<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:52:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel Lame's Simple Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-7634020330505299929</id><published>2009-01-14T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:21:40.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another... normal school day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a normal school day to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets ask. What is an ABNORMAL school day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that, an abnormal school day would be one that is too normal. Today morning i attempted to start the day abnormally. How?&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, it is by acting Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i act normal you ask? Ok maybe you din ask. BUT I'M TELLING YOU ANYWAY MUAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning i was actually.. QUIET in class. O_O! WHA THAT IS SO SCARY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think, because albert was so used to the noise he actually found it weird to see me quiet. During lunch he said i was abnormal. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm actually glad that there were people who enjoyed the noise i made in class. Well, to a certain extent i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that school would be boring if there weren't new things happening everyday, jokes making people happy, music that makes people angry, unserious puns and insults that make people think, laugh and react and insult back. Sometimes it's simple things like this that makes people want to go to school, well actually this is what i go to school for. I like to have friends around me, have fun together, joke together, laugh together, and work hard together. Well imagining everyday in school plainly doing projects quietly, with no music, no jokes, no laughter, i think it'd be as good as ... hm.. secondary school?? lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about this course is that we can do anything like nobody's business. Lol~ Like going for lunch anytime of the day. Going for multiple breaks, going for breaks when nobody is in the foodcourt. It's pretty good i should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i shall conclude with the statement: "Life at school will be abnormal if it were to be too normal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Never listen to kang li when he says there is no lecture. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-7634020330505299929?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/7634020330505299929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=7634020330505299929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7634020330505299929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7634020330505299929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-2099468662704083114</id><published>2009-01-11T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:20:22.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY FINISH MY 3D INTERIOR MODEL! WHOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rendered several images, but only gonna use 3 of them. Quite obvious which i'm gonna use for submission. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i dont know why the shadows look kinda like floating and stuff... but ahh well i dun care anymore. Looks good enough for me, and actually looks ALOT better than my year 1 renders. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy lah finally finish it, after like, friday headstart, den these 2 days of chionging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need to redo my stupid exterior renders again. The old file got lost. =.= Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, but i think it wont be that hard ba, with sketchup. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are the pics. =) Hope yall like em'. I'm not very good with this i know. DOING MY BEST TO IMPROVE! x.x MUST CHASE UP TO TONG ZHEN LEVEL! I WAN GET A! T_T *too dumb to reach it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzxwm5QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yH4HQQIrhjM/s1600-h/Camera05+Fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzxwm5QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yH4HQQIrhjM/s320/Camera05+Fun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289994322830615810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzjC1fpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1NY7tVyGFfg/s1600-h/Camera04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzjC1fpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1NY7tVyGFfg/s320/Camera04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289994318880538258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzaSlYwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vCxX6nNWBbg/s1600-h/Camera03+Fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzaSlYwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vCxX6nNWBbg/s320/Camera03+Fun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289994316530672386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzQXFU6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/bbFDsQ-XiOM/s1600-h/Camera02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzQXFU6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/bbFDsQ-XiOM/s320/Camera02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289994313865188258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzEJRO5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/qPB8sXbfj4s/s1600-h/Camera01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzEJRO5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/qPB8sXbfj4s/s320/Camera01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289994310586022802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr, not trying to hao lian here. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-2099468662704083114?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/2099468662704083114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=2099468662704083114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2099468662704083114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2099468662704083114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-finish-my-3d-interior-model.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SWnVzxwm5QI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yH4HQQIrhjM/s72-c/Camera05+Fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-466994655256712874</id><published>2009-01-09T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:28:56.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all... Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying to post more to attempt to generate more readers =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my blog visitors stopped visiting because i rarely update anymore... It's like i MIA liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there seems to be nothing much to post about! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago i heard william hung's "I Believe I Can Fly". It was horrible! no offence william hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i set the ending part of his song as my message tone. Darn it's annoying. People who chat with me on msn would know what i set it as... cos i also used it in my windows live messenger to disturb pple... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he goes "I can flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~" and as he runs out of breath he sighs "AH" at the ending. pretty funny to me. Haha bad comment from me  tho. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinkin of changing blogskin. Hm. