noe not long ago got this spat of this guy striking out at dunmanians on his blog about all dunmanians being closet muggers or sth lah. forgot what it was about but he was criticising us dunmanians. we that closet muggerish meh. anyway, i think this kind of thing only happens cause of jealousy. i mean, how would you feel if someone who doesnt seem to study get damn high grades while you study your balls off also no effect. then accuse of closet mugging. =.= if you look at it another way, suppose got this closet mugger. but he doesnt do well at all. you think anyone will care meh. nobody will give a shit if he closet mugs. firstly cos its obviously not effective, secondly cos the "accuser" doesnt feel jealous. then it boils down to jealousy, not closet mugging. then how do you define closet mugging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the commmon understanding is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha:eh got test tmr, you got study not?&lt;br /&gt;Beta: siao. where got time.. play dota only lah.. study a bit nia..&lt;br /&gt;Alpha:haha. heng ah i also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week later when results come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha: eh you knnbccb tell me never study! FSCK YOU LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Beta: eh tyco only lah! lac lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore beta becomes the closet mugger. but everyone has a different definition of closet mugging. you have your own definition, i have mine, so its a paradox cos its OUR definition so it can't be wrong, but one of us has to be wrong if you compare relatively to each other. i study one hour count a bit. the china scholar study 8hours count a bit. when you ask the scholars they of cos say a bit la! or never study. when never study means 4 hours. they still kick your ass right. so basically, dun ask whether someone studied not. just study. mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf i just realised i just realised that after telling everyone not to talk about mugging, i just analysed and took it to a higher level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115884787785009597?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115884787785009597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115884787785009597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115884787785009597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115884787785009597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/pls-stop-reminding-each-other-about.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115866007840202523</id><published>2006-09-19T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:01:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fodey.com/generators/animated/ninjatext.asp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://r1.fodey.com/148b10051aa9e4850acb6ae89026159ca.1.gif" border=0 width="359" height="121" alt="Ninja!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah there is actually a very ugly picture of me during tug of war on Sports day. i just realised not long ago after George had it on his display pic. uhh pls do not go look for it. why the hell would they take a picture of my face when its all screwed up when you're exerting strength during tug of war??? gayness. spoil my image. HAHAHA EEEEE.  however i was too damn thick skinned to admit that its ugly. so i was telling george and shiyi(shiyi told me george had it on his display pic) that its a very handsome photo of me. so shiyi said i chao bhb. george say i the ultimate bhb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, bhb means berry handsome boy. thank you shi yi and george.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115866007840202523?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115866007840202523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115866007840202523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115866007840202523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115866007840202523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/cool-hor.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115858131276624215</id><published>2006-09-18T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:08:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHELSEA KICK ASSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful strike by Drogba! im damn happy that Chelsea beat Liverpool. Such a impt game! no offence to liverpool fans. i kinda like liverpool too! However Chelsea still KYA. KICK YOUR ASS. hahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah KYA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah nat is damn hardworking now buey tahan.ace the promos k nat. just less calls at night. =D i mean dun call me lah...... =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHELESA KYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115858131276624215?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115858131276624215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115858131276624215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115858131276624215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115858131276624215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/chelsea-kick-assssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115823607353881057</id><published>2006-09-14T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:14:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>determination lah determination. cmon lets go. dun keep them waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115823607353881057?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115823607353881057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115823607353881057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115823607353881057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115823607353881057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/determination-lah-determination.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115807343481041551</id><published>2006-09-12T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:03:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw tze sam and john today at pastamania! dunno why see them very happy. hahaha. so long never see each other liao everyone all smiles. yeah good seeing dunmanians. after mugging hints: if you get damn sian of mugging, go run your heart out. non stop, just keep running, let your heart pound and your feet lightly touch the ground. and go faster and faster. wah damn shiok. like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back, rest a bit, chill a while, drink water. bathe, and say hello to the bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115807343481041551?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115807343481041551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115807343481041551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115807343481041551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115807343481041551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/saw-tze-sam-and-john-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115798319917308758</id><published>2006-09-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:59:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go study lah see what blog. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115798319917308758?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115798319917308758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115798319917308758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115798319917308758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115798319917308758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/go-study-lah-see-what-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115755243029574700</id><published>2006-09-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:20:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ELIZABETH IS A COW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah im sure of that after today. she's is MEGA THICK SKINNED. i think a knife wouldnt kill her, it'll probably be embedded in her skin and be stuck there forever. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COW.and a flirtatious one. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugged with liz, jackson and nat. yeah mega weird combi but what the heck as long as we mug. haha. hmm. ELizabteh Taylor, Michael Jackson and Nat King Cole. hey cool names! haha. and i can be Jonathan, best friend of King David. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115755243029574700?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115755243029574700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115755243029574700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115755243029574700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115755243029574700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/elizabeth-is-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115746026400961715</id><published>2006-09-05T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:44:24.