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boozing @ my work place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Anthony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed down to catch a flick at Cineleisure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/ht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/400/ht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn stupid flick!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115905606922581495?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115905606922581495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115905606922581495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Kelis~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Club Momo after work...&lt;br /&gt;With my colleauge...&lt;br /&gt;It had been ages since i last visit here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a shock when i was there...&lt;br /&gt;Saw some one very familiar there...&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elaine!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to work @ momo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back and work also never tell people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Songster wasn't back!&lt;br /&gt;Kinda miss him actually..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115905501606176141?l=rebelliousqing.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-24890430.post-115905501630220489</id><published>2006-09-21T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T07:55:32.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drank!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kai Qi~!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Head down to Colour Zone @ Boat Quay after work...&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;The Chivas was damn cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was drunk!&lt;br /&gt;I vomit when i was @ the void deck of my house...&lt;br /&gt;Due to the mixture of too much alcohol....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115905501630220489?l=rebelliousqing.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-24890430.post-115905494345154685</id><published>2006-09-20T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T07:42:23.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Uniform</title><content type='html'>Argh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn~!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we got to wear uniform went we work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Orbit~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115905494345154685?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115905494345154685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Last Explanation</title><content type='html'>The wife came home early to find her husband making love to a beautiful, sexy young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You unfaithful and disrespectful jerk! What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you do this to me the faithful wife, the mother of your children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving this house and I want a divorce!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, replied, "Wait! Wait a minute! Before you leave, at least listen to what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be the last thing I will hear from you so make it fast, you cheating creep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving home this young lady asked for a ride. I saw her so defenceless that I went ahead and allowed her into my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed she was very thin, not well dressed and dirty. She mentioned she had not eaten for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas I made for you last night that you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll gain more weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I served them to her, the poor young thing, practically inhaled them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she was dirty I asked her if she'd like to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was showering, I noticed her clothes were worn-out and full of holes, so I threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she needed clothes, I gave her the pair of jeans that you no longer wear because they're too tight on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she dressed, I walked the young woman to the door where she turned around and with tears of gratitude streaming down her cheeks, she asked me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, do you have anything else your wife doesn't use?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115905484306756077?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115905484306756077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115905484306756077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115905484306756077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115905484306756077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-explanation.html' title='Last Explanation'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115905451472111705</id><published>2006-09-18T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T07:35:14.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Laugh!</title><content type='html'>1) One Singh was enjoying the sun at the beach in America. A lady came and asked him, " Are you relaxing?" Singh answered, "No, I am Banta Singh". Another guy came and asked the him the same question. Singh answered, "No No Me Banta Singh!" Third one came and asked him the same question again. Singh was totally annoyed and decided to shift his place. While walking he saw another Singh soaking in the sun. He went up to him and asked, "Are you Relaxing?" The other Singh was a lot more educated and answered, "Yes, I am relaxing." The Singh slapped him on his face and said, "Stupid, idiot. Everyone is looking for you and you are sitting over here!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) A Singh died and went to heaven.When he got to the pearly gate Saint Peter told him that new rules were in effect due to the advances in education on earth. In order to gain admittance a prospective heavenly soul, he must answer two questions: 1. Name two days of the week that begin with "T". 2. How many seconds are in a year? The Singh thought for a few minutes and answered... 1. The two days of the week that begin with "T" are Today &amp; Tomorrow. 2. There are 12 seconds in a year. Saint Peter said, "OK, I'll buy the Today and Tomorrow answer, even though it's not the answer I expected. But how did you get 12 seconds in a year?" The Singh replied, "Well, January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd, etc..." Saint Peter lets him in without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Jasmeet Kaur caught her husband Santa Singh searching high and low all around his living room. Jasmeet : "What are you searching?" Santa :"Hidden cameras!" Jasmeet:"And what makes you think that there are hidden cameras here?" Santa : "That guy on TV knows exactly what I am doing. Why every few minutes he keeps saying 'You are watching the Star World Channel'. How does he know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Having lost his donkey a Singh, got down to his knees and started thanking God. A passerby saw him and asked, "Your donkey is missing; what are you thanking God for?" The Singh replied "I am thanking Him for seeing to it that I wasn't riding the donkey at that time, otherwise I would have been missing too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Sardar Gurbachan Singh is appearing for his University final examination. He takes his seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes his shoes off and throws them out of the window. He then removes his turban and throws it away as well. His shirt, pant, socks and watch follow suit. The invigilator, alarmed, approaches him and asks what is going on. "Oye, I am only following the instructions here"! It says here "Answer the following questions in brief".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Two Singhs were sitting outside a clinic. One of them was crying like hell. So the other asked, "Why are you crying?" The first one said, "I came here for blood test" Second one asked, "So? Are you afraid?" First one replied, "No, not that. During the blood test they cut my finger" Hearing this, the second one started crying. The first one was astonished and asked the other, "Why are you crying?" The other replied, "I have come for my urine test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) A Singh goes to a hotel and eats heartily. After eating he goes to wash hands but starts washing the basin instead. The manager comes running and asks him, "Mr. Singh, what are you doing?" To this the man replies,"Oye, see the board here ---"Wash Basin".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115905451472111705?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115905451472111705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115905451472111705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115905451472111705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115905451472111705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-for-laugh.html' title='Just For Laugh!'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115905434328439180</id><published>2006-09-17T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T07:32:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Touching Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car&lt;br /&gt;Stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry&lt;br /&gt;her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and&lt;br /&gt;shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid;&lt;br /&gt;I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were&lt;br /&gt;steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a&lt;br /&gt;civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost&lt;br /&gt;at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was&lt;br /&gt;More likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from&lt;br /&gt;behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This&lt;br /&gt;was the apartment I bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her&lt;br /&gt;words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my&lt;br /&gt;wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my&lt;br /&gt;wife.. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy,&lt;br /&gt;because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the&lt;br /&gt;idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something&lt;br /&gt;impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No&lt;br /&gt;Matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing&lt;br /&gt;dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon.&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer,&lt;br /&gt;visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce,&lt;br /&gt;what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from&lt;br /&gt;her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all&lt;br /&gt;The staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;Something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently&lt;br /&gt;Smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something&lt;br /&gt;To tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious&lt;br /&gt;topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me&lt;br /&gt;softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made&lt;br /&gt;her angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a&lt;br /&gt;man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she&lt;br /&gt;wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could&lt;br /&gt;hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated&lt;br /&gt;that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a&lt;br /&gt;Stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected&lt;br /&gt;To see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce&lt;br /&gt;which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and&lt;br /&gt;clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw&lt;br /&gt;Her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I&lt;br /&gt;found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from&lt;br /&gt;me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and&lt;br /&gt;in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason&lt;br /&gt;was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and&lt;br /&gt;she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning,&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she&lt;br /&gt;continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on&lt;br /&gt;the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must&lt;br /&gt;carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and&lt;br /&gt;thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face&lt;br /&gt;the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me&lt;br /&gt;feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention&lt;br /&gt;Was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So&lt;br /&gt;When I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son&lt;br /&gt;Clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words&lt;br /&gt;brought me a sense of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten metres with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I&lt;br /&gt;nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She&lt;br /&gt;went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my&lt;br /&gt;chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse.I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again,I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened The door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever.. She said. I moved her hand off my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. 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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-24890430.post-115827537617951820</id><published>2006-09-12T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:09:36.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Best Divorce Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Sandy, I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I see that my pride has cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what my heart says "There's no one like you, Sandy." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Olivia's and brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I sat on your couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Sandy? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've never really thought of that before. I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else; some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Sandy, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you. Do you remember Kim, that single mom we met at the Little League field a few years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a few beers and the next thing you know, we're banging away in our bedroom. And this chick is a total monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Sandy ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Lee's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back together, Sandy, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Lee's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, Sandy. In your heart you must know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think we could start over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Wayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115827537617951820?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115827537617951820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115827537617951820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115827537617951820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115827537617951820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/worlds-best-divorce-letter.html' title='World&apos;s Best Divorce Letter'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24890430.post-115827563435883438</id><published>2006-09-12T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:13:54.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Shit</title><content type='html'>Just another day of same shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shower&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Down to Work&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Supper&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115827563435883438?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115827563435883438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115827563435883438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115827563435883438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115827563435883438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/same-shit.html' title='Same Shit'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115827458532017184</id><published>2006-09-11T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:56:25.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>A woman goes into a pet shop looking for a parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assistant shows her a beautiful African Grey parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about this one, Madam? A beautiful bird, and it's an absolute steal at only $20. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it that cheap? " the woman asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well ", replies the assistant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it used to live in a brothel and as a result its language is a touch fruity ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't mind that ", said the woman, making her mind up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm broad minded and it'll be a laugh having a profane parrot ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Saying this, she buys the parrot and takes him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once safely in his new home, the parrot looks around and squawks at the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F**k me, a new brothel and a new madam "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a madam and this isn't a brothel " scolds the woman trying not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later the woman's two teenage daughters arrive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un-f**king-believable. A new brothel, a new madam, and now two new prostitutes " says the parrot when he sees the daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, tell your parrot to shut-up, we're not prostitutes " complain the girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they all see the funny side and have a laugh at their new pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were still all laughing when the woman's husband Dave comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In-f**king-credible, a new brothel, a new madam, new prostitutes, but the same old clients.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ya doin', Dave? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughter stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115827458532017184?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115827458532017184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115827458532017184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115827458532017184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115827458532017184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115827590556142306</id><published>2006-09-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:18:25.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moodless Ricky</title><content type='html'>Was so boring at work today...&lt;br /&gt;Ricky was really in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;As he was being NAG at by our boss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which mean no program after work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought it will be a boring day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph sms me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She coming over to keep me company...&lt;br /&gt;As she off on Tuesday....&lt;br /&gt;So nice of her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115827590556142306?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115827590556142306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115827590556142306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115827590556142306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115827590556142306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/moodless-ricky.html' title='Moodless Ricky'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115827426288194350</id><published>2006-09-10T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T07:25:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wedding</title><content type='html'>Today was a big day for Alban...&lt;br /&gt;As he's getting marry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Alvin, Mouse and Ah Hao @ Bugis...&lt;br /&gt;Then down to Traders Hotel...&lt;br /&gt;Where the wedding dinner will be held...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of glad i attend the dinner...&lt;br /&gt;For, i get to see all my brothers there...&lt;br /&gt;But i'm also kind of bored...&lt;br /&gt;As my table was filled with 3 unknow aunty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner...&lt;br /&gt;Alvin and me head down to K-Box...&lt;br /&gt;Ricky join us after work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who i bump into at K-Box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bump into Jamie...&lt;br /&gt;With her new Boyfriend uh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good catch yea~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Jamie~!&lt;br /&gt;Don't scare him off with your Tiko-ness uh...&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115827426288194350?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115827426288194350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Happy Birthday Xiao Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Xiao Ben...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had happen in the past...&lt;br /&gt;Is all in the past...&lt;br /&gt;We are still brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself ink again...&lt;br /&gt;Inked at the neck area behind my ear...&lt;br /&gt;And on my ear...&lt;br /&gt;Heez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to work...&lt;br /&gt;As i had change my off day with my colleauge...&lt;br /&gt;Headed home after work....&lt;br /&gt;Kind of feeling sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was too exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;As i had been sleeping late and waking early for the past fews days...&lt;br /&gt;Plus all the alcohol i had consume...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24890430.post-115827320878174111</id><published>2006-09-08T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:33:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K-Box</title><content type='html'>Meeting up with Alvin @ City Plaza...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to continue getting ink....&lt;br /&gt;We headed for lunch first...&lt;br /&gt;I totally got no idea where to be inked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about it....&lt;br /&gt;Stomach?&lt;br /&gt;Feet?&lt;br /&gt;Ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally make up my mind...&lt;br /&gt;It was too late...&lt;br /&gt;As the time left wasn't enough...&lt;br /&gt;So was told to come back the next day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to K-Box after work....&lt;div 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title='K-Box'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115766740582869765</id><published>2006-09-07T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T06:25:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Myself Inked Today</title><content type='html'>Was up early today....&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to City Plaza...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get my inked today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told that the artist went out for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;So i was browsing at the design...