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn most boring post ever. Dots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-466994655256712874?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/466994655256712874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=466994655256712874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/466994655256712874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/466994655256712874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-3303676134625526279</id><published>2009-01-07T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:24:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all... haven't been posting in a while.... been lazy. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get As for my micro design review today. x.x &lt;br /&gt;Lecturers say "it's good... " and stuff, but it's like, my crit was extremely short. Other students took like over half hour for their crit, like the lecturers still talking to them after the alarm rings, but for me it's like even when my crit ended the alarm also havent ring... it's like i took less than 10 mins. =\ Worried sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to them "Good" = B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. an A always seems so far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today feels like good deed day or something. First thing is after school i was heading to piano lesson... Then when going to get off the bus, one girl left her seat and then i realised that some coins were left on the seat, and so becos i wanted to be honest i passed her the coins back... Later on we took the same bus again and i saw that she used the coins to take the bus. heng ah otherwise maybe she no money to take bus liao lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after piano i was taking bus again, heading to AMK bus terminal. Then reach the terminal that time, got one guy still sleeping on the bus. Then most of the pple already got off the bus, den nv bother him. Then i tot of waking him up lah, then i tap his shoulder... but then he still continue slping. Few sec later i scared i also cant get off liao, cos the bus is those kind of extended one, trans island bus. So i faster get off lo, then when i left i kinda regret not forcing him to wake up lah. cos i see that when the bus turn den he wake up lol. =\ good deed failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Tired le. Play too much dota. Quitting for the moment again. Hahaha 2 days of dota is enough for me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether to change blog skin. hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Hoping for the best in my pathway to becoming architect... x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-3303676134625526279?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/3303676134625526279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=3303676134625526279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3303676134625526279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3303676134625526279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-8599405319096225855</id><published>2008-12-20T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:06:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WGE6jM2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/wdBNbr6ig2g/s1600-h/PC150151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281902231629804386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WGE6jM2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/wdBNbr6ig2g/s320/PC150151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celebration with my family =)&lt;br /&gt;This cake was bought from NYDC, by my 2nd sister faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WFuP_i0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/OBaW6OVGyG0/s1600-h/PC150156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281902225545726786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WFuP_i0I/AAAAAAAAAVk/OBaW6OVGyG0/s320/PC150156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with the cake. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WFMbokAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kZ31xSJZJjc/s1600-h/PC150158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281902216467746818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WFMbokAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kZ31xSJZJjc/s320/PC150158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decided to take fun shots. =p&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the legs at the left. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WEyAgZBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lNeWWWq4G0Q/s1600-h/PC150160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281902209374643218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WEyAgZBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lNeWWWq4G0Q/s320/PC150160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHOO! We're being idiots! i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VXFY9AWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mUJ6zo8uw1c/s1600-h/PC150161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281901424303472994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VXFY9AWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/mUJ6zo8uw1c/s320/PC150161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parents more interested in the news than the once a year occasion. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VWtEZcyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EeRs_TK6tkk/s1600-h/PC150162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281901417774805794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VWtEZcyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EeRs_TK6tkk/s320/PC150162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matchstick Advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VWfZPTpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3PkDmRyMxGw/s1600-h/PC150169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281901414104125074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VWfZPTpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3PkDmRyMxGw/s320/PC150169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siblings Pic. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VWPT2E6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/p9S7zobj_U8/s1600-h/PC150170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281901409786532770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VWPT2E6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/p9S7zobj_U8/s320/PC150170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice Pic together with my sisters and the cake.&lt;br /&gt;It's a zi pai shot. Wahaha din expect it look so nice. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VV3AWPLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rfBgs9vVKho/s1600-h/PC150173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281901403262303410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0VV3AWPLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/rfBgs9vVKho/s320/PC150173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me trying to get attention from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0TyfSXnoI/AAAAAAAAATs/DzMbkHR6_qE/s1600-h/PICT1256_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281899696088391298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0TyfSXnoI/AAAAAAAAATs/DzMbkHR6_qE/s320/PICT1256_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kope from video camera. Singing traditional birthday song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0TyIjwqEI/AAAAAAAAATk/eWwmnKFo2Y4/s1600-h/PICT1256_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281899689987319874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0TyIjwqEI/AAAAAAAAATk/eWwmnKFo2Y4/s320/PICT1256_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blow candle!! Wahahaha! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0TxqMpZrI/AAAAAAAAATc/RaynTWYMG2o/s1600-h/PC150177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281899681837311666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0TxqMpZrI/AAAAAAAAATc/RaynTWYMG2o/s320/PC150177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cut Cake. yay~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake was delicious btw. Wahaha you all dont get any. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-8599405319096225855?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/8599405319096225855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=8599405319096225855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8599405319096225855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8599405319096225855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0WGE6jM2I/AAAAAAAAAVs/wdBNbr6ig2g/s72-c/PC150151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-6911972117440162470</id><published>2008-12-20T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:36:50.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little late... but here are the pics for 15th december!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OrJ8OpKI/AAAAAAAAATU/9n3UVxGSfg4/s1600-h/PICT0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281894072541160610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OrJ8OpKI/AAAAAAAAATU/9n3UVxGSfg4/s320/PICT0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My good friends who turned up today! Late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OqzHB1cI/AAAAAAAAATM/OFq-dCxvCkQ/s1600-h/PICT0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281894066412443074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OqzHB1cI/AAAAAAAAATM/OFq-dCxvCkQ/s320/PICT0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me trying to act sian, but in the end looking like i'm trying to act cool, though i'm not looking very cool i know. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OSbz5MnI/AAAAAAAAATE/JJO73K1NuFU/s1600-h/PICT0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281893647841309298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OSbz5MnI/AAAAAAAAATE/JJO73K1NuFU/s320/PICT0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Zhang Yue at lunch.... With Kang Li and Tong Zhen not in the pic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhang Yue left after lunch because he had something on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OSE1vqxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/C7hs6NcuitA/s1600-h/PC150153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281893641675057938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OSE1vqxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/C7hs6NcuitA/s320/PC150153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're at Kallang Leisure Park! It's like... almost empty! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0ORiI2KQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PtUPniiTxA0/s1600-h/PC150117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281893632359934210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0ORiI2KQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/PtUPniiTxA0/s320/PC150117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the bowling place. Much cheaper and better than Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0ORaJJE9I/AAAAAAAAASs/jGFK7yhgjzA/s1600-h/PC150137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281893630213690322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0ORaJJE9I/AAAAAAAAASs/jGFK7yhgjzA/s320/PC150137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeay.... WHOO! I hit 1 PIN! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OQwslrQI/AAAAAAAAASk/oH6FWOEEvY4/s1600-h/PC150127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281893619088076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OQwslrQI/AAAAAAAAASk/oH6FWOEEvY4/s320/PC150127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kang Li takes "great" photos of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NimDZtOI/AAAAAAAAASc/V-ap3uODzrA/s1600-h/PC150140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281892825956988130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NimDZtOI/AAAAAAAAASc/V-ap3uODzrA/s320/PC150140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so i took "great" photos of him too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NiLFDL2I/AAAAAAAAASU/vb9E1jg4Y4A/s1600-h/PC150142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281892818716143458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NiLFDL2I/AAAAAAAAASU/vb9E1jg4Y4A/s320/PC150142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While i was at it, i took photo of tong zhen too.... She wasn't happy with one pin. hahaa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NhoGRe-I/AAAAAAAAASM/MHZcVrp6Fmo/s1600-h/PC150160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281892809326033890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NhoGRe-I/AAAAAAAAASM/MHZcVrp6Fmo/s320/PC150160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked around after bowling... Look! It's... SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NhZ7gj9I/AAAAAAAAASE/OqvN-4asvq0/s1600-h/PC150162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281892805522788306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NhZ7gj9I/AAAAAAAAASE/OqvN-4asvq0/s320/PC150162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passed some parliament buildings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NgmIF2xI/AAAAAAAAAR8/o_9wtOFQ3qs/s1600-h/PC150165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281892791616920338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0NgmIF2xI/AAAAAAAAAR8/o_9wtOFQ3qs/s320/PC150165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The UFO building... Then i hatched an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0Mh26DAII/AAAAAAAAAR0/2jz6455muUg/s1600-h/PICT0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281891713789657218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0Mh26DAII/AAAAAAAAAR0/2jz6455muUg/s320/PICT0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! Singapore! Parking Fines and Death Sentences aplenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0MhnBJLDI/AAAAAAAAARs/SOxXNKYJw7E/s1600-h/PC150167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281891709524454450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0MhnBJLDI/AAAAAAAAARs/SOxXNKYJw7E/s320/PC150167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pigeons fined for loitering outside the new court... nah i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0Mhe57crI/AAAAAAAAARk/BNq2g4ABk5s/s1600-h/PC150170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281891707346711218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0Mhe57crI/AAAAAAAAARk/BNq2g4ABk5s/s320/PC150170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some strange wooden thing outside victoria concert hall... o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0Mg-_QFYI/AAAAAAAAARc/OLytEaImsz0/s1600-h/PC150175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281891698779100546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0Mg-_QFYI/AAAAAAAAARc/OLytEaImsz0/s320/PC150175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fullerton Hotel Facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0Mgr6MmpI/AAAAAAAAARU/BuF58cHBkTI/s1600-h/PC150176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281891693657627282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0Mgr6MmpI/AAAAAAAAARU/BuF58cHBkTI/s320/PC150176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A nice tree across the river of the fullerton hotel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0KMza9MYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/70j1gSOO6ng/s1600-h/PICT0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281889153053438338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0KMza9MYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/70j1gSOO6ng/s320/PICT0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and tong zhen caught walking together outside victoria concert hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0KMuE8-hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2HXq3IkgryA/s1600-h/PICT0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281889151618972178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0KMuE8-hI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2HXq3IkgryA/s320/PICT0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we decided to take strange photos! Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0KMO3j_8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/vX8C11-Ys48/s1600-h/PICT0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281889143241310146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0KMO3j_8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/vX8C11-Ys48/s320/PICT0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they treat me eat cheese cake at Central. So nice eh? And it was delicious! Whoo! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Special thanks to kang li for the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And special thanks to kang li, tong zhen and zhang yue for coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6911972117440162470?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6911972117440162470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6911972117440162470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6911972117440162470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6911972117440162470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SU0OrJ8OpKI/AAAAAAAAATU/9n3UVxGSfg4/s72-c/PICT0460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-7236002627125059909</id><published>2008-12-15T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:05:46.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the actual day of my birthday.... And this year i decided to celebrate together with some friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the response was quite disappointing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i asked about 9 to 10 people whether they could come out today... for a little fun...&lt;br /&gt;6 said they'd be able to turn up...&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, only 3 turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being:&lt;br /&gt;Sick. x1 This is acceptable i guess...&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. x2 Okay, maybe you are really tired...&lt;br /&gt;MISSING. x1 (i cant contact at all. for the whole day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you're not gonna come, why not just say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the reasons i stated, i gave 4 people's reason. So how come there is 4 people missing though there is 3 who turned up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's because someone who did not say he will come, came anyway, and that's zhang yue.&lt;br /&gt;He has a part-time job and he left in the afternoon, but then i still feel that he was nice enough to come out even though he was busy in the afternoon lar. Really appreciate it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya. Yesterday i still thought kang li say got wat surprise or wat. Then today in the morning my only surprise was that, when i reached school, nobody was even there. Yeah, surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that we will meet at 9am in the studio... I reached at 9:30am thinking i was late, and when i reached studio i realised that i was the earliest there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 3 people arrived for the outing, at 9:40am, 10:10am, and 11am (2 hours late)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad for zhang yue who arrived the earliest and could only stay for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;But glad enough that at least two people turned up for bowling today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a happy birthday to me is one with many friends around me, being happy together with me possibly singing songs together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess the fact is, every day is a happy birthday except today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me that i should've given earlier notice, well that's fine then. Maybe next year i shall give earlier notice ba. though, it feels kinda sad to be organising my own birthday celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh perhaps i'm just being small gas... but then, the blog is a place where i can air my disappointment right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from that, will upload some pics taken from today!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;Not now cos some pics are with kang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate the cheesecake, kang li and tong zhen. =) Thanks alot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-7236002627125059909?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/7236002627125059909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=7236002627125059909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7236002627125059909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7236002627125059909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-actual-day-of-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-209528140431197694</id><published>2008-12-15T00:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:37:08.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahahaha earlier went out with family to tony romas to eat cos u all know, my birthday is... well TODAY.. 15th. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUU0FVN--vI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CFmQfOsurTU/s1600-h/PC140084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279683404361562866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUU0FVN--vI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CFmQfOsurTU/s320/PC140084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with my sisters... Hohoho my sister has bunny ears. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUU0ExzOu7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/emtPsOIiVTY/s1600-h/PC140085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279683394854108082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUU0ExzOu7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/emtPsOIiVTY/s320/PC140085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my parents. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUU0EnJw30I/AAAAAAAAAPs/TZkgtOTLn9w/s1600-h/PC140091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279683391995830082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUU0EnJw30I/AAAAAAAAAPs/TZkgtOTLn9w/s320/PC140091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Murdering the onion loaf... poor oniony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzqzm35xI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Pfi87m-RjsA/s1600-h/PC140094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279682948662552338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzqzm35xI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Pfi87m-RjsA/s320/PC140094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzquolPrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dOlE1PkGVhw/s1600-h/PC140095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279682947327540914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzquolPrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/dOlE1PkGVhw/s320/PC140095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM... Irish coffee.... so expensive. every sip is $1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzqdO4JwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5YWmyUVmHlE/s1600-h/PC140099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279682942656325378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzqdO4JwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5YWmyUVmHlE/s320/PC140099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being silly me... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzp2cBCbI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EcjdBjgdPvw/s1600-h/PC140102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279682932242450866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzp2cBCbI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EcjdBjgdPvw/s320/PC140102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 18! I HAVE A WHITE MOUSTACHE! does that mean i'm old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzpt12F9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/cKwOfGAK2n4/s1600-h/PC140105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279682929934866386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUUzpt12F9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/cKwOfGAK2n4/s320/PC140105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sisters bought me this wallet and this coin pouch. So nice... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave them both a hug. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow spending the morning and afternoon with my friends... Yeay.... hahaha hope to take more pics together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who greeted me happy birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Celestina/Pei Ling (smsed me from malaysia. O_O)&lt;br /&gt;Amy (she greeted me though she was emo lol)&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla (how nice =] )&lt;br /&gt;Julie (she already gave me a head start 4 days ago lol)&lt;br /&gt;Jessica (she gave me a call. wow)&lt;br /&gt;Kang Li (he's the only guy so far)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the good thoughts. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-209528140431197694?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/209528140431197694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=209528140431197694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/209528140431197694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/209528140431197694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/12/wahahaha-earlier-went-out-with-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUU0FVN--vI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CFmQfOsurTU/s72-c/PC140084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-2153236258451165581</id><published>2008-12-11T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:54:14.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUC1p4dnZGI/AAAAAAAAANs/2JmNckH46NU/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418494414087266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUC1p4dnZGI/AAAAAAAAANs/2JmNckH46NU/s320/img001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got bored so i started to sketch nonsense.... It was meant to be a lame joke. hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think only architecture students can understand it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's best to enlarge it or else u cant see it clearly... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea i know my drawing skills suck... Dont have to tell me that.. i already know. hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everytime i see windows XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd see XP as a face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then pple say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm using windows xp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den i'd be thinking... huh? doesn't everyone use windows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahahah&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol... ok never mind not funny....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-2153236258451165581?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/2153236258451165581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=2153236258451165581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2153236258451165581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2153236258451165581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-bored-so-i-started-to-sketch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SUC1p4dnZGI/AAAAAAAAANs/2JmNckH46NU/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-5634777855678431100</id><published>2008-11-30T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:59:22.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow... Just few minutes ago i managed to get the message off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;Though, it wasn't the perfect answer to me. lol...&lt;br /&gt;But... it wasn't as bad as i thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least... we're still friends... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow... it's kinda hard to believe that i actually told her. @_@&lt;br /&gt;And when i did, she replied, "eh?"&lt;br /&gt;So i knew she wasn't really expecting it...&lt;br /&gt;Well, then i quickly added that i'm okay with us being friends for now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's better too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here i am fallen into the hole again. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT no plotting card ARHH!!! INTERIM REVIEW HAVENT PLOT! WHERE'S KANG LI!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-5634777855678431100?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/5634777855678431100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=5634777855678431100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5634777855678431100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5634777855678431100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/11/somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-6967456837565850647</id><published>2008-11-30T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:45:14.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday i kept thinking of one thing. And i wrote about it in my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2:36am, 30/11/2008&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i wrote a message like this. The problem is i like her, yet i seriously feel i'm not good enough for her. Even if people say i'm a nice guy, how would i know whether she feels the same? And will being nice really be enough to win her heart? I cant stop thinking about her. She's pretty, nice, and so charming. I know just because of that many guys are falling for her. Yet i also know that most of them did not even make it into her list... What would really be enough to be with her and to make her happy all her life? I seriously wonder. I dont want her, i need her. But somehow i just know that she wont want me back...&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what to do. So many possibilities could happen if she knows the truth. Haiz. Lovesick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i felt a sense of deja vu, because i once thought about writing a blog thinking whether i'd love again.