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in memory of Steve irwin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its too friggin sudden. his life ended in 2 secs probably. i don't understand why he can suddenly die. as in yes i know the entire process of the barb entering his heart when he swam over a bull ray but, why?? probability was mega low. the accident rate of bull ray barbs attacking humans is rare, real rare, cos they don't even use those barbs to attack humans at all. that sucks. and the pain that he must have felt when something pierced through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shoudlnt have died man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a tv personality. mr lionheart. well i guess you have to pay it back someway someday, just not like that! we all take risks, steve irwin does it for a living. well i guess he must have thought it through before he entered the career scene this way, and he'd probably have prepared himself that he might just die like that one day. either way it sucks to be impaled by a bull ray barb. god bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115746026400961715?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115746026400961715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115746026400961715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115746026400961715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115746026400961715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-memory-of-steve-irwin.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115724909962039362</id><published>2006-09-03T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:04:59.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa im back. hmm been on mugging mode these few days so had no time or urge to blog. haha. eh dan some of the kayakers went overnight mugging again. for fun. haha. solid. and there was this manager who made hot  milo for us, free, and said study hard to all of us. wah damn nice. yeah mugging rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played two a bit too. everytime we study till we're damn sian we decide to pacp up and go play pool. like, for 1-2 hours then we go home. and i met jun xiang! along with ngee yong and heng yu. hhahaha. i guess the three of them are good friends now. met najid too. kinda cool, meet so many ppl. yeah pool rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my K1 the other day. managed to do 10k before we packed up. arhh should have done more considering my boat is more streamlined and faster blahblahblah.       must. perform. still. i'm happy. haha. yeah kayaking rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh RSAF open house. im going later. in 2 hours time. hmm i wonder how it'll be like. going with nat and zhicong! yeah two good bros.aiyah do what with them also sure fun one. yeah that rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to my game. destress time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115724909962039362?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115724909962039362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115724909962039362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115724909962039362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115724909962039362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/09/whoa-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115669080160134071</id><published>2006-08-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:00:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im falling in love with this song. check out dan's blog, he has the acoustic version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IhiDr6e-_8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IhiDr6e-_8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugged with cong again today. met gary and cheng wei who were there witho other vs peeps to send their teacher off. then went to meet yonghong. met lynn who was real funny and amusing! haha. and she's quite pretty. then met yonghong played some pool, he won me twice, i beat him back later. then he decided to go home. =.=  on the way home met a old primary school fren. chatted a little then finally got home. wah meet so many ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the airport, this sec 4 girl reading the sec 4 chem textbook was sitting next to me. she seemed to be stuggling with her chem and everything. and i was wondering, man i'd love to go back to those days. sec 4 chem is like, uh, i dunno! like, damn easy? haha. not boasting lah but im kinda used to the questions they ask so its really fun to do. it is afterall my favourtie subject.go back in time leh. its easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115669080160134071?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115669080160134071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115669080160134071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115669080160134071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115669080160134071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-falling-in-love-with-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115664478927534610</id><published>2006-08-27T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:13:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pearly said she ran 3k! and she's damn proud if it so, applause pls! haha. yong hong, zhicong and i were thinking of how fas tshe ran. when we asked her sje said 10 mins. TEN MINUTES. maybe forget to add one zero behind lah.. haha. yeah the three of us were teasing her about it yesterday night. kinda funny. last time zhicong say that if she go for one period of PE she will ache for one week. so we couldnt see how she managed to run 3k. hahaha. ok don't niao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying with zhicong and yonghong damn fun. won't sian one. study until sian got ppl to talk cock with. and since yonghong is the best at talking cock of cos won't sian lah! then zicxong say "go there see scenery" if you get what i mean. haha. a lot of ppl walking around. hmm quite true. haha. but a bit tiring, go there after training. but still, better than going home to slack. i very long never study already feel damn guilty. and everyone mugging so hard. its damn stressing. sian. sian. sian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destress: go download one of the recent podcasts by mr brown if you haven't. the one with PM Lee singing My Humps. thats right. My Humps by Black Eyed Peas. haha. its retarded. not PM lee, the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115664478927534610?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115664478927534610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115664478927534610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115664478927534610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115664478927534610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/pearly-said-she-ran-3k-and-shes-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115651335911117988</id><published>2006-08-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:42:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday sophie! and happy advanced birthday eugene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophie and eugene are my siblings. and since todya is my sis's birthday, and my bro's birthday is on sunday, i shall dedicate this post to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis is p6, so she's taking the PSLE this year. she's a noisy little brat, and her manners were lost to her since she was born. haha. she has totally NO manners. in fact, she pointed her middle finger at me when she was in p5 i think! now that would partially be my fault since im the one who uses that gesture. hahaha. and she behaves like a boy! she's mega tomboy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contrast: my bro. sec 3 this year, in dunman high. he's mega sissy. now thats a bda thing to say but yeah its true. i think sophie and eugene's genes got mixed or sth. but he's becoming less sissy and gay i think. i'd love to say that he's matured overe the years but apparently he hasnt. eugene i know you're reading this. haha. so for god's sake stop being so fucking sissy. BE A MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i love them both still. siblings can never be replaced lah. i can;t imagine life withought the sissy and the tomboy. and all the funny stories that happen day in day out. cherish your family. then after reading this, go back and think of how you can cherish your family more. finally, go back to mugging. PROMOS COMING STILL READ BLOG! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115651335911117988?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115651335911117988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115651335911117988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115651335911117988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115651335911117988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-sophie-and-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115633729721845922</id><published>2006-08-23T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:59:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shiok ah. we did some gay shit training today. felt like shit during the training, but DAMN did it feel good after. just sitting there, chillin, swallowing entire drinks. i smell the team spirit sia.. eh well done guys! didnt think we'd survive, but we did, and impressed mr teo summore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most interesting thing today: mr teo showed his soft side! man. all the guys like him more i think. zhi cong and i both agreed. he cracked a dumb joke! lol. first time he so nice to us lah! shiok. sigh. xin1 ruan3 now. even cong dun dare to tell him. its too hard lah! suddenly he so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of training: zhicong, me, you sian, jiawei(i think) were running togetrher. it was my turn not to  hold the ball. when i ran past cong, he suddenly "chi bye lahhhh" then chiong. i "f*** you lahhhhh" then i chiong. then you sian and jiawei joined in. haha. DAMN Loud. got all the hokkien colourful language coming in, then made us chiong like gays to beat each other. after that part feel like shit. all the lactic acid builiding up. i think if the acid get any more concentrated it'll just corrode my bones away. haha bo ho chio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! you sian! you and i can go water this week! SONG BO... im so looking forward to water.. its been such a long time since i went down to water. kel and nat ah.. why u all pon... if not can go water also.... oh kel alr can go so no diff lah. but u missed out on a team bonding kind of training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a fricking tumour on my fourth finger on my right hand. those interested pls come ask me. i show you. my whole finger is swelled up. the callus there has been infected due to rust getting into the callus after gym. the callus fromed due to pull ups. and it's damn disgutsing. its big, yellow, and totally reduces your ability of writing. i couldnt even hold a pen properly. now better.  