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what i should put...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of getting a star done...&lt;br /&gt;Want to get it inked behind my ear..&lt;br /&gt;But i waited long hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the artist was back...&lt;br /&gt;Is was almost time for me to get to work...&lt;br /&gt;But i insist of having inked today...&lt;br /&gt;As i believe it will be a quick one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got INKED....&lt;br /&gt;Then i hurried down to work...&lt;br /&gt;Steph make a bet with me...&lt;br /&gt;Saying i'll be late for work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry....&lt;br /&gt;But i won the bet yea~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115766740582869765?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115766740582869765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115766740582869765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115766740582869765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115766740582869765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-myself-inked-today.html' title='I Got Myself Inked Today'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115766732194242014</id><published>2006-09-06T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T06:15:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Karen</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Karen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special today....&lt;br /&gt;Went to work as usual....&lt;br /&gt;Only things is....&lt;br /&gt;I damn tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to head down to B1 again tonight...&lt;br /&gt;But i reckon i will be joining them...&lt;br /&gt;I freaking exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jocelyn sms me in the noon...&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to head down to momo after i knock off..&lt;br /&gt;Still pending about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, i decided to head down Momo for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;Since it had been some time i had meet up with Jocelyn...&lt;br /&gt;And I meeting Steph over there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;Was really in the mood to club nor drink...&lt;br /&gt;So decided to left instead...&lt;br /&gt;Going for supper at Geylang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24890430.post-115766574838971835</id><published>2006-09-05T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T06:07:40.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><content type='html'>I was outta bed extreme early today...&lt;br /&gt;Was awake at 12plus...&lt;br /&gt;Because i wanna go get my myself ink!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower and get prepare...&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to City Plaza...&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out that the tattoo artist was around...&lt;br /&gt;He went fishing off shore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try calling him before i wanna head down.&lt;br /&gt;But i cant get to him.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact he had change his cell number..&lt;br /&gt;Think i gonna go down some other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;I think i might as well go shop around...&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Suntec..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy a gift for Karen...&lt;br /&gt;As she having her birthday after 12am.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe shop one or two stuff for myself.&lt;br /&gt;But can't seem to find any nice stuff yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from Suntec....&lt;br /&gt;To Marina Square....&lt;br /&gt;To City Link....&lt;br /&gt;Raffles Place....&lt;br /&gt;Penisular Plaza...&lt;br /&gt;Penisular Hotel...&lt;br /&gt;Bugis Junction...&lt;br /&gt;Beach Road Army Market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was freaking tired from all the walking...&lt;br /&gt;And the time was only like 4pm..&lt;br /&gt;Decided to pack lunch and head down to my work place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed fish soup...&lt;br /&gt;Headed to my work place...&lt;br /&gt;Eat and slack..&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to the chicken wing man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so damn pack today~&lt;br /&gt;Freaking busy~!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm feeling so exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we headed down to B1!&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate Karen Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;With a total of 12pax...&lt;br /&gt;Can u guys image...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank 3 bottle of Martell..&lt;br /&gt;From 3.30am - 5.30am...&lt;br /&gt;All the drinking make me so bloated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to the MacDonarld at Shaw house for Breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;Talk Cock Sing Song.....&lt;br /&gt;Head for home at 7am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115766574838971835?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115766574838971835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Late!</title><content type='html'>Suppose to wake up at 2pm..&lt;br /&gt;To go for my hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;And maybe to get my new teds done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But due to the fact that i'm freaking exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;I fell back to sleep after waking for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;Only to be awake at 4pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still insist on getting my hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;Ended i was late for my work..&lt;br /&gt;And i was been nagged by Uncle(boss)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my new hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;Think is rather short...&lt;br /&gt;Look so KIDDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work we decided to go for supper!&lt;br /&gt;Supper at Geylang!&lt;br /&gt;Ricky, Alvin, Me and Peter(Manager).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was out drinking with her friends..&lt;br /&gt;Well!&lt;br /&gt;Just hope the same thing isn't gonna happen yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She buzz when i was just about to start to eat...&lt;br /&gt;Kept flooding me with question...&lt;br /&gt;Sound abit drunk to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was home at 5am....&lt;br /&gt;Shower...&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact i was freaking shag!&lt;br /&gt;And the thought of waking up early the next day...&lt;br /&gt;I concuss on my bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115743069883886784?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115743069883886784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115743069883886784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115743069883886784'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;And what's more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering a stomache..&lt;br /&gt;Argh~!&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if i had taken wrong food yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is still alright!&lt;br /&gt;As we ended work at 1am today..&lt;br /&gt;Never ended work so early before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we was told to wait for the cashier to get her stuff done before we can go off...&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;So we was playing dices among ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Qi wasn't in luck..&lt;br /&gt;He drunk almost every much!&lt;br /&gt;Heks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was leaving by 1.50am.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact is still early..&lt;br /&gt;We decided to head over to another branch of ours..&lt;br /&gt;With Me, Alvin, Ricky, Wei Qi, Karen and Coco..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go over and get some drinks...&lt;br /&gt;But they are only left with one table...&lt;br /&gt;So we was thinking of switching places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Sam(one of the boss) took a chivas out for us to drink..&lt;br /&gt;We carry on with our dices game...&lt;br /&gt;Still Wei Qi kept losing...&lt;br /&gt;Is just isn't his luck man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile Karen and Coco left...&lt;br /&gt;We decided to left too...&lt;br /&gt;Heading down to K-box @ Cine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Qi back out..&lt;br /&gt;Hence Alvin, Ricky and me went on with it..&lt;br /&gt;Was there singing till 6am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed by a sms received...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115732764261227248?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115732764261227248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115732764261227248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115732764261227248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115732764261227248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/poor-wei-qi.html' title='Poor Wei Qi'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115732659112440578</id><published>2006-09-02T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T07:36:31.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Flick</title><content type='html'>Waking up @ 6pm..&lt;br /&gt;Was still kinda piss with what happen the night before.&lt;br /&gt;But i told myself to cool down and control my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of getting a new tattoo done..&lt;br /&gt;But could not make up my mind whether to do it..&lt;br /&gt;And i'm afraid by the time i get down the shop was closed for business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i was still thinking whether to head down anot...&lt;br /&gt;I saw Serene was online..&lt;br /&gt;Hence i decided to ask her to check the shop out for me..&lt;br /&gt;As her shop at the same building where i got my tattaoo done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told that it will be close by 8pm...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the time..&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give it a miss...&lt;br /&gt;So i was yada-ing with Meh Meh, Laine and Serene on the msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was lying beside me...&lt;br /&gt;But i was giving her cold shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring her....&lt;br /&gt;Reason was?&lt;br /&gt;She know it best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after so much time wasted...&lt;br /&gt;Decided to get bath and head out..&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to bring her for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;But she say she want to head home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest to send her home.&lt;br /&gt;She decline to it...&lt;br /&gt;Hence i headed down to Bugis after she boarded the cab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to Bugis...&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Mouse..&lt;br /&gt;Shop for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;Can't get the Adidas shoe i wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about stuffs regarding work..&lt;br /&gt;And some misunderstanding regarding me and some friends.&lt;br /&gt;Was meeting up with Anthony later on at Can Cafe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due it was still early..&lt;br /&gt;We decieded to head to the coffee shop below Mouse house..&lt;br /&gt;I need to grab a bite..&lt;br /&gt;The Bak Kut Teh there was famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there eating Bak Kut Teh and drinking beer...&lt;br /&gt;Geez...&lt;br /&gt;Sound like a uncle rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Anthony called..&lt;br /&gt;He say he had reach..&lt;br /&gt;But there a slight change of plans..&lt;br /&gt;We aint heading to Can Cafe any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be heading down to Suntec City...&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with some of his friends there...&lt;br /&gt;So finish what i'm with Mouse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walk over to meet up with Anthony..&lt;br /&gt;As he will be driving over...&lt;br /&gt;Was told that we will be going to Paulaner Brahaus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a place where they self brew their beer..&lt;br /&gt;Quite a nice place to chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed there...&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with his friends..&lt;br /&gt;Order beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony pay for the first round..&lt;br /&gt;I pay for the second...&lt;br /&gt;Geez...&lt;br /&gt;I still don't like drinking beer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much beer make me so bloated..&lt;br /&gt;And i get drunk easy on beer...&lt;br /&gt;Yucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed down to my workplace...&lt;br /&gt;Was there to watch a soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;And also to pass some stuffs to my colleauge.&lt;br /&gt;Then again he order another jug of beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering at my work place...&lt;br /&gt;Saw those regular customer.&lt;br /&gt;Was ask to drink by them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez...&lt;br /&gt;I know i going to hit my limit soon...&lt;br /&gt;So is better for me to stop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up playing dices with my manager..&lt;br /&gt;Loser got to drink u one full cup of water..&lt;br /&gt;I drank a total of 4 cups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I farking bloated...&lt;br /&gt;With all the beers, hard liquor, red wine and water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Anthony left...&lt;br /&gt;But i'm staying around..&lt;br /&gt;As i dont feel like going home early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleauge, Karen suggest to catch a flick..&lt;br /&gt;So i waited for them to knock off..&lt;br /&gt;Then headed down to Cine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/41184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/400/41184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice Flick!&lt;br /&gt;Rate it 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home after the flick~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115732659112440578?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115732659112440578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115732659112440578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115732659112440578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115732659112440578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-flick.html' title='Nice Flick'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115714232187757417</id><published>2006-09-01T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T04:25:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farking Shag And Piss!</title><content type='html'>I'm totally exhausted with work today...&lt;br /&gt;Recently Friday seem to be a heavy load in my work place..&lt;br /&gt;The crowd keep coming in today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin is off today, relaxing some where out there..&lt;br /&gt;Derrick is on leave, enjoying himself in Hong Kong..&lt;br /&gt;With the shortage of one person..&lt;br /&gt;The work is like maddness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from 6pm to 3am...&lt;br /&gt;I only had three cigarettes..&lt;br /&gt;Had a quick "dinner" @ 1am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is due to the fact that, today was the starting of the month..&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone had got their pay...&lt;br /&gt;I got my tips today...&lt;br /&gt;Which is $225...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;All the tips are shared...&lt;br /&gt;No personal tips...&lt;br /&gt;Tips will be total up every 1oth, 20th and 30th/31st of the month..&lt;br /&gt;Then it will be given to us on every 11th, 21st and 1st of the month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally by the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling relax and happy..&lt;br /&gt;But who know's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just mess it up...&lt;br /&gt;She was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DRUNK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should i say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Farking High On Alcohol!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I farking sure that this aint the first time yea..&lt;br /&gt;And i did told you umpteen time before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why can you just listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally mess it up man..&lt;br /&gt;Geez....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115714232187757417?l=rebelliousqing.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-24890430.post-115706795520467234</id><published>2006-08-31T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T07:47:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old Shit! Different Day!</title><content type='html'>Nothing seem to be changing...&lt;br /&gt;In the whole of August, things all still the same...&lt;br /&gt;It just like a routine, going on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i do every day is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Club..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been indulge in alcohol almost every day...&lt;br /&gt;Out of 31 days...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i stay clear of alcohol like 10 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Geez......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when this routine is gonna stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at there one more things that came into my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Girl, Name Si Ti Fen Ni....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;I'll just hope it work out fine for us.&lt;br /&gt;And is just ain't like what happen before...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really kind of tired of it..&lt;br /&gt;Everythings seem to be quite fine for us at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will remain this way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn pek chek about what happen today....&lt;br /&gt;Really spoilt my day...&lt;br /&gt;Making me low in my mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, went over to K-Box @ cine...&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily when we left K-Box.&lt;br /&gt;Was drenched, while waiting for a cab home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home at 7am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall conclude the post of August...&lt;br /&gt;Starting for September...&lt;br /&gt;I shall resume normal blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more things to add...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my group of pals...&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i started working this job...&lt;br /&gt;There rarely time for us to meet up...&lt;br /&gt;Miss the days when we used to hang out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my Trixy Mei!&lt;br /&gt;Hope things is fine for her..&lt;br /&gt;Been ages since we last met..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missing Laine and Songster too..&lt;br /&gt;Ever since they left Momo...&lt;br /&gt;It seem so boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm late...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Laine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hitting the sheet...&lt;br /&gt;Still need to wake for work later...&lt;br /&gt;And i'm off the next day...&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i had treat u coldly today...&lt;br /&gt;I really ain't got the mood to sms.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to kept u waiting for my sms, even when you are so beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115706795520467234?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115706795520467234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115706795520467234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115706795520467234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115706795520467234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/08/same-old-shit-different-day.html' title='Same Old Shit! Different Day!'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115672264081595427</id><published>2006-07-31T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T07:50:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summary Of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry to keep you peeps waiting yea! I apologise fer the late entry!! Was kind of too busy with some stuffs... Due to the poor time management i had... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Ok~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall summarize on the things i had done during the Month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the same old stuff i had done during the earlier month... Only difference is i'm working... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4pm - 4.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Waking up time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5pm - 5.30pm&lt;/strong&gt; - Get prepare and headed down to work..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6pm - 9pm&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; @ my work place...&lt;br /&gt;(Which is the peak period of my work place, when you don't even have the time to smoke)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9pm - 3am&lt;/strong&gt; - Still working!!&lt;br /&gt;(This is when we can start to relax abit)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3am - 6am - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time To Relax And Have Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What i mean Relax and Have Fun?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well.... Is just some normal supper with colleauge, yada-ing at some coffee shop in Geylang, go shopping @ Mustafa, K-box/Movies @ Cineleisure, Drinking and dancing at some club like Club Momo, Estee, Geographer and gambling at colleauge house...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Geez.... All that make me feel tired... Plus the amount of alcohol i consume at work... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Often felt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exhausted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So usually when i home, i will shower and collapse on my bed.. Then same shit rotate the very next day.. Oh! I mean the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whole month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My only OFF day will be on Sat! Where i need to go for my lion dance training, as the competition is on the August....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115672264081595427?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115672264081595427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115672264081595427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115672264081595427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115672264081595427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/07/summary-of-july.html' title='A Summary Of July'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171147301941720</id><published>2006-07-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:00:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);" &gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's nothing but the good country surrounding me. The&lt;br /&gt;moon is shining brightly over the tree tops and its reflection&lt;br /&gt;on the water is such a beautiful sight. This is a perfect&lt;br /&gt;place for two people who are in love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here thinking about all the time I have wasted,&lt;br /&gt;just sorting out my life -- I never really realized what&lt;br /&gt;loneliness was until you were gone. It seemed as though&lt;br /&gt;things were going so good until one day you left without a&lt;br /&gt;single trace. All of our plans for the future were&lt;br /&gt;shattered. There was to be no more of you and I together.