&lt;br /&gt;In that thought i remembered updating my blog in this same manner... And thought i will never get who i really want. Now i'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it hurts to always have someone always in ur head, though you know she'll never be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe there's hope. because i havent asked her... Be Optimisitic. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6967456837565850647?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6967456837565850647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6967456837565850647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6967456837565850647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6967456837565850647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-i-kept-thinking-of-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-1611058379707425399</id><published>2008-11-21T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:50:57.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story Of Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter One: My Zeroth Girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This marks the start of my true story about relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished secondary four. Her name's Julie... I first knew of her through Audition... Back then, i was still a noob, and still playing in the novice servers. Her in-game-name was Rox5Angelz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this club dance room, we just happened to meet, and when i asked whether she wanted to couple me, her answer was "anything". And so, just like that, we became audi couples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rox5Angelz was always very quiet in game... Even Celestina was afraid of her silence at times... Her sms replies were often short, and i often had to remind her to make longer replies, rather than just "Ok", and "Hahas"... And her replies often included &lt;333 behind, if i remember correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned every month to save smses, because of the 500 free message limit we know we both have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night i'd sms her before she goes to bed, wishing her well and adding a good night "kiss" in text form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all along i thought our relationship were just friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then until one day, Julie's auditionsea spoiled, and i couldn't play auditionsea with her anymore... Soon, another girl came along. Her name is Gladys. In-game-name pink1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys was of the same age as her... about 5 years younger than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only a few days after we first met in audition, i coupled her in the beginning of november 2007... This was without Julie's notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and glad already started acting like a couple as soon as in the middle of november... And whenever i checked Julie's blog, i'd see how she'd write about how much she misses me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked glad how i should tell her, and whether i should, because only then, i felt bad for her. But in the end, i really didn't tell her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few months later, i talked to Julie again, and realised she really did like me... How stupid i was. She explained to me how furious she was when she realised i ran off with another girl... Yet she had forgiven me. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie, if you're reading this, i'd tell you i'm sorry that i didn't tell you earlier before coupling glad... And i wish you well for your relationship with your current bf. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-1611058379707425399?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/1611058379707425399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=1611058379707425399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/1611058379707425399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/1611058379707425399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-me-chapter-one-my-zeroth.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-6891082022682356714</id><published>2008-11-12T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:56:14.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a long confusing story in my head that i just cant put together right now... i'll update some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6891082022682356714?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6891082022682356714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6891082022682356714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6891082022682356714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6891082022682356714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-long-confusing-story-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-7524849879311821921</id><published>2008-10-16T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:04:32.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A daily update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned into a weekly update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned into an almost monthly update. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello i'm mr lame. As if you guys dont know! lol.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy and still busy lately. Have to do my archi + have to do my DAD's engineering stuff + have to practice piano + have to sleep! I've been neglecting much of sleep lately though. Feel damn tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop fan still jammy. Still getting worse. It used to be that the fan vibration occur when i tilt the laptop a certain way, then it turned into when i move the laptop too quickly the problem appear, now is that even typing too hard would cause the fan to sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i bring to acer they'd have to keep it for 3 - 4 days, which means bye bye submission dates. So i have to bear with having to sleep mode every now and then. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed la. walao. i cant say no to dad cos mum will say i never make time for dad and if dad scold mum she'd blame me. Not only she blame me, my sisters would blame me too. And even though i'm trying so hard to cope now, whenever i rest and play game my dad would scold me, and tell me to do something useful for a change. Yeah like i havent been doing anything USEFUL for the whole day. If so, i should fail archi, fail piano, and give up on my dad's job. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna be getting Cs and Ds for Archi soon. Haiz. Bye bye university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, go uni for wat sia, also in the end must work at dad place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch my shoulder feels sore. -.- tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BPBPBPBP! BP SUBMISSION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD LINE IS COMING! I'M SO DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 (minus 2 days for printing) so 12 DAYS to COMPLETE BP! ARHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X_X GG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-7524849879311821921?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/7524849879311821921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=7524849879311821921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7524849879311821921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7524849879311821921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/10/daily-update-turned-into-weekly-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-5468365036731482238</id><published>2008-09-23T17:52:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:37:07.