quick heal lah i wanna go back to my routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking of _____&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115633729721845922?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115633729721845922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115633729721845922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115633729721845922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115633729721845922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/shiok-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115625234899055164</id><published>2006-08-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:12:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sth wrong with my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115625234899055164?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115625234899055164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115625234899055164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115625234899055164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115625234899055164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/sth-wrong-with-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115625214863151146</id><published>2006-08-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:09:08.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate pull ups. now i have gay blisters all over my bloody hand and it hurts. real bad. there's this mega humongous gigantic lump on my fourth finger that hurst when i touch it. TOUCH only know. @#$#^$%^&amp;(^% but still. thats the downside if you keep doing during your breaks lah. but the upside is i get more prepared for next year's nationals. come to papa mr medal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pull ups have hit 20 now.. its a little teeny thing to be happy about, but many htings are dragging me down. the other day, i was just thinking about kayaking and everything, when i suddenly asked myself a question: what makes you think you're a asset to the team. i dunno why i asked myself that lah but yeah i did. just thought to myself. and i realised: my running SUCKS, and the only thing im good for is strength stuff. BUT, im weaker than the strongest(nat and yonghong), and their running is probably faster than me. and im just SLIGHTLY stronger than some of the others. like, bench press do 2.5 kilo more. wtf. so, if i can't run as fast as them and im not as strong or stronger, then what the eff is my use to the team. like, got me no me no difference right. sianness. and to think not long ago i was so imspired cos i wanted to be olympic. sdden change in mood cos of one question. wah im having mood swings i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus i came up woth a conclusion. train hardER. not as if not hard enough liao. but hardER. and, dun think so much. just do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115625214863151146?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115625214863151146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115625214863151146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115625214863151146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115625214863151146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-pull-ups.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115616958292720105</id><published>2006-08-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:13:02.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>before i start, and befroe you read, go to tihs link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioFOw28HwbE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the video of 11 yr old Bianca Ryans, who recently won the America's Got Talent competition. yawnz pawnz. damn f***ing pro. she's imba! 11 yr old sing like that. aiyah go see. words can't express how she sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today damn tiring lah.. ran 4.8 during p.e. when the team ran, i went to do rowing. then still 3 sets pull ups. arms feel like jello. oh! but im happy with today;s perfromance lah. i did the follwing number of pull ups: 18,16,18,16,19,15,12. last three too tired already after the rowing, so become quite random. but today chiong liek that tmr sure no strength. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had team bonding! kinda sian cos we actually wanted to have soccer.. guys+girls.. but softball guys recently started training more on the field with soccer gals too so no more space! see beh sian.. JAMES.. and GONG... ask your softball coach go somewhere else lah... haha. but captain;s ball not bad lah. once again yi rui was damn violent. he was HUGGING ruiyi. poor yirui. HAHAHA. k joking. yeah but he shouldnt like, hug a girl like that to get the ball lah, thats like, invasing her modesty or sth. the funniest part being, my teammates, ruiyi,huayshan and puiyee all stand in one row and start screaming before i pass the ball to them. then when they get ball scream some more. wah ear pain. haha. damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home with pearly. sorry ah cong. but she got tell me a lot of things. haha. i tell you tmr or sth. im damn tired now.. GOOD NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115616958292720105?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115616958292720105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115616958292720105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115616958292720105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115616958292720105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/before-i-start-and-befroe-you-read-go.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115599855400023503</id><published>2006-08-19T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:42:34.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah tiring day. went gym in the morning, and ran before that. and omg running on treadmills rock. my 4.8 timing on the treadmill was 15"30. and thats gay. nobody can run THAT fast using the VJ route cos of the heat and the bloody overhead bridge. but treadmills damn shiokm cos you're forced to maintain that pace, or fall off! simple. it kinda feeds your ego that you're a good runner even if you really aren't! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then supposedly went mugging with zhicong. then after that we went hunting for his bag. he bought a nice bag, from zinc. i picked it so if you htink its a nice bag, it says sth abt my taste. HEH. zhicong was also looking around for pretty girls all the time. sadly, the standard of pretty girls in orchard/suntec/dhoby ghaut/ town area has dropped drastically. very sian. hmm i think generally the two of us better looking than hte most of us there.. HAHA EE LAC LA... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, in the short half a day's time, we entered SEVEN adidas shops. man i didnt know adidas was so all over the place. they have concept stores in almost evry single major shopping centre! thats nuts lah, can you imagine how much they earn from all those sales? makes you think about how succesful a company can become. did you know that the creators of Puma And Adida were bros? look at how famous Adidas is now, and with puma struggling behind. think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gayest part of the whole day was us standing together sharing ice cream from one small cup. wah a lot of people look at us. even i felt gay. haha. but very long never indulge in ice cream already... that 2 small scoops damn shiok.. take small small bites slowly enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this frenship is kinda cool. in many ways we're similar. firstly we're both from chinese schools so the use of chinese vulgarities is quite frequent. haha. secondly we're both horny. but zhicong hornier. he says he look for girls look at the length of skirt first. wtf right. haha. i was telling him face more impt than skirt. some fat girl wear miniskirt you want to see meh. then he start laughin. thirdly wearr around the same height. ok that was dumb. fourthly we both have a passion for kayaking! yeah that rocks. fifthly when we go to the toilet, we both start playing with our hair when we are done peeing. yes we wash our hands. sixthly he likes a PLMGS girl and so do i. hahaha. seventhly we like soccer. in fact i meeting him again tmr to play soccer! eightly our jeans are always too loose. must wear belt. heh. ninthly we like lame stuff. anything that is able to talk cock, be lame, talk rubbish, make us laugh. sure like one. zhicong just now suddenly say jasmine very cocky. i was quite shocked, like, no where got, dun be gay. he say, no cocky as in talk a lot of cock. =.