&lt;br /&gt;You were gone, gone forever. I still remember the times we&lt;br /&gt;shared, but slowly these memories are going too. One day&lt;br /&gt;they'll be gone just like you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying desperately to find you and bring you back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I dream about you every day and pray that you'll come back,&lt;br /&gt;but it's hopeless. There's no use in pretending, cause deep&lt;br /&gt;down in my heart I know you've found another. Someone to take&lt;br /&gt;my place, someone who'll love you -- but never like I loved&lt;br /&gt;you. And even though you've found another, I'll be true to&lt;br /&gt;you, even though you've asked me not to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life seems so meaningless now. I'm useless - why was I&lt;br /&gt;ever placed on this earth? What purpose do I serve? None,&lt;br /&gt;none whatsoever. People tell me that another will come along&lt;br /&gt;and take your place, but where is he? Who is he? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up on life, on love, on everything, but I&lt;br /&gt;can't. My spirits won't let me. I must go on - with or&lt;br /&gt;without you. The things that ever really meant anything to&lt;br /&gt;me are gone - vanished - never to come back to me again. All&lt;br /&gt;I have left now is my dignity, but slowly that is slipping&lt;br /&gt;away too ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a grip on myself -- I can't let this get me&lt;br /&gt;down. Life must go on. Maybe it's good that the memories are&lt;br /&gt;going, maybe then I can go on with my life as meaningless as&lt;br /&gt;it seems now. I don't hold it against you because you left&lt;br /&gt;me. It's like they always say, "Let him go and if he really&lt;br /&gt;loves you, he'll come back to you." But it's not that&lt;br /&gt;simple, now is it? The only way to having true love is to&lt;br /&gt;realize that someday it may be lost. Believe me, I realized&lt;br /&gt;that a long time ago ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about all of this is if you were to come&lt;br /&gt;back - I actually don't believe I would take you back. I&lt;br /&gt;don't deserve such pain and torture. If you left me once,&lt;br /&gt;you could do it again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my long lost love - maybe we'll meet again some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171147301941720?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171147301941720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171147301941720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171147301941720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171147301941720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/07/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115672347254345439</id><published>2006-06-30T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:22:03.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks To All Of You</title><content type='html'>I was down at work, but i going to make a excuse to leave the place early...&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm going to celebrate my birthday @ Club Momo with all my Brothers and Sisters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: Will upload the Pics Soon~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115672347254345439?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115672347254345439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115672347254345439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115672347254345439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115672347254345439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/thanks-to-all-of-you.html' title='Thanks To All Of You'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171154486444712</id><published>2006-06-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:52:24.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The altar for you still shines,&lt;br /&gt;Dust gathers on the sides,&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can ever touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the high priestess in the temple of you. &lt;br /&gt;I need you more than I need cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;You appeal to my damaged radar, &lt;br /&gt;You entice my fragmented heart. &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember ever feeling so empty &lt;br /&gt;When I'm not in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black nails are chipping &lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are more haunted than I've ever let them appear.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams taste of you &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know my own pain anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;Intermingled and laced with the loss of you. &lt;br /&gt;I do need something&lt;br /&gt;And I know its you &lt;br /&gt;But I can't make my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Form the words that dance along my lips. &lt;br /&gt;That still shine in tear filled eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my missing pieces, &lt;br /&gt;You are my soul's brother. &lt;br /&gt;And I feel your presence when you drive by. &lt;br /&gt;I can't love another when I love you. &lt;br /&gt;I can't claim passion for life when I want to die. &lt;br /&gt;You took away all the essentials for my breath....&lt;br /&gt;I have no heart, I have no passion, have no emotion. &lt;br /&gt;You carry it around in your chest,&lt;br /&gt;My heart still beating in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you&lt;br /&gt;I need you even more &lt;br /&gt;Now that you're not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171154486444712?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171154486444712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171154486444712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171154486444712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171154486444712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171138316726453</id><published>2006-06-29T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:49:43.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Leg</title><content type='html'>Bought Macdonarld for Botak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be some new girls around at work place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much crowd today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there lots of girls today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocking my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for supper after work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog leg for supper....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171138316726453?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171138316726453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171138316726453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171138316726453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171138316726453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/frog-leg.html' title='Frog Leg'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171117643668694</id><published>2006-06-28T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:46:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Long Ago&lt;br /&gt;I knew you,&lt;br /&gt;And every memory I shared with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how painful sometimes it is to remember&lt;br /&gt;Every Word&lt;br /&gt;Every Day&lt;br /&gt;Every Time&lt;br /&gt;I was with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how close I felt to something special&lt;br /&gt;Something deep inside&lt;br /&gt;You were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;You had a part of&lt;br /&gt;My Soul&lt;br /&gt;My Heart&lt;br /&gt;My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how every day I got up 'cause of you&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I couldn't wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I regret those days I kept my silence&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish I would have said something&lt;br /&gt;said anything, to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we left&lt;br /&gt;We stopped talking&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault. It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish I could change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how sometimes late at night, I can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;cause I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;And how I wrap myself so closely with that blanket you used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to remember&lt;br /&gt;Just to feel something&lt;br /&gt;to feel a part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how sometimes I lay lavishing myself in tears&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, Longing, Yearning&lt;br /&gt;to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Just to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Just to kiss you.....once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how some mornings I wake up reaching out for you&lt;br /&gt;but you're not there&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I imagine that you care&lt;br /&gt;And how once in a while I fantasize we'll talk&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish I could take my second chance&lt;br /&gt;to be near you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171117643668694?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171117643668694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171117643668694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171117643668694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171117643668694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/second-chance.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171112492446587</id><published>2006-06-28T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:45:24.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Headed down to Raffle City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass Grace her stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed down to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Off today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the Girls at my work place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, headed down to Momo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171112492446587?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171112492446587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171112492446587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171112492446587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171112492446587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171090528342917</id><published>2006-06-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:41:45.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;" To soar like an eagle "&lt;br /&gt;" To float like a feather "&lt;br /&gt;are just two ways I've heard people&lt;br /&gt;say that love makes them feel&lt;br /&gt;The times that I said " I love you "&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a wolf seeing the moon&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have come from the darkness into the light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;but could do no more...&lt;br /&gt;I could see and feel it's light,&lt;br /&gt;and yet...&lt;br /&gt;never know it's touch or even its pure warmth&lt;br /&gt;I merely know its affect on others&lt;br /&gt;From where I was I could not reach it&lt;br /&gt;but I could see the birds flying to it&lt;br /&gt;Being so close to it and yet...&lt;br /&gt;still to far.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, all I could do was watch the others&lt;br /&gt;See, feel, and absorb the light without me&lt;br /&gt;Then when I look around and see no one&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand,&lt;br /&gt;I am truly alone......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171090528342917?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171090528342917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Late!</title><content type='html'>Was late for work today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was been fucked by my boss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i got a excuse for it yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much customer around after 1.40am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving with only two room occupied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i thought we could end early today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there one customer to refuse to go off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay till the end of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for supper at Geylang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Botak and Ricky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171073927469272?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171073927469272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171073927469272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171073927469272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171073927469272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/late.html' title='Late!'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171044667863878</id><published>2006-06-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:40:05.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing To Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your music moved me&lt;br /&gt;Did things to my soul to make me love you&lt;br /&gt;My facade would crumble&lt;br /&gt;under your uncanny touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Like Molasses&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet in December&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to draw you in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't think I can forget&lt;br /&gt;What my heart longs to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold walks in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The summertime moon&lt;br /&gt;And coffee at noon - it moved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dirty laundry in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Whose eyes was I seeing you through?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet angel you could have been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't have the strength to hold you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I'll ever forget&lt;br /&gt;What this soul yearns to forget...&lt;br /&gt;Cold walks in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The summertime moon&lt;br /&gt;And coffee at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You moved me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171044667863878?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171044667863878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171044667863878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171044667863878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171044667863878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/longing-to-forget.html' title='Longing To Forget'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171038334545185</id><published>2006-06-26T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:33:03.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Went to work at 6pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was farking pack....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why is so pack on a Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those Tiko Uncle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work we went for supper at Geylang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to have Thai food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the vendor had went back to Thailand....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171038334545185?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171038334545185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171038334545185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171038334545185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171038334545185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171020335992627</id><published>2006-06-25T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:30:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Let You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I could let you know&lt;br /&gt;The star that used to be ours&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't shine anymore&lt;br /&gt;How much I miss the way you used to kiss&lt;br /&gt;The nights we shred&lt;br /&gt;filled with joy and bliss&lt;br /&gt;If I could let you know&lt;br /&gt;The soft warm breeze&lt;br /&gt;that used to blow around me&lt;br /&gt;Is now gone and cold&lt;br /&gt;If I could let you know&lt;br /&gt;The flowers in my way&lt;br /&gt;Don't bloom like before&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the destiny took you away&lt;br /&gt;If I could let you know&lt;br /&gt;How much I appreciate the time&lt;br /&gt;When we were one&lt;br /&gt;The days when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;When everything around us&lt;br /&gt;was filled with life&lt;br /&gt;We were louder than love&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the heavens from up above&lt;br /&gt;didn't accept us falling in love&lt;br /&gt;I guess we wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;but why did you come to me?&lt;br /&gt;I guess the destiny is the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;If I could let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you and that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful angel&lt;br /&gt;and that if we couldn't be in this crazy world together&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will be up there&lt;br /&gt;with you forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171020335992627?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171020335992627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171020335992627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171020335992627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171020335992627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-i-could-let-you-know.html' title='If I Could Let You Know'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115171012899271196</id><published>2006-06-25T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:28:48.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>It was the first day of work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a starting for my night life job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't be a permant job for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most i will be in this line will be 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I working there for the sake of the high pay....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115171012899271196?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115171012899271196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115171012899271196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171012899271196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115171012899271196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115170993753618826</id><published>2006-06-24T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:25:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After The Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I see you in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;You haunt me like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;I dream of our moment together&lt;br /&gt;and my heart seems to fall&lt;br /&gt;Why doust thou Romeo&lt;br /&gt;cause me such pain?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it my soul&lt;br /&gt;that screams for such tragedy?&lt;br /&gt;I feel strangely numb&lt;br /&gt;and tears blind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am a puppet&lt;br /&gt;and I lay there in a coma&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to keep me wake&lt;br /&gt;I feel like walking away,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll be easier&lt;br /&gt;But so much of me wants to stay&lt;br /&gt;For me love is an elixir&lt;br /&gt;and you've given me a taste&lt;br /&gt;Then you disappear&lt;br /&gt;from my fairytale&lt;br /&gt;And leave me alone in the closet&lt;br /&gt;I wake up from my coma&lt;br /&gt;Still hearing your soothing voice&lt;br /&gt;Still seeing your handsome face&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling your gentle touch&lt;br /&gt;Although I feel such pain&lt;br /&gt;and I know that I have a long road&lt;br /&gt;to recovery&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of peace&lt;br /&gt;through my aching body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115170993753618826?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115170993753618826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115170993753618826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170993753618826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170993753618826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-fall.html' title='After The Fall'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115170987764463709</id><published>2006-06-24T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:24:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rykiel</title><content type='html'>Waited for Zi Jie and Pei Pei to come over my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meeting up to go Punggol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Rykiel One Month Old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/DSC00069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rykiel was Kenny Daugther...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kind of shocked when Chris call and ask to head down to Momo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what i know Chris isn't a Clubber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been ages since he last club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So agreed with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting him 11.30pm at Momo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he, Trixy and Yijun was late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Joy and Karen there also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20675.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20676.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20676.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20677.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20679.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20679.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20680.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20681.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20682.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20682.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20683.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20683.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20684.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20685.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20685.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20687.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was drunk that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Thanks to Songster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115170987764463709?