=  wah stil lgot a lot of similarities. dun say liao lah tired. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! one last thing that makes me happy! that day i forgot to wear tie. Mr Seet saw and came over, placed his hand on my deltoid. ok thats the shoulder area, like the end of your shoulder, the place where your arm is jointed to the shoulder. ok anyway the mmuscle you have there is called deltoid. he placed it there then start asking me why neevr wear tie and everything. then suddenly he kinda squeezed it and said, muscle big big, kayaker ah? i was pleasantly surprised and just said, yeah. wah. owns leh. hahah. see beh song the feeling. ok sorrry im being ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115599855400023503?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115599855400023503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115599855400023503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115599855400023503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115599855400023503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/wah-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115591294556733129</id><published>2006-08-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:04:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr's saturday.. and me going for gym means i probavly wont get to see you. you'd be missed! sorely! well at least i have some of the kayak guys with me. and yes zhicong i shall go with you to heeren's to shop for your stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much to say here, so much i wanna tell thw whole world, about you. but i don't dare to, cos im afaid you're reading this too and it'll just make things more awkward for the both of us.. well if you DO see this, pls at least promise to look a little longer if our eyes meet, so i can say a simple hi.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what people say and how they niao. thats secondary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115591294556733129?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115591294556733129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115591294556733129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115591294556733129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115591294556733129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/tmrs-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115572699655844028</id><published>2006-08-16T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:20:19.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seem to be blogging ONLY about kayaking. everytime i come online to blog, i try to think of other topics. but the only topic i can think of is kayaking. haha. i don't know, its like this new love. im getting addicted to the gymming and running and pull ups everyday in the morning and during breaks. no i'm not insane, no it doesnt suck. you just feel proud of yourself after surviving all that crazy shit, 24/7. i mean, morning i do at least 50 pull ups, between breaks another 50, so thats 100 a day. sometimes we do 100 as part of our training, so its 200 a day. then the gay running. we don't go for a 4.8km run, we go for a 4.8km sprint. we don't go for 8km jogs, we go for 8km runs. its all mental. motivation, the pushing force behind you, the fuel. and right now, that motivation would be next year's nationals, and the OLYMPICS. i don't know my mind is screwing itself up cos of lack of sleep. but for some reason im aiming for the olympics. i feel confused. the crazy driven part of me says, yeah go for the olympics, the other skeptical or maybe practical side says dun be gay thats too far. i dun care lah, i want to get to the olympics. sometimes we all get beaten down by the boring shit that happens arnd us, we don't see the point and we get sian. we need inspirations like this to keep us going, and its coming on strong now. i feel inspired! i want to win. i want to run fast. i want to be stronger, strongest. i want to beat everyone. i want to be the best. its all about the want. how hungry you are. man i feel like a tiger or sth. right now i just feel so motivated to run or kayak. i guess its cos of hormones. high testosterone levels. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAM. WAKE UP LAH PASS PROMOS THEN SAY. bloody hell. we're always tied down by all these gay shit. promos lah studies lah, a levels lah, getting a good job lah, marrying, having kids, living the normal life. isnt that the Singapore dream. study well get a good job settle down and live a normal life. BUEY SIAN MEHHHHH. where's the kick. to quote a famous person, Everyone dies, but not everyone lives.and i dun think the singaporean dream is about living. NO LIFE AH. look at those aunties or uncles walking around downstairs in t shirts and slippers. one day when you retire you gonna be just like them. you want meh? do something important man. i don't want all that fame or glory shit, i just want to do something significant to me in my life, something that i can take away with me when i die. haha. then  think, wife how. nvm lah, live this kind of crazy life with me. if you don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be an Olympian. so i better work thrice as hard. four times as hard. five times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115572699655844028?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115572699655844028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115572699655844028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115572699655844028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115572699655844028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-seem-to-be-blogging-only-about.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115564571590313655</id><published>2006-08-15T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:41:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. i feel good. i clocked 20"55 today for 4.8. whch means i meet the requirements for our upcoming fitness test. damn it feels good. but my legs feel like agar agar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 7 plus today even though i ended lessons at 1245. gay. finished gym arnd 230, but saw kelvin, then we went to igloo to chill. then A LOT of kayakers came up, god knows why, and i couldnt bare to leave the place. first kelvin, ten zhicong, nat, then zhiwei and yousian. thats half the guys team! had so much fun together lah, the bunch of us. i can't emphasise how much i love them. anymore i'll turn gay. now that won't be good. haha. then the girls team came up too, choosing the team jerseys. when it was the guys turn to choose, they went to play foosball and man are they loud. they were SCREAMING after each and every goal. damn loud. some of the guys said, take ruiyi away and tsound levels will drop by half. haha. kinda mean but kinda true. but we guys were also laughing and making noise when we played foosball too. damn funny. and the girls are too cute. you should have seen the way they waved their arms. kinda like primary school kids or preschoolers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like gymming alone. its all up in your head to push yourself. and the good results for duathlon only means we're on the right track. im gonna grab that medal next year. you wait and see. just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115564571590313655?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115564571590313655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115564571590313655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115564571590313655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115564571590313655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha_15.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115547476319869882</id><published>2006-08-13T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:12:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i only have one word to describe today: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played street soccer with CCHS alumni and CCHS kayakers. 12 of us, so 4v4, winner in loser out. damn shuang but damn tiring. they're good. got one Commando, one Guardsman, one OCS one, one recruit. siao. lucky they split everyone up. zhi cog is called energizer cos he running all over the place, and they call us batteries. lol. cos we can run mah. but you thin ah, street soccer court so small, can run how much. lol. got this imba guy called ivan, a bit fat one, wah left legged and damn zhun. volley and volley and volley. sui. eh dan, i think he better than you at finishing, but he dun run one lah usually wait for ball. whatever lah most imptly today damn shuang. shuang shuang shuang. oh and i saw Wei yang and Song nian. they were pointing at me when i saw and waved. they waved back also, they must have been wondering what i was doing with CCHS ppl. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then go out nat's house bathe and change, slack arnd, then met jun xiang! agreed to come my house to mug. eh nat, it worked leh, not as bad as going your house. haha. cos usually go nat house ened up playing com one, sure wun study.  BUT! we managed to study at my house. not a lot lah cos was quite tired already. song boh today meet so many ppl had so much fun end up mugging summore. sense of satisfaction! promos coming scared scared. i need to work harder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in this for real.. sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115547476319869882?