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115170987764463709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115170987764463709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170987764463709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170987764463709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/rykiel.html' title='Rykiel'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115170894696375707</id><published>2006-06-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:26:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know you have been hurt&lt;br /&gt;But you've also been there for me&lt;br /&gt;Wish I couldn't see or feel&lt;br /&gt;Your needs I could heal so easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pain hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;I know where you've been&lt;br /&gt;If I could only have one wish&lt;br /&gt;It would be for you to let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will both sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;Until our hearts grow old&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray and hope&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be the one you hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times that we could be&lt;br /&gt;I think that you and I&lt;br /&gt;Could have had a real chance&lt;br /&gt;I think it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over times we've both changed&lt;br /&gt;Our kids have gone too&lt;br /&gt;Still live our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but look back on all the olden days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's many years later, still wondering why&lt;br /&gt;We never did it, we never did try&lt;br /&gt;Life is so precious and much too short&lt;br /&gt;To both live like this, both with a broken heart . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115170894696375707?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115170894696375707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115170894696375707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170894696375707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170894696375707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/broken-heart.html' title='Broken Heart'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115170888389741814</id><published>2006-06-23T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:08:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>Went to get my stuff done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get my hair cut and colour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was down at Suntec....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my Insurance agent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then meet up with Botak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have our meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with the rest of the group at Momo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115170888389741814?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115170888389741814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115170888389741814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170888389741814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170888389741814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/boring_23.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115170856933542952</id><published>2006-06-22T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:03:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So he sits and thinks&lt;br /&gt;Of who he wants to be&lt;br /&gt;What's inside of him&lt;br /&gt;He can't even see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's life so perfect&lt;br /&gt;Has always been his dream -&lt;br /&gt;Something to never happen,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he could have&lt;br /&gt;Just that one special chance&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;With just one glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt, the pain&lt;br /&gt;Has dulled he light&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love of his life&lt;br /&gt;Didn't treat him right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did she make him cry&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't she even try&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't she tell him why&lt;br /&gt;So many times, She said Goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115170856933542952?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115170856933542952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115170856933542952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170856933542952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115170856933542952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115170840333975345</id><published>2006-06-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:00:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Dance</title><content type='html'>Went for my Lion Dance Performance in the Morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda a shag day man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at 11am till 5pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was damn bloody hot man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20651.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20651.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20652.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you've found another&lt;br /&gt;And you share the stars above&lt;br /&gt;But I just have to say&lt;br /&gt;That I still love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115156340544080872?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115156340544080872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115156340544080872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115156340544080872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20568.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested party please leave down your contact yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went down to Causeway Point to have lunch with Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng came to pick me up after it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a lion dance performance later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be performing the item, we going to use for the compeition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20576.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20576.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20621.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20622.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20623.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20624.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20627.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20628.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20628.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20629.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20632.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20632.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20633.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shag~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home and rest.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115156801146840624?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115156801146840624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115156801146840624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115156801146840624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115156801146840624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/piano-for-sales.html' title='Piano For Sales'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115156330518271121</id><published>2006-06-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:41:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angry and frustrated at times.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like the inside of me, is no longer alive.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out and make a connection.&lt;br /&gt;In return, getting no love or affection.&lt;br /&gt;No longer wanting to go on.&lt;br /&gt;We've lost that special bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love we had is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;It's to the point that I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;I need some love and attention.&lt;br /&gt;Among other things, I just won't mention.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting someone to be here for me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it may never be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115156330518271121?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115156330518271121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115156330518271121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Training~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet up with Boris and his friends down at Golden Mile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going down there to have some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch some world cup matches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia mei and Grace came to join us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drunk quite alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost drop drunk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115156317793773306?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115156317793773306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115156317793773306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You hurt me once, you'll hurt me again.&lt;br /&gt;But what am I supposed to do until then?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you keep coming in my life, &lt;br /&gt;right after I get over you?&lt;br /&gt;There's just that one thing about you &lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to me? &lt;br /&gt;Why do I let you hurt me over and over? &lt;br /&gt;Why can I not resist you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking maybe this time it will be different, &lt;br /&gt;but you never come through like I want you to. &lt;br /&gt;I want to get totally over, &lt;br /&gt;but I can't when you keep doing this to me. &lt;br /&gt;I hope this stops, &lt;br /&gt;cause I don't think I can take it any longer. &lt;br /&gt;What draws you to me? &lt;br /&gt;Why can't I not see what you really are? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148263372398538?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148263372398538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115148263372398538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148263372398538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148263372398538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-you-really-are.html' title='What You Really Are'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115148257466623003</id><published>2006-06-19T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:16:14.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Of Training</title><content type='html'>Headed down to Bugis with Grace....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to shop around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to get Kenny phone check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is had been month since his phone had send for repair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later was told to wait for another months before the phone can be collected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's needed to pay 200 bucks for the repair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is not under the cover of the warrenty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to the usual training.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for a bite before heading home to rest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148257466623003?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148257466623003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115148257466623003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148257466623003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148257466623003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-day-of-training.html' title='Another Day Of Training'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115148210375862799</id><published>2006-06-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:08:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I stare deep into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are locked on those of my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to understand how you found out&lt;br /&gt;How vulnerable I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to see how you could look into my mind&lt;br /&gt;And see that I would do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;My reflection's eyes begin to cry and tears fall into&lt;br /&gt;The empty sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wipes its face, blinks, and turns away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148210375862799?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148210375862799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115148210375862799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148210375862799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148210375862799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/reflection-of-me.html' title='Reflection Of Me'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115148203603304991</id><published>2006-06-18T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:07:16.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Sunday</title><content type='html'>Oh! Is another sunday yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to bugis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shop around for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to eat at Fish &amp; Co...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Mustafa Center....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some stuffs there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home and rest....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148203603304991?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148203603304991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115148203603304991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148203603304991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148203603304991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/relaxing-sunday.html' title='Relaxing Sunday'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115148128440989941</id><published>2006-06-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:58:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me remember that night,&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight and stars -&lt;br /&gt;For it was then, you held my hand and kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me remember that night forever,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the moonshine and stardust -&lt;br /&gt;For it made me feel as if you were still mine and the way we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me remember that night with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Let's not mar it with our sad good-byes -&lt;br /&gt;For it was then I felt so complete for the last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148128440989941?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148128440989941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115148128440989941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148128440989941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148128440989941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115148122055497734</id><published>2006-06-17T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:58:34.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Marriage Kelvin</title><content type='html'>Went to a wedding dinner of my Army Buddy, Kelvin Cheng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was shock of his sudden marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't shot gun marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my a few of my Army pal there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No much changes with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still look the same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to town to some meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Having some meal at N.Y.D.C at HMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happen to see Laine and Songter there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask them to join in for meal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are heading to MOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there a feature DJ there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree to join them for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my stuff done first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things often cork up last minute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to meet them up for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Laine and Songster....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148122055497734?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148122055497734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115148122055497734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148122055497734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148122055497734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-marriage-kelvin.html' title='Happy Marriage Kelvin'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115148066599044635</id><published>2006-06-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:58:57.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another day had pass,&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while,&lt;br /&gt;since I've said your sweet name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it like this?&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;When will these feelings end?&lt;br /&gt;I've waited far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are fading,&lt;br /&gt;the answers I can't find.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! how can I get,&lt;br /&gt;you out of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are running out,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;But to wait and to hope,&lt;br /&gt;that I'll get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my heart move on,&lt;br /&gt;without another tear?&lt;br /&gt;Will my emotions heal,&lt;br /&gt;if you come near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these feelings die,&lt;br /&gt;as it flows to the stream.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever wake up,&lt;br /&gt;from this endless dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148066599044635?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148066599044635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115148066599044635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148066599044635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148066599044635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-over-you.html' title='Getting Over You'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115148050478994307</id><published>2006-06-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:59:20.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Alban</title><content type='html'>Today was the Birthday of Alban...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Alban....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are meeting up at Club MoMo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate his birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We open 3 bottle of martell and a bottle of red wine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the first time i saw Jamie there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friend almost sitted on her lap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geezz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a freaking drunk day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148050478994307?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148050478994307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115148050478994307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148050478994307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115148050478994307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-alban.html' title='Happy Birthday Alban'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115147984530359651</id><published>2006-06-15T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:22:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Part Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I miss the way you make me feel as if everything revolved around me,&lt;br /&gt;How you would just call me up to tell me the silliest things,&lt;br /&gt;How you would call in the middle of anything just make me guess where you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you make me feel as if I were the center of your universe,&lt;br /&gt;How you needed to know every little plan I make,&lt;br /&gt;How you wanted to know where I was at any single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the was you make me feel as if I were your life,&lt;br /&gt;How it felt as if work and school were just intrusions to our time together,&lt;br /&gt;How every little whim I had about having you beside me was followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way it feels to be your sun, moon and stars,&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to go to sleep with a smile, your voice the last thing I hear&lt;br /&gt;(and sometimes, with you beside me),&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to wake up to a wonderful day and smile,&lt;br /&gt;For your voice is the first thing I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way it feels to be a part of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115147984530359651?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115147984530359651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115147984530359651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115147984530359651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115147984530359651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/part-of-you.html' title='A Part Of You'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115147951820485412</id><published>2006-06-15T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:00:12.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slither</title><content type='html'>As usual this few day, was all packed up with training..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to have a bite at the nearby market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was totally bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life getting totally boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So decided to find some entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to catch a flick at Cineleisure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/41077.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/41077.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Stephiee and her friend Darling there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the flick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have supper at Hougang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But due to some issue i had, i left before having it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home to get my stuff done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115147951820485412?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115147951820485412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115147951820485412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yesterday you held me tightly&lt;br /&gt;close to your chest;&lt;br /&gt;You kissed my lips with passion&lt;br /&gt;our love it was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands caressed my body&lt;br /&gt;passion was at its height;&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies blended as one&lt;br /&gt;we loved with all our might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes they said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;your heart beat quickly with mine;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would see you next week&lt;br /&gt;same place, same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have known as I drove away&lt;br /&gt;the words that you would say;&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;turned to nightmares today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the difference a day makes,&lt;br /&gt;though I want you even more;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I stand outside waiting -&lt;br /&gt;as you slowly close the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115147878025261621?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115147878025261621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115147878025261621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115147878025261621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115147878025261621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/difference-day-makes.html' title='The Difference A Day Makes'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115097983610339087</id><published>2006-06-14T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:01:06.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macpherson Again</title><content type='html'>Went for my training at Macpherson C.C. Mr Tall came down to meet up with us... Finally! After MIA for so long.. Geez... But his status is different uh! Someone is attached already yea.!.!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training we headed for supper.. Oh! Ya! We are meeting up with Mouse also.. Going to catch some soccer match, over at Evergreen.. As Meh Meh is off the next day, and he heading down to pick Rachel up.. Might as well, we go down with him and catch some match over there, and have some drinks yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting WeiLi there, went to pick up Mouse on the way down to Evergreen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the place after the match and a few juggies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ Happen to see a BIG MOSQUITO BITE on Mr Tall Neck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, some one wearing polo tee yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hekss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tall heading to BKK with his gf on 19th - 23th..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115097983610339087?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115097983610339087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115097983610339087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115097983610339087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115097983610339087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/macpherson-again.html' title='Macpherson Again'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115148184952449505</id><published>2006-06-13T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:21:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like a rose,&lt;br /&gt;Love is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When it is alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooming,&lt;br /&gt;Bright,&lt;br /&gt;Filling the air &lt;br /&gt;With a sweet fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;As it spreads its petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it dies, &lt;br /&gt;It dries,&lt;br /&gt;Becoming brittle,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually turning black &lt;br /&gt;And falling apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148184952449505?l=rebelliousqing.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-24890430.post-115148173177072197</id><published>2006-06-13T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:03:00.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macpherson</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115148173177072197?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115148173177072197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Needing</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My heart cries for you. &lt;br /&gt;It's all I hear day and night.&lt;br /&gt;It haunts me crying,&lt;br /&gt;Crying for you and your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These empty arms crying out,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, needing to embrace you,&lt;br /&gt;To make physical contact,&lt;br /&gt;To hold you close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need for you consuming me,&lt;br /&gt;Over shadowing everything,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out for you,&lt;br /&gt;Crying out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching empty air.&lt;br /&gt;Sinking down in despair.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, needing,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you so, needing you so,&lt;br /&gt;Dying a little each day.&lt;br /&gt;The need is so great.&lt;br /&gt;The pain so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness inside so great,&lt;br /&gt;So dark, so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Just a big void,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing the warmth&lt;br /&gt;That your love surrounds me in,&lt;br /&gt;Aching for the rays of your sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;That your love brings into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing, wanting,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching, crying,&lt;br /&gt;Always for you,&lt;br /&gt;My love, my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115074583880955419?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115074583880955419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Day</title><content type='html'>Was another simple day for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i did was the usual stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then follow by supper..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115074566550880842?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115074566550880842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115074566550880842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115074566550880842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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doing your math multiplication on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;CINDY: You told me to do it without using tables!&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, how do you spell "crocodile?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;JOHN: Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What is the chemical formula for water?&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: H I J K L M N O!!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;SARAH: Yesterday you said it's H to O!&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE: Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: George!&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Willie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;WILLIE: Me!&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Tommy, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Ellen, give me a sentence starting with "I."&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN: I is...&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Ellen..... Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN: All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY: "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted doingit. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?"&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY: "Because George still had the axe in his hand."&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Now, Sam, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?&lt;br /&gt;SAM: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Desmond, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;DESMOND: No, teacher, it's the same dog!&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;PUPIL: A teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006288522676705?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006288522676705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006288522676705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006288522676705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006288522676705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/kids-in-grade-school-think-fast.html' title='Kids In Grade School Think Fast'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006279707008718</id><published>2006-06-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:53:17.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I miss our talks,&lt;br /&gt;I miss your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the walks,&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me,&lt;br /&gt;You showed me love beyond compare.&lt;br /&gt;Why could I not see?&lt;br /&gt;You had so much love to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer we got,&lt;br /&gt;The more I pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was scared of the closeness you brought,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;I got such a scare.&lt;br /&gt;As I think of this I sigh,&lt;br /&gt;I hurt someone who really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you can forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;I try to think of why you still care.&lt;br /&gt;Try to make me see -&lt;br /&gt;I think in a way we will always be a pair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006279707008718?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006279707008718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006279707008718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006279707008718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006279707008718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss.html' title='I Miss'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006329160593131</id><published>2006-06-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T06:01:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Tired</title><content type='html'>Woke and went for my work.. Damn tired.. From 6am till 7pm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home, shower and rest on my bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, i ain't working tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i need to head down to Choa Chu Kang to get some stuff done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben called at fetch me around 9.30pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to ZiJie house and look for the Guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then down to Geylang Lorong 9 to have our supper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was under renovation, a few weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our favorite Wanton Mee, was no longer sold there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the boss ain't want to continue his business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then head down to Eunos for Mahjong session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won 50 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home at 3am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update my blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006329160593131?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006329160593131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006329160593131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006329160593131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006329160593131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/damn-tired.html' title='Damn Tired'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006273579867029</id><published>2006-06-11T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:52:15.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butler</title><content type='html'>A wealthy couple had plans to go to an evening ball. So they advised their butler that they were giving him the have evening off to do as he pleasd since they would be out until quite late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple went to a ball and dinner. After an hour an a half, the wife told her husband that she was horrible bored and that she preferred to go home and finish some work for the next stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband responded that he had to stay for a few more hours to meet some very important people who were his new business partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the wife went home alone and found the the butler spread out on the couch watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slowly moved towards hime and sat down very seductively. She then told him to come closer. Then even closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved forward and whispered in his ear "Take off my dress...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now take off my bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next remove my shoes and stockings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now remove my garter belt and panties"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then looked deep into his eyes and in a sharp voice shouted "The next time I catch you wearing my clothes, you're fired".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006273579867029?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006273579867029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006273579867029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006273579867029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006273579867029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/butler.html' title='Butler'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006268172581815</id><published>2006-06-10T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:34:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken And Shattered Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;It seemed easy for you to say&lt;br /&gt;But you failed to prove it&lt;br /&gt;The first time temptation&lt;br /&gt;Came your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me we would last forever&lt;br /&gt;And I believed your words were true&lt;br /&gt;But the words that you had spoken&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to have been forgotten by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006268172581815?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006268172581815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006268172581815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006268172581815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006268172581815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/broken-and-shattered-promises.html' title='Broken And Shattered Promises'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006260372390162</id><published>2006-06-10T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:50:03.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of Work</title><content type='html'>Woke at 7am.. Shower and took a cab down to work.. First day of work.. Can't be late for it.. Working in PSA! As? Car Jockey! Job Scope? All i had to do is drive.. Haa.. Driving all those brand new cars... Mostly imported, left hand drive car.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i can head to my office.. I need a pass for it.. Temp pass must me make.. But i didn't bring my i/c for it.. Heks... Had to bother my boss to come out and explain to the person in charge just to let me in this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I managed to head it for it yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today job was si called small amount of cars to be work on.. Total of 700plus of cars needed to be shifted from point A to point B.. Which is around 3 km away.. 700plus of cars, working with a team of 12 people including me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in bad weather.. Where the sun is freaking hot.. And it rain heavily halfway thru.. Shit! I got sunburn for it.. And i was drenched all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finish shifting all the cars.. Ended my work at 8pm... 12hours of work.. Super tiring... And i'm working the next day at 6am.. Shag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home, shower, set my alarm.. Concuss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006260372390162?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006260372390162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006260372390162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006260372390162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006260372390162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-of-work.html' title='First Day Of Work'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006188158751250</id><published>2006-06-10T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:38:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little John playing with his airplane</title><content type='html'>Little John was playing with his airplane in the back yard and his mother was in the kitchen washing the dishes. As John was playing she could hear her son saying "come on all you ass-holes get off the fuck'n airplane we've&lt;br /&gt;got a schedule to keep. All right all you cock suckers get on the airplane and sit the fuck down we're taking off in two minutes." When Johns mother hear this she went outside and told John to go to his bedroom because he was grounded for 2 hours. 2 hours later Johns mother came into his bedroom and told him if he could play nice he wasn't grounded anymore. So John when back outside to play with his airplane "OK all you nice people please hurry off the airplane we have to leave on time, thank you" "All right all you wonderful passengers please get on the airplane we have to leave in 2 minutes, thank you." "And all you people in back complaining about the 2 hour delay see the bitch in the kitchen".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006188158751250?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006188158751250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006188158751250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006188158751250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006188158751250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-john-playing-with-his-airplane_10.html' title='Little John playing with his airplane'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006156529272281</id><published>2006-06-09T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:32:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thoughts of you have drifted near&lt;br /&gt;I sense them in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Along with all the sorrows&lt;br /&gt;not being with you has brought&lt;br /&gt;My tears are no longer empty&lt;br /&gt;they are filled with pain and such&lt;br /&gt;The sea they form is lovely&lt;br /&gt;yet deadly to the touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When peaceful sleep encloses me&lt;br /&gt;I only dream of you&lt;br /&gt;These dreams are what hold me&lt;br /&gt;when my wishes don't come true&lt;br /&gt;This longing never ends&lt;br /&gt;and will never be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Until my life is over&lt;br /&gt;and my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;have died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006156529272281?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006156529272281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006156529272281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006156529272281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006156529272281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/thoughts-of-you.html' title='Thoughts Of You'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006147331968566</id><published>2006-06-09T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:31:14.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>Whoo! Today was the starting of the World Cup! And my first day of work tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the detergent and headed down to Eunos.. Got to finish the laundry by today.. Was there doing my laundry, folding of clothes, packing of stuffs and sweep the floor.. Haaz.. Can't believe uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Botak came over to meet up with me.. Headed down to Macpherson to meet up with the rest of the guys.. Had our meal there, and then down to Golden Mile.. For?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. We wanted to have some drinks, dance abit and to watch World Cup!! Me, Botak, WeiLi and Meh headed down... Jia Mei meeting us there after she is done with her movies... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First match! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany Vs Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. The Match was good man.. But i lose 100 bucks for it.. Damn~ But good play by both team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left around 2plus.. Headed for supper somewhere near Desker.. Then headed home, when i was home it was around 4am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working later... and i need to be awake by 7am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I bet on the second match~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poland Vs Ecuador&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006147331968566?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006147331968566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006147331968566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006147331968566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006147331968566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115006032394663126</id><published>2006-06-09T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:12:04.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanket</title><content type='html'>A Brunette, a Redhead and a Blonde escape a burning building by climbing to&lt;br /&gt;the roof. Firemen are on the street below, holding a blanket for them to&lt;br /&gt;jump in. The firemen yell to the Brunette, "Jump! Jump! It's your only&lt;br /&gt;chance to survive!" The Brunette jumps and SWISH! The firemen yank the&lt;br /&gt;blanket away. The Brunette&lt;br /&gt;slams into the sidewalk like a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon! Jump! You gotta jump!" say the firemen to the Redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! You're gonna pull the blanket away!" says the Redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! It's Brunettes we can't stand! We're OK with Redheads!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," says the Redhead, and she jumps. SWISH! The firemen yank the blanket&lt;br /&gt;away, and the lady is flattened on the pavement like a pancake. Finally,&lt;br /&gt;the Blonde steps to the edge of the roof. Again, the firemen yell, "Jump!&lt;br /&gt;You have to jump!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way! You're just gonna pull the blanket away!" yelled the Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Really! You have to jump! We won't pull the blanket away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look," the Blonde says. "Nothing you say is gonna convince me that you're&lt;br /&gt;not gonna pull the blanket away! So what I want you to do is put the&lt;br /&gt;blanket down, and back away from it..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115006032394663126?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115006032394663126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115006032394663126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006032394663126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115006032394663126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/blanket.html' title='Blanket'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115005993537401790</id><published>2006-06-08T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:05:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Castaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As a child plays with his toys&lt;br /&gt;You have played with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You used me, then abused me,&lt;br /&gt;Causing me to lose control.&lt;br /&gt;Broken and then cast aside,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of reject,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I will survive,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts do so reflect.&lt;br /&gt;How could you use me&lt;br /&gt;And take away my pride?&lt;br /&gt;When In the beginning&lt;br /&gt;You promised to always stay by my side? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115005993537401790?