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115547476319869882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115547476319869882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115547476319869882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115547476319869882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-only-have-one-word-to-describe-today.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115537637730056758</id><published>2006-08-12T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T17:52:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. VJ guys kinda OWNED the relay duathlon. we clinched 3rd 4th and 5th. it was 4k run, 4k kayak, 4k run. but it was more like a run based event lah, those who run faster win cos the boats so sucky you cant really sprint like with a competition boat. 3rd was ang you sian and tam zhi cong(tammy) 4th was Gedeon lim and Zhiwei the monkey, 5th was jia (qing + wei).  yes, you realise i didnt win anything. cos my team both are lousy runners. kinda like the last few at running. my 4.8 timing is 22:47 bloody hell. drop till 22:47. partner clocked 19 sth the other day. the other guys who won 4.8 timing is like, 18 or 17. fastest is 16:33. HOWEVER! Kelvin and I are good in the water. and we overtook arnd 10-15 ppl. 3-4 from SA,- 3-4 from PJ, 3-4 from some funny schools, 1 RJ pair, and overtook Nat and Yonghong! they werre in the lad actually but we overtook them lah, water rocked. sui lah. STILL, wasnt enough to win a medal........ but since some of my brothers did, im real happy. they anonunce top 6 positions nia leh! VJ took up half! sui boh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls didnt do as well but they did their best! yeah we're proud of them. you guys pushed! peiying and sharon esp, their running was 3rd and 4th respectively. yeah next year we'll repeat this win for legs and paddles ! then for nationals! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that gayshit training is starting to pay off. i hope the school starts to recognise us now. Mr. Tan Yew Hwee and Mrs Chan! pls give us more money! Mr teo, pls stop looking down on us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. though im kinda sad cos of what happened to kelvin. haha kelvin you noe what im talking about. so do most of you guys. sry ah kel i run so slow, mad eus lose this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115537637730056758?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115537637730056758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115537637730056758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115537637730056758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115537637730056758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115521920749326838</id><published>2006-08-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:13:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gym! i like gym. its sth i'm good at. i prefer enduring that kinda training. makes me look unproportionate though. =( sian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mugging with nat today. was fun lah, always was. but pangsehed daniel soon. sorry ah! another time hor! talked about lots of stuff, about someone, (conbtent here was removed!)&lt;br /&gt;competition coming on saturday! im kinda scared, what with kel saying we might have probelms coordinating since we are both solo boat guys. hmm. can lah can lah, i follow his stroles should be ok. we shall own on the boat. run maybe lose to some of you guys,  but on the boat we can own. we must own. we can own. now beat that you crazily fast runners! eat all my backwash! (if we can catch you after you go into the water) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to me! everyone wish me good luck! good luck guys! good luck VJ KAYAK! and most of all, good luck, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last part: entertainment! these are some gay metaphors i got from James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading some funny message siang yee sent me about gay metaphors... Below are some of the best I feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakening my lame inner child, I decided to form a few too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started praying like a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mosquito bite swell like Mount Everest shrunk down a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began pouring my feelings like lao sai after drinking tao hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears streamed from his eyes like the last few drops of pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biceps hurt like a personified broken bicycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breaking up, he was as lonely as a single testicle in the scrotum after the other got removed due to defects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so embarassed that he turned as red as stained sanitary pads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he found out he passed his econs paper, he felt as happy as a boy who failed for erectile dysfunction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His privates were as big as a baseball bat placed between two softballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His privates were as small as a half eaten sausage in between two meatballs on a satay stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115521920749326838?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115521920749326838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115521920749326838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115521920749326838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115521920749326838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/gym-i-like-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115509945264295241</id><published>2006-08-09T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:57:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kayak chalet</title><content type='html'>im finally back. im tired lah just returned from kayak chalet. mega super damn fun. loved the guys loved the company. played soccer, someone brought XBOX and PS2 and i started woning everyone on Dead or alive 3, then played Winning Eleven against Wilbur, who was second in the recently held wnning eleven tournament! keep losing. =.= not so bad lah lose by one or rwo goals. only last match lose him 4 goals. then we talked cock overnight. just sit there laug hand laugh and laugh until everybody stomachache. Yonghong the best, the most cock to talk. we were kinda high so whenever someone said anything slightly fnny we started laughing all over again. after a while buey tahan go sleep a bit. then just woke up this morning. OH YAH, we stripped yonghong naked yesterday. down to his underwear and threw his clothes downstairs to the girls. then the played the game Penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, everyone sits in a circle, and starts saying penis one by one. the person has to say it louder than the person before him, so eventually someone has to be shouting penis. thats the fun part lah. the dumbass guys go and chnge the whole thing and made it damn awkward for some ppl. see lah! you all ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything so weird now lah, dunno what to say, dun dare to say, dun even dare to look. everyone say until so obvious, 3 yr old also can guess lah. what to do what to do. for once im lost and dunno what to do. nah the feeling ain't mutual i guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115509945264295241?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115509945264295241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115509945264295241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115509945264295241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115509945264295241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/kayak-chalet.html' title='kayak chalet'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115460997793353611</id><published>2006-08-03T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:59:37.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i heard that my classmates are visiting my blog, i don't know why. but anyway, 06s64, yongsheng, sheena, jia qing and i have kinda come up with a web of scandals. hahahahha. this is how the cycle goes. it starts with the most disgusting guy in class, Quek. pls look out for updates on the class scandals. there will be updates soon. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's this really interesting post on poksam's blog. i just copied the whole thing. its an excerpt from a book. im sure you'll feel enlightened after eading it. it totally owns your ass. seriously, totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The universe (he said) is the Great All, and offers a paradox too great for the finite mind to grasp. As the living brain cannot conceive of a non-living brain - although it may think it can - the finite mind cannot grasp the infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatic and the romantic. There was a time, yet a hundred generations before the world moved on, when mankind had achieved enough technical and scientific prowess to chip a few splinters from the great stone pillar of reality. Even so, the false light of science (knowledge, if you like) shone in only a few developed countries. One company (or cabal) led the way in this regard: North Central Positronics, it called itself. Yet, despite a tremendous increase in available facts, there were remarkably few insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gunslinger, our many-times-great grandfathers conquered the-disease-which-rots, which they called cancer, almost conquered aging, walked on the moon - "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe that," the gunslinger said flatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this, the man in black merely smiled and answered, "You needn't. Yet it was so. They made or discovered a hundred other marvelous baubles. But this wealth of infomation produced little or no insight. There were no great odes written to the wonders of artificial insemination - having babies from frozen mansperm - or to the cars that ran on power of the sun. Few if any seemed to have grasped the truest principle of reality: new knowledge leads to yet more awesome mysteries. Greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search. Do you see? Of course you don't. You've reached the limits of your ability to comprehend. But nevermind - that's beside the point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the point then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the father says: The darkness of space. The child: What is beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The father: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The father: No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box abd cover it with wet weeds to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or one might take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons? Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to suggest an ending is the one absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you fell outward to the limit of the universe, would you find a board fence and signs reading DEAD END? No. You might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the egg from the inside. And if you should peck through the shell (or find a door), what great and torrential light might shine through your opening at the end of space? Might you look through and discover our entire universe is but part of one atom on a blade of grass? Might you be forced to think that by burning a twig you incinerate an eternity of eternities? That existence rises not to one infinite but to an infinity of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps you saw what place our universe plays in the scheme of things - as no more than an atom in a blade of grass. Could it be that everything we can perceive, from the microscopic virus to the distant Horsehead Nebula, is contained in one blade of grass that may have existed for only a single season in an alien time-flow? What if that blade should be cut off by a scythe? When it begins to die, would the rot seep into our universe and our own lives, turning everthing yellow and brown and desiccated? Perhaps it's already begun to happen. We say the world has moved on; maybe we really mean that it has begun to dry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think how small such a concept of things make us, gunslinger! If a God watches over it all, does He actually mete out justice for such a race of gnats? Does His eye see the sparrow fall when the sparrow is less than a speck of hydrogen floating disconnected in the depth of space? And if He does see... what must the nature of such a God be? Where does He live? How is it possible to live beyond infinity?&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine the sand of the Mohaine Desert, which you crossed to find me, and imagine a trillion universes - not worlds by universes - encapsulated in each grain of that desert; and within each universe an infinity of others. We tower over these universes from our pitiful grass vantage point; with one swing of your boot you may knock a billion billion worlds flying off into darkness, a chain never to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Size, gunslinger... size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dare not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cool eh. makes you feel damn fricking bloody small. almost insignificant. its almost like the lives we lead are really limited to those circle of frens he have arnd us. if youi look arnd, that isnt really a large number compared to the number of ppl in the world. isnt that interesting. our lives are all intertwined to form a massive network of life on earth , someone else is probably also blogging right now, maybe in alaska in an igloo with electricity, who probably also recently saw this article, and wondering if someone else in a faraway island such as singapore is blogging abt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're specks. specks of dust. now shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115460997793353611?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115460997793353611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115460997793353611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115460997793353611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115460997793353611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-heard-that-my-classmates-are.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115452330696680708</id><published>2006-08-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:57:46.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg.</title><content type='html'>wah siao. im getting a bit worried. my running (4.5) has suddenly dropped progressively from 21:00 to 22:47 to 24:12 today. WTF??????? WHY SUDDENLY LIKE THAT ONE? like that confirm kena suspended one. EFF. man im getting scared. Daniel soon! now run slower than you liao lah! happy liao lah! haha. sian. eh national day week when we mugging can go run together also. since you're now faster i can pace you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ah how ah. anyone can explain to me why suddenly drop so much. ruiyi says its cos im running everyday thats why. but if zhiwei can i must also mah... who got secret formula bring my running back to form one.. haha ok thats kinda impossible. but any advice pls just spill here! haha. thanks hor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115452330696680708?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115452330696680708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115452330696680708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115452330696680708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115452330696680708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg.html' title='omg.'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115435412668373860</id><published>2006-07-31T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:55:26.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im disappointed with my performance today. so tmr im gonna chiong more and more. until i no strength to walk. GRAHHH. i shall run 4.8 once timed, then one more time. then go gym. THEN go home sleep. and mug after. wah. yeah set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a good mood now though. cos tmr i end at 1245. and i have damn little lessons. AND i noe im gonna chiong and do well. whoa tmr is gonna be a gd day.coolcool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115435412668373860?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115435412668373860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115435412668373860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115435412668373860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115435412668373860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-disappointed-with-my-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115424469875263674</id><published>2006-07-30T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:31:38.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chibai</title><content type='html'>eff off. if you pang sehed me today, eff off. now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see beh sian. was supposed to go mug together, outside. i got TRIPLE PANG SEH ed. beat that. total KO. in the end i left alone at the airport mugging. can last how long..... 3 hours only nia buey tahan already. best part is i go there do math never bring calculator. ^$#^%*&amp;^*(^$#@@$#%^*^    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that bad lah was doing integration so no need calc. and the notes hor, got copy no copy no diff on. that lousy lecturer all his workings skip steps one. k lah my math not very good lah thats why don't understand what he writing. still. where got lecturer all the workings skip steps one. like that only the math pros understand one. KNNBCCB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want jun xiang........ jun xiang come back mug with me lah you most steady one... say mug means mug, no pangseh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fuck all this unpleasantness. on a brighter note, at least im going for a bbq this coming saturday with 4K. we can play lan. not with james though. heh jkjk. or watch lake house. daniel you want say lah,, dun shy.... hahaha. see you guys soon man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhicong! get well soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115424469875263674?