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115005993537401790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115005993537401790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005993537401790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005993537401790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/castaway.html' title='The Castaway'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115005980108072700</id><published>2006-06-08T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:03:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Been A Long Time Since I Saw Mr Tall</title><content type='html'>Woke up early in the morning... Only having 4 hours of sleep i think.. Headed down to Choa Chu Kang, that's where my mom stay.. Was told by her to head over, as she got stuff needed to be done.. As she wasn't around in Singapore, so i a job for the son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there around 11am... Trying to get the stuffs done, as soon as possible.. As i got a lion dance performance at 2.30pm.. But it got delay but my aunt, asking me to do this and that.. Shit! Well.. I did not manage to go for the performance.. Haizz.. All thanks to my aunt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was asking Grace whether she want to come out for lunch in msn, as she was staying in Bukit Panjang.. Telling her i can meet up for lunch then i need to head back to Eunos for work.. Was told to wash the clothes at Eunos by Alban.. She did give me a answer, so i logged off and prepare to head down.. When i was in the cab to Eunos, she called on my cell.. Telling to meet up, hence i told the taxi driver to head down to her house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited 45 mins before she head down.. Then we took a cab down to Eunos, packed some food for Meh and WeiLi.. When we head up.. I was suprize to see Mr Tall there.. Is been qquite some time since we last met.. Haaz.. His always claiming to be busy with his dog Snowy.. Snowy was just an excuse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Meh, WeiLi and Grace headed down to Macpherson.. As Meh is having his training there.. While i need to get my clothes wash before going down.. The load was quite big.. Have to wash it but a number of times.. But i only manage to get it done once.. As the detergent was used out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i headed down to Macpherson with Mr Tall and Ben.. The rest of them was already there.. Training ended at 10pm, where we headed for supper.. After supper, we headed down to Thai Disco at Goledn Mile.. With?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Mouse, Mr Tall, Weili and Grace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything ended at 3plus.. Home by 4am... Concuss....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115005980108072700?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115005980108072700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115005980108072700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005980108072700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005980108072700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-been-long-time-since-i-saw-mr-tall.html' title='Is Been A Long Time Since I Saw Mr Tall'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115005832797989868</id><published>2006-06-08T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T04:38:47.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Had A Problem</title><content type='html'>A young couple decided to wed. As the big day approached, they grew apprehensive. Each had a problem they had never before shared with anyone, not even each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Groom-to-be, hoping to overcome his fear, decided to ask his father for advice. "Father," he said, "I am deeply concerned about the success of my marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father replied, "Do you love this girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, very much," he said," but you see, I have very smelly feet, and I'm afraid that my fiance will be put off by them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem," said dad, "all you have to do is wash your feet as often as possible, and always wear socks, even to bed." Well, to him this seemed a workable solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride-to-be, overcoming her fear, decided to discuss her problem with her mom." Mom," she said, "When I wake up in the morning my breath is truly awful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey," her mother consoled, "everyone has bad breath in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you don't understand. My morning breath is so bad, I'm afraid that my fiance will not want to sleep in the same room with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother said simply, "In the morning, get straight out of bed, and head for the kitchen and make breakfast. While the family is busy eating, go to the bathroom and brush your teeth. The key is, not to say a word until you've brushed your teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shouldn't say good morning or anything?" the daughter asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a word," her mother affirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's certainly worth a try," she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving couple were finally married. Not forgetting the advice each had received, he with his perpetual socks and she with her morning silence, they managed quite well. That is, until about six months later. Shortly before dawn one morning, the husband wakes with a start to find that one of his sockshad come off. Fearful of the consequences, he frantically searches the bed.This, of course, wakes his bride and without thinking, she asks, "What on earth are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my god," he replies, "you've swallowed my sock!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115005832797989868?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115005832797989868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115005832797989868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005832797989868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005832797989868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/each-had-problem.html' title='Each Had A Problem'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939651082506009</id><published>2006-06-07T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T04:33:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swearing By The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You once swore on the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Promising your undying devotion and love.&lt;br /&gt;I later realized the moon changes every night,&lt;br /&gt;Apparently as do your vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dearly as I always did.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, so I'm willing to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that people change,&lt;br /&gt;That nothing can make you feel what you felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I'm not bitter at your words.&lt;br /&gt;I understand your heart's desires, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;The days turn into night, the sun into moon.&lt;br /&gt;I know you loved and cared once and I know you still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to live the life you Love,&lt;br /&gt;Love the life you live,&lt;br /&gt;Find a love that makes your heart jump a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me one thing and one thing only -&lt;br /&gt;Never confess your love by the moon,&lt;br /&gt;For it changes every night.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart can be broken&lt;br /&gt;By foolish but once sincere vows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939651082506009?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939651082506009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939651082506009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939651082506009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939651082506009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/swearing-by-moon.html' title='Swearing By The Moon'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115005526987056859</id><published>2006-06-07T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T04:32:07.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never In My Life</title><content type='html'>Wake and went down to Eunos... I having my lion dance performance today.. Was asked to reach by 5.30pm.. Which ended leaving at 6.30pm.. Place? Some where in Bedok.. It ended around 10pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was back to Eunos, and trying to get the stuff done.. And waiting for WeiLi to come over to meet me up. It was around 11pm when things was all done, and ready to leave.. We are going to club tonight.. Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Momo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended with me and WeiLi down to club, the rest are either tired or working the next morning.. Well.. Luckily we still got friends there.. Meiling was there with Karen and Min Mei.. Grace was also there with her friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuffs happen that night.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i almost punch a unknow her.. Geez.. LoL.. Why? This was what happen, was walking and looking for my friends. Where i spotted a girl, which totally look like a girl friend of mine.. She was standing with another girl.. Hence, i thought of scaring her by trying to punch her on the face.. I was standing beside her, on the left hand... As my fist was almost hitting her on the face, she started to turn her body.. Which make me see the tattoo on her right arm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realize, my friend doesn't have a tattoo.. Geez.. Quickly pull back my hand.. Apologise to her.. Tell her, i'm sorry.. I thought she was my friend.. Then her friend, the other girl beside her.. Was in a pose of trying to punch me.. But she was just acting.. They accept my apology.. Lucky me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second.. Never in my life this happen before.. Below was what actually happen... We was seated around Meiling table, was looking at the handphone left on the table.. Saw a O2 Atom.. So i pick up and have a look.. Then Karen came over, and hang the phone on my neck.. As there a strap on it.. The phone belong to Min Mei.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. She was walking towards me, while i was walking away from her.. Then she was stopped by WeiLi.. WeiLi was offering her a drink, but guess what.. She took the drink n splash in onto me... Making me drenched with Vodka Orange... Argh~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.. Never in my life i got splash with water in the public, whether is by girls or guys.. Shit! I'm totally fed up with it.. Well.. The drink splash on some guys behind me either.. Having him come over to question whether we got any problem with him anot.. Where WeiLi told him that, the girl was drunk ans he apologize to him.. Geez.. But guess what! I didn't show my anger on her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. If she isn't a girl, isn't my jie mei friends.. Then i think i won't be so nice then.. Haizz.. Is totally shame man.. Was seated down trying to wipe my tee, Karen and MeiLing was helping me with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's wrong man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just isn't my day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115005526987056859?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115005526987056859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115005526987056859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005526987056859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005526987056859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/never-in-my-life.html' title='Never In My Life'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939646976398094</id><published>2006-06-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T03:56:18.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);" &gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She walks along&lt;br /&gt;Walking all alone&lt;br /&gt;But she can't see&lt;br /&gt;That what she needs is me&lt;br /&gt;She comes to me,&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll leave again&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;Just what it does to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see her&lt;br /&gt;Walking all alone&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, to be me,&lt;br /&gt;To want but to not have her&lt;br /&gt;But she can't see&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much she hurts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take her back&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;But when she leaves&lt;br /&gt;It happens all again&lt;br /&gt;I hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;A pain that is so deep&lt;br /&gt;And she . . . she doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know my pain&lt;br /&gt;Or how much she hurts me&lt;br /&gt;She lives her life&lt;br /&gt;Just fine without me&lt;br /&gt;But me, I hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I hurt for only her&lt;br /&gt;And all this time&lt;br /&gt;She still doesn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach for her&lt;br /&gt;Reaching oh so far&lt;br /&gt;But she's not there&lt;br /&gt;Not there at all&lt;br /&gt;She's gone away&lt;br /&gt;Away once again&lt;br /&gt;But she'll be back&lt;br /&gt;Sometime the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939646976398094?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939646976398094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939646976398094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939646976398094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939646976398094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-hurts.html' title='It&apos;s Hurts'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-115005491396108916</id><published>2006-06-06T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T03:41:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I'm having too much thoughts.. Thoughts flooded my brain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-115005491396108916?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/115005491396108916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=115005491396108916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005491396108916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/115005491396108916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/short-entry.html' title='Short Entry'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114954058950654688</id><published>2006-06-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T04:49:49.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There was once a Scotsman and an Englishman who lived next door to each other. The Scotsman owned a hen and each morning would look in his garden and pick up one of his hens eggs for breakfast. One day he looked into his garden and saw that the hen had laid an egg in the Englishman's garden. He was about to go next door when he saw the Englishman pick up the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scotsman ran up to the Englishman and told him that the egg belonged to him because he owned the hen. The Englishman disagreed because the egg was laid on his property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They argued for a while until finally the Scotsman said, In my family we normally solve disputes by the following actions: "I kick you in the balls and time how long it takes you to get back up, then you kick me in the balls and time how long it takes for me to get up, whomever gets up quicker wins the egg." The Englishman agreed to this and so the Scotsman found his heaviest pair of boots and put them on, he took a few steps back, then ran toward the Englishman and kicked as hard as he could right between his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman fell to the floor clutching himself and howling in agony for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the Englishman stood up and said, "Now its my turn to kick you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scotsman said, "Keep the damn egg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114954058950654688?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114954058950654688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114954058950654688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114954058950654688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114954058950654688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/egg.html' title='Egg'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939642838989186</id><published>2006-06-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T04:45:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To The Source Of My Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a love like this&lt;br /&gt;dark . . . and . . . secret&lt;br /&gt;only dying, never growing&lt;br /&gt;winter of my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blossoming tendrils&lt;br /&gt;crack the glass;&lt;br /&gt;and crystal tear shatters&lt;br /&gt;obituary of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is . . .&lt;br /&gt;mind achingly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;heartbreakingly cruel&lt;br /&gt;why . . . ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939642838989186?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939642838989186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939642838989186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939642838989186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939642838989186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/ode-to-source-of-my-pain.html' title='Ode To The Source Of My Pain'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114954004114584985</id><published>2006-06-05T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T04:40:41.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tools.fodey.com/generators/animated/ninjatext.asp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://r1.fodey.com/1897452dcd738499a96bf8441801d694a.1.gif" border=0 width="384" height="109" alt="Ninja!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114954004114584985?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114954004114584985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114954004114584985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114954004114584985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114954004114584985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114946044044775002</id><published>2006-06-05T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:34:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee</title><content type='html'>This is really embarrassing for the mother, do read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Singapore story (supposedly)... Hilarious! This is an encounter of friend's friend's friend (so don't know how true, but quite funny) ...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male colleague had just boarded the train at Orchard MRT Station. He found a seat facing a woman and her 5 year old son (estimated). He soon realised that the boy was pestering his mum to bring him to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum whispered to him to hold on until Bugis station. He reluctantly obeyed. After another station, he started begging to visit the loo again. At raised voice, his mum commanded to sit and behave himself. He sheepishly sat down but could only hold on for another station before springing up to announce that he was going to pee on the ground if not taken to the toilet immediately. Completely annoyed, his mum threatened to give him a spank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, all eyes were upon them by now. How can a woman be that tough on a little child? Unable to hold on any longer, the boy suggested in Mandarin, "Mummy, you open your mouth and let me shi shi (Pee/Urine) inside", Mum said, "don't talk nonsense, or I'll really smack you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy said, "why daddy can, I cannot!!!???"Ma,"..!!!....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She alighted at the next stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114946044044775002?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114946044044775002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114946044044775002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114946044044775002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114946044044775002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/pee.html' title='Pee'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939638285128762</id><published>2006-06-04T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:30:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerless</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am powerless in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;unable to think,&lt;br /&gt;unable to move,&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to breath&lt;br /&gt;for fear that you will notice my presence&lt;br /&gt;or suddenly become annoyed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watch my footing carefully&lt;br /&gt;when I step near you,&lt;br /&gt;so as not to disturb you&lt;br /&gt;and your quiet thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cry&lt;br /&gt;I make sure I do it quietly,&lt;br /&gt;so I won't wake you&lt;br /&gt;from your well deserved sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a problem&lt;br /&gt;I hold it in and listen,&lt;br /&gt;because I know that you need&lt;br /&gt;someone to listen to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need me&lt;br /&gt;I am always by your side,&lt;br /&gt;to care for you&lt;br /&gt;and dress your wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have offered you all of me&lt;br /&gt;and yet I sit idly by,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you to give something back,&lt;br /&gt;to do anything that will show&lt;br /&gt;that you love me in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say&lt;br /&gt;the greatest pain in life is to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;that the greatest pain in life&lt;br /&gt;is to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939638285128762?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939638285128762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939638285128762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939638285128762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939638285128762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/powerless.html' title='Powerless'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114946021564875632</id><published>2006-06-04T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:30:15.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Tired</title><content type='html'>Head out with Ang Moh, Botak, Esmond, Zi Jie and Pei Pei.. Went to have our lunch at Marina Square.. Then over to Suntec Conventional hall for the IT Fair... OMG!! Freaking hell~ Lots of people there.. My goodness.. Making me feel sick man.. Is totally to crowded.. Saw Benard, Angela, Rachel and Trixy Mei there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn pack, decided to head out.. So headed down to Carrefour, as Ang Moh wanted to get some home theatre system.. Came across one which seem to be quite cheap, by Enzer.. The display set was showing 1 woofer, 5 speaker and a player.. Costing only 88 bucks.. So he decided to buy it down.. After paying, we was making our way out.. Then Botak was saying it was quite a deal man, as the player is selling for $89, what we bought was $88..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence i find some thing isn't right.. Ask Ang Moh to have it check out on the box, whether is stated player included.. Damn! I was right no player included.. So we decided to have it refund.. Went down to the information counter to get the refund done.. While we was waiting, a lady came to the counter, think she around her 30.. She was asking for a refund also.. Guess what! She was refunding her BRAS!! Haa! Can u believe anyone would refund for Bras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went over to courts and Harvey Norman to look for others theatre system... but nothing really caught our eyes.. So we head down to Bugis as we are meeting Mouse there.. Head over to the previous SONY shop, but is no longer called SONY.. No idea what is called now.. We happen to see a set which is quite tempting... Costing $299, by Samsung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh felt tempted, but he could not make up his mind.. So we shop around while he think about it.. Met up with Meh Meh there, he was with his Gf and two kids.. Whose his Gf mother looking after for.. And Meh Meh ask them to call me UNCLE~~ OMG! I dont think i look like one uncle lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over Kinokuniya to look for some books, but not can't find it.. So we went to Bugis Village to get some stuffs.. Botak want to get earrings and tongue stud.. While Esmond want to get some clothings.. Oh Ya.. Almost forgot, i got a called from Alban earlier, asking me to go down to Macpherson C.C. As he will he doing some props over there, and needed help.. Is for our lion dance troupe, as we are going for compeition this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway shopping, Ang Moh decided to get the theatre system.. So Mouse will go over and help him carrying then Meh will send Ang Moh Home, since is on the way.. So the rest of us continue shopping.. Esmond manage to get 3 tees and a shorts.. Botak bought his tongue stud and earring.. And also a new pair of piercing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zi Jie left for booking back to camp, and Pei Pei headed home.. While we took a cab down to Macpherson.. Was told to buy two bottle of Tiger, for the uncle who is helping us out with the props.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem to hav lots of people over there.. Me, Alban, Mouse, Botak, Esmond, Meh Meh, Meh Gf and the uncle... Then came Ah Mao, Ah Mao wife, Tian fu and a unknow guy.. Ben came shortly after it... We kind bored so we headed to the cafe to get some snacks.. Getting stack there in the cafe watching Toys Story 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish with the show.. Walking back, saw the arrival of WeiLi and Kelvin.. Haa.. Was there till 10pm.. Then we headed over to the market for supper... Then headed home to have some rest....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114946021564875632?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114946021564875632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114946021564875632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114946021564875632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114946021564875632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/tired-tired.html' title='Tired Tired'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114945786939952045</id><published>2006-06-04T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T05:51:09.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Vs Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know that there's always a chance for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is known as the "I Hate You / I Love You" drunken phone call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women prefer 30-40 minutes of foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men prefer 30-40 seconds of foreplay. Men consider driving back to her place as part of the foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maturity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women mature much faster than men. Most 17-year old females can function as adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most 17-year old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies af! ter gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked women. Women's magazines also feature pictures of naked women. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are turned on at the sight of a naked woman's body. Most naked men elicit laughter from women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Handwriting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken-scratch. Women use scented, colored stationery and they dot their "i's" with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in the! ir "p's" and "g's". It is a royal pain to read a note from a woman. Even when she's dumping you, she'll put a smiley face at the end of the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bathrooms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has six items in his bathroom -- a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Groceries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A woman makes a list of things she needs and then goes out to the store and buys these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a lime and a beer. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter than the Clampett's car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the 10-items-or-less lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When preparing for work, a woman will put on a Mondi wool suit, then slip on Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later, she will kick them off because her feet are under the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will wear the same pair of shoes all day. Let's not talk about how many days he'll wear the same socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women love cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite&lt;br /&gt;foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Low blows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say a man and a woman are watching a boxing match on TV. One of the boxers is felled by a low blow. The woman says, "Oh, gee. That must have hurt." The man groans and doubles over, and actually FEELS the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dressing up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will dress up for: weddings, funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Women do laundry every couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants that were hip about eight years ago, before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his mountain of clothes to the laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the laundromat. This is a myth perpetuated by re-runs of old episodes of "Love, American Style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the check comes, Mike, Dave, Rob and Jack will each throw in $20 bills, even though it's only for $22.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mirrors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are vain; they will check themselves out in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface: mirrors, spoons, store windows, Joe Garagiola's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menopause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The nature and degree of these changes varies with the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menopause in a man provokes a uniform reaction -- he buys aviator glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather driving gloves, and goes shopping for a Porsche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Telephone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richard Gere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women like Richard Gere because he is sexy in a dangerous way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men hate Richard Gere because he reminds them of that slick guy who works at the health club and dates only married women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as above, but reversed. Same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girls love to play with toys. Then when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men never grow out of their obsession with toys. As they get older, their toys simply become more expensive and silly and impractical. Examples of men's toys: little miniature TV's. Car phones. Complicated juicers and blenders. Graphic equalizers. Small robots that serve cocktails on command. Video games. Anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least 6 "D" batteries to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Men take photography very seriously. They'll shell out $4000 for state of the art equipment, and build dark rooms and take photography classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course, women always end up taking better pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Locker rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In the locker room men talk about three things: money, football, and women. They exaggerate about money, they don't know football nearly as well as they think they do, and they fabricate stories about women.=20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women talk about one thing in the locker -- sex. And not in abstract terms, either. They are extremely graphic and technical, and they never lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every actress in the history of movies has had ! to do a nude scene. This is because every movie in the history of movies has been produced by a man. The only actor who has ever appeared nude in the movies is Richard Gere. This is another reason why men hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Women look nice when they wear jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can get away with wearing one ring and that's it. Any more than that and he will look like a lounge singer named Vic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When a woman says she'll be ready to go out in five more minutes, she's using the same meaning of time as when a man says the football game just has five minutes left. Neither of them is counting time outs, commercials, or replays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men need a good disagreement to get talking, e.g., "! Wow, great movie.", "What are you, nuts? No REAL cop would have an Uzi that size." "Well, maybe he got it because he knew about those Mafia guys", etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, not having this problem, try to initiate conversations with men by saying something agreeable: "That garden by the roadside looks lovely." "Mm hmm." Pause. "That was a good restaurant last night, wasn't it?" "Yeah." Pause. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Women on a girl's night out talk the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men on a boy's night out say about twenty words all night, most of which are "Pass the Doritos or Got any more beer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restrooms &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men use restrooms for purely biological reasons. Women use restrooms as social lounges. Men in a restrooms will never speak a word to each other. Women who've nev! er met will leave a restroom giggling together like old friends. And never in the history of the world has a man excused himself from a restaurant table by saying, "Hey, Tom, I was just about to take a leak. Do you want to join me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114945786939952045?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114945786939952045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114945786939952045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945786939952045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945786939952045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/men-vs-women.html' title='Men Vs Women'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939634011596457</id><published>2006-06-03T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T05:42:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonistic Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thinking of you- acid rain falls-&lt;br /&gt;or are those tears which burn&lt;br /&gt;fiery paths of hurt down my&lt;br /&gt;face and on my neck- where I&lt;br /&gt;can't swallow or breathe - can&lt;br /&gt;this choking be my end? Yes-&lt;br /&gt;but the pain has just begun&lt;br /&gt;as the heart thirsts for love&lt;br /&gt;but only soaks in anguish - which&lt;br /&gt;drains it of life - tearing&lt;br /&gt;a jagged scar- a raw wound&lt;br /&gt;open and screeching - echoing&lt;br /&gt;through a tortured mind -&lt;br /&gt;then time is the enemy -&lt;br /&gt;all that remains&lt;br /&gt;is a skeleton of&lt;br /&gt;agonistic spirit -&lt;br /&gt;singing a haunting melody -&lt;br /&gt;"I'll love you to the bitter end. "  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939634011596457?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939634011596457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939634011596457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939634011596457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939634011596457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/agonistic-spirit.html' title='Agonistic Spirit'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114945720605056728</id><published>2006-06-03T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T05:40:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the birthday of my Dad~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Happy Birthday Dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... Let See, i didn't slept yet.. Alban came to pick me up at 9.30am.. Went to buy some paint and had breakfast around my area.. Then we headed down to Clementi, was going there to get some job done.. Like painting five doors, getting the sofa cover change, repairing of the door lock and some repair with the walldrobe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a funny car there, actually is ain't really funny.. Just look kind of stupid.. Wrong colour matching.. And it even had a Hello Kitty Sticker on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20548.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20548.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20551.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20551.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting done with it.. We headed down to Upper Changi to get some stuff... Then down to Ubi, to check Meh Meh vehicle is ready.. It was almost ready, think i will be done in an hour more.. Bump into Alban friend, he was about to go out to make deliver some stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alban told he that we will wait for him in his office for him to be back.. So we headed down to his office and wait for him.. Ready those car magazine.. Alban was thinking of getting some nice graphic for his car.. So we was browsing thru, looking so some nice shit.. But he suggest to get some nice graphic, and get it edited so it will be more unique..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i just got some graphic done up for Meh Meh, by his request..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/meh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/meh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/alban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/alban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms Meh Meh, and his already on his way down.. Mins later he arrive with his GF... was chatting abit.. Then Alban friends came back, they was outside yada-ling.. While i was relaxing on the sofa.. Meh was hungry and he ask to grab some bite.. Went to the coffee shop nearby, but it was closed.. Then Meh decided to get his vehicle collected, but he found that his exhaust pipe had been block..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alban suggest to get it done at another work shop.. So we went to the workshop and get it done... Is was getting pretty late yea, and hence i ask them to send me home... Like i say, today is my dad birthday.. We are having some steamboat at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home at 6pm, shower and relax myself on the bed... Waiting for the rest of them to come before starting with the steam boat dinner... Hence i was playing with the kids.. Acting like a kid among them, get them chase around the house.. I love kids, but sometimes they can be quite annoying when u ain't in the mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by 7.30pm everyone had arrived, and we get started with the steamboat... After eating i was preparing to head out.. As i'm meeting up with Zi Jie, Pei Pei, Botak and Mouse over at Bugis.. But i wasn't allowed to leave the house yet... Think those guys got to wait for me then.. My dad ask me to go down and get some beer up, 6 Carlsberg and 2 stouts.. I was told to have some drinks with them before i can head out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice left.. Is his birthday yea.. So i got to agree with it.. And i was forced to drink stouts, one big glass of it.. Damn! I hate the taste of stouts... It sucks man.. Yuckss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having done with drinking, i hail a cab down to Bugis Village.. meeting Zi Jie and Pei Pei.. Botak was some where nearby Bugis, he went to his work place to pick up some stuff.. Shop around while waiting for him... Bought a new tee.. Went over to the coffee shop and hav some drinks.. Botak reach around 11pm.. Then he was nagging about me, not waiting for him to get some tees together... Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hurried to over to see whether any shop is still available.. Heks.. One of the shops was halfway thru closing, but i dash in and start looking at stuffs... Botak manage to get two tees from there.. And some discount apply~ Haa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to the coffee shop as Zi Jie and Pei Pei is still around there having some bites.. Called Mouse up, He say he's going to shower now.. Then after shower he will come down to meet us... We waited for 20mins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to head over to his house, and wait for him.. Zi Jie and Pei Pei left for home... Went up to Mouse house, called him up.. No Answer.. Damn.. Both of us took turn calling him on his cell.. But there still no answer yet.. Waited for 30 mins.. still there no respond.. We even try to sms him.. Well... We think his soundly asleep, having a good dream and forgetting about us waiting.. Stupid idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed down to Mac for some drinks, still thinking there might be some chances for Mouse to call us back.. Finally realise that this ain't going to happen.. leaving Me and Botak at a lost.. No idea, where to go.. How could we go clubbing with only two peeps? Damn the Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go for a drink, Botak suggest to go down to Thai Disco at Golden Mile.. Took a cab down, saw our fav waitress.. We call her God-Mom.. She a nice lady.. And saw the manager, asking whether we want a table.. But we was given a place very near to the stage.. And we ain't like to be so close to it.. Therefore we decided to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down, get sitted near the taxi stand, thinking of what to do next.. Totally no idea man.. Lost!! All thanks to that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUPID IDIOT MOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Damn! Put us aeroplane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up heading home.. Argh~ What a day! Well~ Althought i received a number of sms asking me to head down to Momo, but i wasn't interested.. As my mood had been spoil by Mouse.. Damn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114945720605056728?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114945720605056728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114945720605056728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945720605056728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945720605056728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114945304622962374</id><published>2006-06-03T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T04:30:46.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Signs For Your Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In a Bangkok temple:&lt;br /&gt;"IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ENTER A WOMAN, EVEN A FOREIGNER, IF DRESSED AS A MAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail lounge, Norway:&lt;br /&gt;"LADIES ARE REQUESTED NOT TO HAVE CHILDREN IN THE BAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry cleaners, Bangkok:&lt;br /&gt;"DROP YOUR TROUSERS HERE FOR THE BEST RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Nairobi restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;"CUSTOMERS WHO FIND OUR WAITRESSES RUDE OUGHT TO SEE THE MANAGER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an Athi River highway:this is the main road to Mombasa, leaving Nairobi.&lt;br /&gt;"TAKE NOTICE: WHEN THIS SIGN IS UNDER WATER, THIS ROAD IS IMPASSABLE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a poster at Kencom:&lt;br /&gt;"ARE YOU AN ADULT THAT CANNOT READ? IF SO, WE CAN HELP."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a City restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;"OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK AND WEEKENDS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign seen on an automatic restroom hand dryer:&lt;br /&gt;"DO NOT ACTIVATE WITH WET HANDS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cemetery:&lt;br /&gt;"PERSONS ARE PROHIBITED FROM PICKING FLOWERS FROM ANY BUT THEIR OWN&lt;br /&gt;GRAVES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo hotel's rules and regulations:&lt;br /&gt;"GUESTS ARE REQUESTED NOT TO SMOKE OR DO OTHER DISGUSTING BEHAVIOURS IN BED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the menu of a Swiss restaurant:&lt;br /&gt;"OUR WINES LEAVE YOU NOTHING TO HOPE FOR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Yugoslavia:&lt;br /&gt;"THE FLATTENING OF UNDERWEAR WITH PLEASURE IS THE JOB OF THE&lt;br /&gt;CHAMBERMAID."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Japan:&lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE INVITED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE CHAMBERMAID."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox monastery:&lt;br /&gt;"YOU ARE WELCOME TO VISIT THE CEMETERY WHERE FAMOUS RUSSIAN AND SOVIET COMPOSERS, ARTISTS, AND WRITERS ARE BURIED DAILY EXCEPT THURSDAY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest:&lt;br /&gt;"IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN ON OUR BLACK FOREST CAMPING SITE THAT PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;OF DIFFERENT SEX, FOR INSTANCE, MEN AND WOMEN, LIVE TOGETHER IN ONE&lt;br /&gt;TENT UNLESS THEY ARE MARRIED WITH EACH OTHER FOR THIS PURPOSE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel, Zurich:&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE OF THE IMPROPRIETY OF ENTERTAINING GUESTS OF THE OPPOSITE SEX IN THE BEDROOM, IT IS SUGGESTED THAT THE LOBBY BE USED FOR THIS PURPOSE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement for donkey rides, Thailand:&lt;br /&gt;"WOULD YOU LIKE TO RIDE ON YOUR OWN ASS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong:&lt;br /&gt;"GUARANTEED TO WORK THROUGHOUT ITS USEFUL LIFE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Swiss mountain inn:&lt;br /&gt;"SPECIAL TODAY - NO ICE-CREAM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airline ticket office, Copenhagen:&lt;br /&gt;"WE TAKE YOUR BAGS AND SEND THEM IN ALL DIRECTIONS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laundry in Rome:&lt;br /&gt;"LADIES, LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES HERE AND SPEND THE AFTERNOON HAVING A GOOD TIME."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114945304622962374?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114945304622962374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114945304622962374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945304622962374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945304622962374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/english-signs-for-your-entertainment.html' title='English Signs For Your Entertainment'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939629016822616</id><published>2006-06-02T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T04:29:08.