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115424469875263674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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hospitalised. sian. and im listening to Knocking on Heaven's Door right now. kinda like, wrong song to listen now. haha. k change song. i hope he gets well soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw the trailer of lake house not long ago. wah i wanna watch. seems like a damn touching story that will cause ppl to cry and cry and cry. no, im not being emo, im just saying the truth. so you should go catch it too! don't think i'll watch with a guy though. that would seem damn gay. so must ask a girl.. hmmm.. oh yah! daniel soon you wanna watch with me not? i asking you out officially.. hahahaha. then i can sing the song "don't cry" for you the whole movie. kk? hee. and since you think i secretly admire james, we call james along also lah? then i can one leg step two boats also. hahaha. quickly reply me hor! im so excited. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115409073577195496?l=junkia.blogspot.com' 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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-31399554.post-115399942061301405</id><published>2006-07-27T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:08:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>wah i feel damn bad. i just went to the doc, he say i caught a cough or flu virus dunno what lah, and today i was coughing all  the way in the LTs. so if you were in the LT i was in today, good luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800-0915hrs: LT 1  Econs  Cost benefit Analysis lecture&lt;br /&gt;1025-1100hre: LT 4  Physics Superposition lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that bad lah today two lectures nia. haha. if you werew in these lectures. sorry!! especially you sian and gary, you two sit next to me, good luck hor! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah james' blog is damn amusing. you all should go take a read. its like, joke of the day. every post is amusing in some way or another. next time can be comedian sia james. sure win one. got experience in acting some more! cai3 hong2 xia4 ri2 ying2 leh! don't play play. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115399942061301405?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115399942061301405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115399942061301405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115399942061301405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115399942061301405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115391701083450518</id><published>2006-07-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:33:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guys</title><content type='html'>i have cuts all over. a side effect of training at bedok reservoir. pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day my econs teacher was saying, you don't normally see cute/good looking guys with ugly girls, but you see pretty girls with ugly guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pei fang said, guys are always like that, they go for looks first then realise after going steady that their girlfriends are complete bitches. and at this age there aren't  pretty girls with nice character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now her last sentence was bullshit, cos i was talking to one just the other day on the way home on 53. but you do realise that she and my econs teacher has a point. many a time i have seen ugly fat pimply guys going out, holding hands with this ravishing girl. but since when do you see the cute guy holding hands with a fat ugly girl. nope. guys are fucking superficial. pei fang said so, without the f word, i inserted that for drama. but i think she's right. why are guys like that? are looks that important? it certainly seems so. someone once asked me, are you thinking of sex? i replied no. this was TOTALLY random. i was standing at the busstop. then she replied, then you're not a guy, cos guys think of sex 271 times a day. now thats gay. what kind of a horny ass thnks of sex 271 times a day?? hell i think of handing in my math homework 271 times a day! firstly someone who is that horny is bound to end up molesting someone sooner or later. secondly we don't have that much free time! if im not mugging im probably training. when training finishes i go home, mug, then fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"men are visual creatures" as quoted from a book. which explains why we are "turned on" by pretty girls, or anything that is testosterone inducing. so are we superficial? i think so. the other day there was a tv show on. the girl said, 9 out of 10 guys are horny. the last one is gay. thats interesting. i don't know, and they always say women are hard to understand. guys are kinda weird too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt make sense im shooting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random food for thought. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seemed distraught today. ya ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me softly&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang your head in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel inside I've&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;Somethin's changin' inside you&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;I still love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a whisper&lt;br /&gt;And give me a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Give me a kiss before you&lt;br /&gt;tell me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take it so hard now&lt;br /&gt;And please don't take it so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be thinkin' of you&lt;br /&gt;And the times we had...baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please remember that I never lied&lt;br /&gt;And please remember&lt;br /&gt;how I felt inside now honey&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make it your own way&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be alright now sugar&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come the morning light now baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;An don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;An don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby maybe someday&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115391701083450518?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115391701083450518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115391701083450518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115391701083450518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115391701083450518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/07/guys.html' title='guys'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115382805977501576</id><published>2006-07-25T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:49:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunman</title><content type='html'>Had a mini dunman conference today during break, with kelvin lin, daniel soon, han loong,wei deng, james. damn funny sia. and daniel bully james again, aww.... haha poor james. wah i miss dunman days man.. i just realised my best friends are still those from dunman. the people who are always able to make me laugh with all their quirks and dumb jokes. shang yunn for example hides from me everytime he sees me. then he will say " wah shuai shuai.." full of shit. so now i disturb him also. ayah dunman high life is all about disturbing each other, a process called niaoing, where niao is chinese for bird and ing is like, shows the process. haha sounds dumb but yeah. you'll love dunman high life lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone commented that we all like little beng bengs. really mehh... eh dunman ppl what have you gotta say to that.. haha. they say we walk like ah beng, talk like ah beng, look like ah beng, shirt tuck out like beng. hmm even my OG mate said i look so pai kia that she would have never ever talked to me if not for orientation. we are now good friends. haha. ah, looks are deceiving! ah bengs are nice people. rememeber that before you go to sleep tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with peifang and steph. they were talking abt cute guys and eveything but unfortunately i was not included. hahaha. hmm damn funny. apparently peifang thinks some tracker looks like shit, though i thought he was kinda liked by lotsa girls.  heh. the way home was super funny. once again, with dunman people. wah i kinda miss dunman. a lot. lets turn back time for one year and relive our Sec 4 years. aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115382805977501576?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115382805977501576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>wah tired. now 9.35 already, reached home at 9. damn tired. siao so much stuff to do. tmr still got 8k. &amp;#@*^%$(&amp;%*&amp;)*&amp;^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually don't mind lah, in fact i kinda like it lah, but not when im this tired! siao.. better sleep soon.. then again got so much work... EFFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny today. played soccer then captain's ball. we saw the savage side of yi rui today. everytime there is a ramble on the floor, yi rui sure there one.hahah. see beh violent sia. i think he chased the girls away.. haha. end up guys play captain's ball nia. damn gay. but still! damn fun. the highlight came at the end of training. we all sat at the flag posts, slacking, then eujinn saw uncle mayo and pointed it out to us. he was carrying a DETERGENT bottle. probably used to store AHEM. got so much meh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as he approached the toilet door cautiously, he scanned his surroundings for any potential threats.. then he stepped in and tried to close the door. alas! to no avail. so he just entered one of the cubicles. For some reason eujinn is always damn exicted when he sees uncle mayo. he walked stealthily to the toilet door, inched his head towards the toilet door, looked to us, gave up the thumbs up sign  and started laughing! silently of course. now we dont want mayo to hear us would we. heh. we all started laughing. then he tried to imitate, AHEM, the masturbation sign, hands going up and down and all that. at this point, uncle mayo came out and saw eujinn doing that sick sign. hahahahahah. buey tahan, the whole gang just started laughing and laughing and laughing and could not stop. i laughed so hard no sound came out! ahahha. gay  lah. but damnnn funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah end here lah. im damn tired. yes enen, i see you! nat, the link is repaired liao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115374898855010374?