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Recall</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nothing could have made my heart break more than when you said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other person on earth could make me cry the tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for you everywhere and to no avail, you're not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hold you now - you'll never know how deeply I cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not right to love someone as much as I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the strength to go on but it's no use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cry these tears they go straight out to your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would come back to these arms - in my mind we'll never be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone and my whole world's come tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lie in bed at night in my heart your voice is the only sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love I have for you runs through my veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see nothing but you - your presence has driven me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't blame you when it was all my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could get over you, but inside my body your image is caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me - you're the only one I'll ever want in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being without your love burns deep - it cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you as I cry for all my sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll beg God to bring you back when I recall what has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget I love you as your ghost walks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until your love comes back to me - I'll forever in this heart have a hole  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939629016822616?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939629016822616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939629016822616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939629016822616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939629016822616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-recall.html' title='Love Recall'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114945290610420558</id><published>2006-06-02T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T04:28:26.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Amazing</title><content type='html'>Well.. Nothing amazing nor happening happen this whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Freaking Boring Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home whole day man.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine me home on a Friday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think something must be wrong with me lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i got to work tomorrow morning yea~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114945290610420558?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114945290610420558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114945290610420558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945290610420558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945290610420558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-amazing.html' title='Nothing Amazing'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114945261653663883</id><published>2006-06-02T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T04:23:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Management Know Their Staff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;On walking into the factory, the MD noticed a young guy leaning against&lt;br /&gt;the wall, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached the young man and Calmly said to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you earn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man was quite amazed that he was asked such a personal question, he replied, none the less,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I earn $2000.00 a month, Sir. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without answering, the MD took out his wallet and removed $6000.00 cash and gave it to the young man and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Around here I pay people for working, not for standing around looking pretty! Here is 3 months'salary, now GET OUT and don't come back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man turned around and was quickly out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing a few onlookers, the MD said in a very upset manner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that applies for everybody in this company".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached one of the onlookers and asked him, "Who's the young man that I just fired ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which an amazing reply came,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was the pizza delivery man, Sir...!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114945261653663883?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114945261653663883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114945261653663883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945261653663883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114945261653663883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/does-management-know-their-staff.html' title='Does Management Know Their Staff'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939701268164713</id><published>2006-06-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T04:17:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Will Only True</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since the first day I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the same.&lt;br /&gt;My life's been so confusing,&lt;br /&gt;and you're the one to blame . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a relationship already;&lt;br /&gt;I had been for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;We were having so many problems,&lt;br /&gt;so I never really smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, when I was sad,&lt;br /&gt;you cheered me up&lt;br /&gt;and made me glad.&lt;br /&gt;We fell in love,&lt;br /&gt;and that was good;&lt;br /&gt;but since I was taken,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I never should -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never should have loved you;&lt;br /&gt;this shouldn't have happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;You always made me happy,&lt;br /&gt;and you opened my eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that my future was clear,&lt;br /&gt;and oh so true;&lt;br /&gt;so then I broke it off with him&lt;br /&gt;to start a relationship with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always good to me,&lt;br /&gt;until that dreadful day.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I caught you with her,&lt;br /&gt;and you had nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always said you'd be true to me,&lt;br /&gt;and now I know you lied.&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me and hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;and so every night I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried because you hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;and soon it will happen to you;&lt;br /&gt;you know this would have never happened,&lt;br /&gt;If you were only true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939701268164713?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939701268164713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939701268164713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939701268164713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939701268164713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-will-only-true.html' title='If You Will Only True'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114944062298909329</id><published>2006-06-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T04:15:50.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Kid</title><content type='html'>Slept at 6am, and i woke at 7am.. What the hell! Can't seem to sleep.. Haizz.. Don't ask me why, i ain't got the answer myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lying down on my bed, forcing myself back to sleep.. But is ain't working, so i just lay down and slack there.. Waiting for the time to pass.. I'm suppose to be waking up at 9am, as Alban coming to fetch me to work at 9.45am. I'm helping Alban to work today, i'm a super free-lancer.. Heks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head for my shower at 8.40am, pack my stuffz. I was told to bring extra clothing, as we will be doing some washing later on.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job for the day? Washing of a 4 rooms flat, in Pasir Ris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alban called when he reached, and i head down to meet up with him.. Then we are off to Pasir Ris... Bought our breakfast at a coffee shop in Pasir Ris.. Went up to the house where we was suppose to get it wash up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon opening the gates of the house, there a strong smell of oil.. Bet you peeps are wondering about what i meant by oil smell right? The smell is like, you know sometimes when your mom cook, and she forgot about keeping the laundry.. Making your clothes fill with the smell of the cooking? That's what i meant by oil smell.. And the floor was so oily.. Heks.. I thought i was in some kind of oil factory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amy was there waitng for us.. Heard from Amy, this house was being rent out.. Is was rental out to some company for thier worker to stay in.. The previous tenat was 18 ladies from China.. Can u peeps believe it? 18 ladies staying in a 4 room flat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? The house stink, as is fill with oil smell.. The floor is cover with oil stain, making it sticky.. What best is even the walldrobe in the room, is cover with oil stain.. Shit.. I can't believe how they survived in it.. Can't they just take turn to do some house work? Oh! And the toilets they are gross man.. Can't image anyone would use this kind of toilet, the toilet located in any coffee shop look better then it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gross *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like there lotsa stuff to be done, we got to get it done by 2pm. As he got to meet up with some delivery man at Macpherson C.C. Hurried finish up with our breakfast, and start cracking down on it.. I was told to take care of the 3 bedrooms and 2 toilets.. While Alban will take care of the kitchen and the living room.. Time now is 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off with the master room toilets.. Geez.. Took me more than an hour to get it done. Phew~ Never in my life i saw such gross toilet in any house i been to. Then it was the master room and then the next room.. Halfway thru the last room, it was about 1pm, but job wasn't done with.. So i head out to look for Alban, it's was kind of shocking to me, when he's still getting things wash up in the kitchen.. Argh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence i told him, it will be fine to let me here, while he head down to get his stuff done at Macpherson C.C. Think there no other choices yea.. Getting done with the kitchen, he left for Macpherson C.C. Getting all my room done up, then i went to sweep the living room.. After that i went to the last toilet, it was more worse then the one in the master room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway thru my job, it started to rain.. So i head back to close all the window yea.. Suddenly Alban was at the door... He say halfway thru the journey it started to pour, so he call and cancel the appointment.. So leaving him getting done with the living room while i go n finish up the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20536.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20536.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20Package.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20Package.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20Package1.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20Package1.8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20Package2.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20Package2.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20547.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20547.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally this was all done up by 4plus.. Hence we send Amy home to Tampines, the we head down to Holland.. Got another job to do over there, touching up on some paint in that condo... But Alban decided to go have some bites before starting work, so we went to Adam Market to grab some bites.. Then down to the condo, touch up the stuff then left for Eunos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/1600/Picture%20Package.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4030/2589/320/Picture%20Package.14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Thursday,  training day again.. Well.. Our dance troupe make a polo tee for us man, with the dance troupe logo on it.. Lolx.. Anyway before heading down with training, i was kind of busy with stuffz on Alban lappy... Ben suddenly ask whether we want to go club tonight.. As he ws saying Boris call, and ask whether we want to go down to the Thai Disco.. I say anything lor.. Hence he called and confirm with Boris.. Thai Disco at 11pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we call up the rest of the guys.. After training we headed down to had supper at Desker.. Then we head down to Thai Disco.. With Me, Meh Meh, WeiLi, Jia Mei, Ben, Boris and Eddy.. Well i think we total drink 8 jugs... Can remember... Why? Cause i'm so farking drunk man.. Totally lost, head spinning... Reach home around 2am, shower and concuss on my bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114944062298909329?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114944062298909329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114944062298909329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114944062298909329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114944062298909329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/drunk-kid.html' title='Drunk Kid'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939794993721890</id><published>2006-06-01T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:12:29.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do We Behave To Our Parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45&lt;br /&gt;years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son replied "It is a crow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is&lt;br /&gt;this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What&lt;br /&gt;is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when&lt;br /&gt;he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is&lt;br /&gt;this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the&lt;br /&gt;same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT&lt;br /&gt;IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old&lt;br /&gt;tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the&lt;br /&gt;following words were written in the diary :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a&lt;br /&gt;crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I&lt;br /&gt;replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly&lt;br /&gt;each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I&lt;br /&gt;did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent&lt;br /&gt;child".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father&lt;br /&gt;had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when&lt;br /&gt;today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt&lt;br /&gt;irritated and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a&lt;br /&gt;burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and&lt;br /&gt;kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, "I&lt;br /&gt;want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I&lt;br /&gt;was a little child. They have always showered their selfless&lt;br /&gt;love on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to&lt;br /&gt;make me a person presentable in the society today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer to God, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will&lt;br /&gt;say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939794993721890?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939794993721890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939794993721890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939794993721890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939794993721890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-do-we-behave-to-our-parent.html' title='How Do We Behave To Our Parent'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939615913230423</id><published>2006-05-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:06:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Miss Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FILTER: dropshadow(;color:#000000);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:CatholicSchoolGirls BB;font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will you miss me when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you keep living your life&lt;br /&gt;Just like nothing ever occurred?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I see today how you will feel tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be just a bad memory of the past,&lt;br /&gt;A freak like you who couldn't take it any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Or will you remember me with joy in the soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure gonna miss you girl.&lt;br /&gt;In this life and all the others that will come,&lt;br /&gt;I sure can't hide my feelings for you,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it hurts like nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares, anyway, you&lt;br /&gt;Please show me what you feel for me;&lt;br /&gt;Do it before I disappear in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost gone now;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be gone forever,&lt;br /&gt;And then you might see what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;But then it will be to late,&lt;br /&gt;Since I won't be there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the dream of my life, but that wasn't really true.&lt;br /&gt;It showed up to be something else;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't like all the others.&lt;br /&gt;You were considered a freak,&lt;br /&gt;But this didn't matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;I still loved you like nothing else in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange that I couldn't forget you.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should try, but it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many times;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter, I can't forget you at all.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I'm not lying to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24890430-114939615913230423?l=rebelliousqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/feeds/114939615913230423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24890430&amp;postID=114939615913230423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939615913230423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24890430/posts/default/114939615913230423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousqing.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-you-miss-me.html' title='Will You Miss Me'/><author><name>rEbE||iOusQinG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15284229112617524433</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-24890430.post-114939750717707832</id><published>2006-05-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:05:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Angeline</title><content type='html'>Waking up to the sms from Ning.. She was asking me to go down Momo tonight.. Heks.. But is a Wednesday, is suppose to be Mambo.. Anyway was told by Ning that u got a table reserved for me.. But i told her i ain't sure whether i going down anot.. But if i would i will be there before 12.30am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then MeiLing buzz me.. Asking me where am i heading tonight... i was really sure by then.. Heks.. She asked whether i could get a table a Momo now, as today was Angeline Birthday. And she feel like going there after there dinner.. Well... told her she can have my table then.. Lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ask whether i will be going anot.. i told her NO! As i ain't know where the guys heading later, i was told yesterday we will be going to Zouk yea.. So she kept psycho me to go down to Momo.. Heks... No choice.. Had to agree on it.. Who ask her to be my Jie Mei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i called up the guys and tell them about it, they stilll decided to carry on with the zouk plans.. Leaving me, Weili and Ben going to Momo with the girls.. Since i heading down to Momo, i think i need to head down to Suntec first.. As promise i make for Ning, i promise her i will bring her Royce chocolate.. Heks.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weili is already with the girls, so i heading down to Suntec then down to Bugis Breko to meet up with them.. So i hurried to get my stuff done, as time was getting late.. Took a cab down to Suntec, to realise the shop had closed for the day.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Grumble *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i slowly make my way to Bugis, met then up at Breko.. Weili and Meh Meh was already there waiting, while the girls don't know go where to had their dinner.. Hmm.. Think there quite some time since the last visit to Breko uh.. Heks.. Was there yada-ing, waiting for Ben.. Where the sudden arrival of Mouse, shock me.. Haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to see him for a week since he started working.. Ben came shortly after Mouse.. So was there chilling, having some bites and drinks.. Halfway thru the food, the girls came over.. Asking whether we want to go off, or maybe they head down first.. Since Ben driving and Meh is willing to fetch us over, we ask the girls to wait for awhile.. Will leave after Ben finish his food.. So they waited outside Breko, Yada-ing away.. Geezz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Angeline came up to us, standing be side me.. Saying, they ask me to do it... After done with what she say.. She started to shout out.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline: Ah~!!! Fei Li Ar~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she pull out some device(is actually a alarm device for girl to be carry, and be use when u are encounter with Bian Tai, Ser Lang), and it started buzzing.. OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;The whole of Breko turn over and look at us.. Damn.. So Malu~ Can u imagine the situation? Leaving the rest of the girls laughing away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Speechless *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they finish up the food fast and left for Momo.. Mouse not going as he say his tired and his working the next day. Meh aint going either, just dropping us there.. So is seem like is 3 guys and 7 girls then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Ning that i could get the choco, as it was closed when i got there.. The we went in, trying to get to our table.. It seem so crowded.. Oh.. They are having some kind of event over there.. But we ain't really interested in it.. Then came Jia Mei colleague, another 3 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Seem like is a day where we got surrounded by girls.. Heks.. Total count is 3:16... Think is more than that.. Haa.. Ben laft early around 2am, claiming to have a headache.. Leaving with two of us with the girls... Argh~! This is Maddness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw lotsa friends there, but mostly all girls.. Don't where all my guys friends gone, usually they are always here.. Anyway, we got hell lotsa fun.. Hmm.. 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