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115374898855010374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115374898855010374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115374898855010374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115374898855010374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/07/wah-sian.html' title='wah sian'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115364150154525690</id><published>2006-07-23T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:58:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>wah the weekend is abt to be over. too fast lah. like not enough time to do anything like that. have you ever wondered how come there are only two days in a weekend? how come not three or four. which dumbass chose these two days as the weekends. chose more lah! then we enjoy more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking lately, for those religious people out there, no offense to you, but do you ever question tthe roots of your religion? like, how do ya know that Jesus really lived or existed. you never know, dont ya? i mean, i can write a story abt this young boy called junkia who did marvellous things, sacrficed himself to redeem everyone else, blah blah blah. Then i go out onto the  streets and preach abt this god called junkia. all i need is great persuaion skills, charisma, wit and those kinda stuff that politicians have to make everyone believe me. then 5000 years later for all you know, there are Christians, Buddhists, Muslims, and followers of junkias called Junkiats! like, "hi are you a christian?"  "no im a junkiat." haha. kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the serious note, whats to stop someone from saying that any religion is made up those kinda stuff? nobody knows for sure whether its real or made up. think about it. just like propaganda, all u need is enough brainwashing to make you believe it. if you are fed enough of that knowledge, you will believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take for example, a taiwanese boy, who's father always called him a frog for being so lousy at studies and everything. there was a news report a while ago. one day the boy woke up and behaved like a frog. no longer talked or moved like a boy. just because of he's father psychoing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see the power of words? you just need convincing and you'll believe anything. Im not saying you ddevout christians or buddhists are wrong, cos im a buddhist too. HAHA. im just wondering. thinking. you ever thought abt this? i once talked to nat abt this, abt religions probably not real. he talked for quite a while before we both gave up cos firstly i didnt wanna hurt his feelings by saying that something he has believed in for years and depended on doesnt exist. secondly he always gives reasons that dun exactly rebbutt my statement. like, im just supposed to believe that he exists. must have faith. haha. stop here and think. why do they always talk about having faith? is it what they do to your head so you will "have faith that he exists", "have faith in Him"?  dont u think that they just say that cos they cant prove god exists thats why they say have faith? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. 95% of the people in the world believe that there is some sort of higher being of some sort in this world, including me! i know it sounds ridiculous that im saying religions dun exist and yet i believe in it, but thats the way it is!anyway this post is PURELY my opinion and there's no facts(other than the taiwanese boy example). pls do not be offended. They're just my thoughts! but id love to have a convo with anyone interested in this. there are still snsitive matters i didnt bring up. for the simple fact that im afraid they'll jail me of rine me or sth for saying all this crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats enough bullshit for today. cheers! im going to the temple now. (ironic, aint it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115364150154525690?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115364150154525690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115364150154525690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115364150154525690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115364150154525690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115356961485861934</id><published>2006-07-22T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T20:00:14.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kayak!</title><content type='html'>watched Pirates yeterday! (finally) not bad leh, jack sparrow damn funny lah, especially the part where he looks like a kebab and does the pole vault. just thinking about it makes me laugh again. my mum HAD to buy tix for the 8.30pm show, and the show ened arnd 11.15. reach home everything sleep at 12am.and i had training today. siao... luckily i dint feel the tiredness until AFTER training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was good lah, im happy with myself. on and off can sprint for quite a long distance before bracing. and nicolas is such a good man! i think all the guys loved his presence, him being so patient and nice and encouraging and all that. even shared his history with us after training. for u ppl who dunno who nicolas is, he was year two last year, VJ kayak, the ONLY ever medallist in kayak. Bronze, but who cares! he got a friggin medal! I'd just like to say a word of thanks for nicolas coming to teach us and give us that guidance and stuff. i think we all learned a lot, didnt we? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so much nicer than someone else. i think kayak guys u all noe who im talking abt. i guess life's just like that. if it sucked any harder we'd probably be sucked into a void. into another dimension or sth. but fuck lah, i train hard, u train hard, we all train hard. next year we beat the crap out of that guy. man. weirdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new target: 1. beat him at 4.8 by at least 1 minute. i think if we run 19mins or 18&lt;br /&gt;            sure win one&lt;br /&gt;            2. gym heavier than him. till he calls us monsters like he called jon ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats MY target. i hope you guys follow too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a medal next year. seriously. pray for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115356961485861934?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115356961485861934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115356961485861934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115356961485861934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115356961485861934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/07/kayak.html' title='kayak!'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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-31399554.post-115339631261031927</id><published>2006-07-20T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:51:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Sian lah. I have so much stuff to do and im putting up a blog up now, of all times. but im too fricking tired! i dun wanna mug! sian. Anyway i figured, so much funny and ineresting stuff happen to me everyday, i might as well set up a blog so ppl can see all the funny shit happening and have a laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna write much. im simply drained. i slogged my guts out during my run today. had tam zhi cong pacing me. fag leh he runs like the wind. im like a breeze only. ya know, those u can feel caressing your cheek on a cool breezy day. and if im a breeze, he's a storm or sth. probably slap you on your cheek rather than softly move across it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i love u man. thanks for pushing me ah. gym was my turn to push you huh? haha. good night guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31399554-115339631261031927?l=junkia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/feeds/115339631261031927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31399554&amp;postID=115339631261031927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115339631261031927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31399554/posts/default/115339631261031927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://junkia.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>junkia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09766815328820169037</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>