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 7: Homecoming day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJugL_FyI/AAAAAAAAANE/5K36hsi93PI/s1600-h/P9141025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249237535195862818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJugL_FyI/AAAAAAAAANE/5K36hsi93PI/s320/P9141025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everybody is talking about the HK experience. Cin li is very pleased. Jie looks sad to leave hong kong. Chang looks like he forced a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJvL9KzHI/AAAAAAAAANM/rp5Tq8yAyv8/s1600-h/P9141027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249237546944875634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJvL9KzHI/AAAAAAAAANM/rp5Tq8yAyv8/s320/P9141027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone is tired from all the walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJv9AXXbI/AAAAAAAAANU/2Q3uYSYUPA4/s1600-h/P9141028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249237560111619506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJv9AXXbI/AAAAAAAAANU/2Q3uYSYUPA4/s320/P9141028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Li yen looks quite sad somehow. Maybe she's kinda happy to go home. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJwQk0kUI/AAAAAAAAANc/tqrrthQF4h4/s1600-h/P9141029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249237565364801858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJwQk0kUI/AAAAAAAAANc/tqrrthQF4h4/s320/P9141029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Douglas talking bout HK. Arnold looks sad to be leaving hk also. See his face! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJwqzK3AI/AAAAAAAAANk/jQGoy16JR4Y/s1600-h/P9141042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249237572404304898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJwqzK3AI/AAAAAAAAANk/jQGoy16JR4Y/s320/P9141042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WB TO SG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6: ( the day with most photographs, even though sifted. 30 here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBo_Q6a2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/1vl7ZUWB8P8/s1600-h/P9130758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228644365790050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBo_Q6a2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/1vl7ZUWB8P8/s320/P9130758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOW TRAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBpRvZOtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aJvD6ZsXlt8/s1600-h/P9130764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228649325476562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBpRvZOtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/aJvD6ZsXlt8/s320/P9130764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr dennis goh looks like he's digging his nose while cin li isn't looking. (hope he's not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBpoZ35vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tW2OQTIbOus/s1600-h/P9130782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228655409227506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBpoZ35vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tW2OQTIbOus/s320/P9130782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful yet unfamous odd facade on a glass building. (looks reflective)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBqJgBHfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xUWdZBgVI-w/s1600-h/P9130795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228664293367282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBqJgBHfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xUWdZBgVI-w/s320/P9130795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group pic yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBq8NZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BiC6qhDmcos/s1600-h/P9130800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228677905513074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkBq8NZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BiC6qhDmcos/s320/P9130800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the extremely long escalator that leads to some residential area. we went up and found nothing interesting. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_3THdiOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/K26CQO20a8g/s1600-h/P9130806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249226691189770466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_3THdiOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/K26CQO20a8g/s320/P9130806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_4PcI2CI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iTaDynnYZtc/s1600-h/P9130812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249226707382622242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_4PcI2CI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iTaDynnYZtc/s320/P9130812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this pic cos they're all moving in a different direction. and they look like they're having fun on the escalator! WOW! i'm good. (i'm just kidding. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_4ovd7tI/AAAAAAAAAME/toDm8mLn7L0/s1600-h/P9130828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249226714174582482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_4ovd7tI/AAAAAAAAAME/toDm8mLn7L0/s320/P9130828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Instructions to riding an escalator. Sheesh, it sounds like my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_5c8OKbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pgZvE2WVArg/s1600-h/P9130832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249226728186718642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_5c8OKbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pgZvE2WVArg/s320/P9130832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK AT THE ROOTS OF THAT TREE! OMG! IT'S BROWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_5zI5XwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YG4n_q6yaV4/s1600-h/P9130836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249226734145462018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj_5zI5XwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YG4n_q6yaV4/s320/P9130836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute dog, held by li yen. behind is amy but she dun wan take pic. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-VhsXnQI/AAAAAAAAALM/zeo3gpbKvTY/s1600-h/P9130863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249225011475488002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-VhsXnQI/AAAAAAAAALM/zeo3gpbKvTY/s320/P9130863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pigeon coming out happy from a bar. Please come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-WAl5rTI/AAAAAAAAALU/aqC8u6ryUtk/s1600-h/P9130873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249225019769859378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-WAl5rTI/AAAAAAAAALU/aqC8u6ryUtk/s320/P9130873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Long long old staircase. We din go up there. Many movies were filmed there, normally featuring being robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-W50qJhI/AAAAAAAAALc/EKSHXmDsUdw/s1600-h/P9130875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249225035132577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-W50qJhI/AAAAAAAAALc/EKSHXmDsUdw/s320/P9130875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks as if the walls turn into floor and floors turn into walls, but haiz. sadly the architect isn't very honest. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-XV6i2tI/AAAAAAAAALk/RvlEaCqBw-g/s1600-h/P9130885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249225042673457874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-XV6i2tI/AAAAAAAAALk/RvlEaCqBw-g/s320/P9130885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arts + People = Stand in the middle of the road. &lt;- Road goes down. -&gt; road goes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-YDrpFHI/AAAAAAAAALs/i3jbiCmMGz4/s1600-h/P9130919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249225054958982258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj-YDrpFHI/AAAAAAAAALs/i3jbiCmMGz4/s320/P9130919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tram we took to go to the peak. Omg the track was damn steep. i'm sure it was about 45 degrees. People who were standing looked like michael jackson doing that move in a concert. the one where he slants 45 degrees that one.. u know? that one.. uh. ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8ecbNraI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Y-7A9uTMFlA/s1600-h/P9130926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249222965656923554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8ecbNraI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Y-7A9uTMFlA/s320/P9130926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The clay woman is molesting arnold. call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8ezLQTDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9KjPP2o4Pgw/s1600-h/P9130938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249222971764001842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8ezLQTDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9KjPP2o4Pgw/s320/P9130938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice night view of hong kong. Taken from outside the toilet :x The toilet is on the lowest floor of The Peak. plumbing construction must've been difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8fLoVS3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/81nOk5e4NtQ/s1600-h/P9130944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249222978328415090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8fLoVS3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/81nOk5e4NtQ/s320/P9130944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So many rich pple living on the mountain. I wish i had money T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8fscLtHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OTjp7-VqcKY/s1600-h/P9130954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249222987135825010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8fscLtHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OTjp7-VqcKY/s320/P9130954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of the IFC and the current 2nd tallest building of hong kong. Also with the future tallest building of hong kong, in the background in kowloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8gIPIeZI/AAAAAAAAALE/MHXpog8H-Go/s1600-h/P9130967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249222994597280146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj8gIPIeZI/AAAAAAAAALE/MHXpog8H-Go/s320/P9130967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More houses on mountain. T_T STILL salute HKers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5oh6MOsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rZBFcUxywXE/s1600-h/P9130969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249219840392837826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5oh6MOsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rZBFcUxywXE/s320/P9130969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice buildings far from The Peak. Looks like its on an island. but i dont know. lol. (IT WAS VERY HARD TO TAKE THIS PICTURE! TRIED 7 TIMES IT ALL SHOOK EXCEPT THIS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5pMsTZ_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/5Am4F2UnmXs/s1600-h/P9130992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249219851877312498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5pMsTZ_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/5Am4F2UnmXs/s320/P9130992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bustling streets of hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5pZLdBpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XeXlqkIdx1M/s1600-h/P9130997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249219855229191826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5pZLdBpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XeXlqkIdx1M/s320/P9130997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The famous bank of china tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5p2ZOxcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_0L7jvQziNw/s1600-h/P9130998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249219863071606210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5p2ZOxcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_0L7jvQziNw/s320/P9130998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The building looks continuous only because of the reflection inbetween. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5qMAfw3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/UO36zeUvV50/s1600-h/P9131002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249219868873442162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj5qMAfw3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/UO36zeUvV50/s320/P9131002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone said it looks like the walkway in SP! O_O well a bit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3LzLz6uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jGJUBneH6YI/s1600-h/P9131009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217147790682850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3LzLz6uI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jGJUBneH6YI/s320/P9131009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lippo center. Prev known as bond building. Very dynamic structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3McgOFOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fCRDQKoylR4/s1600-h/P9131010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217158882137314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3McgOFOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fCRDQKoylR4/s320/P9131010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vandalism on the structure of a bridge, insulting a famous poet named Kong Zi. It means the followers of his words are failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3Mhj6i4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wYUpQql29I4/s1600-h/P9131015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217160239811458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3Mhj6i4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/wYUpQql29I4/s320/P9131015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another view of the lippo buildings. Check out the top of the tall column! wowowow! (ornament? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3M4dmsyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/e5V-dxtQh1Y/s1600-h/P9131018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217166387360546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3M4dmsyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/e5V-dxtQh1Y/s320/P9131018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me laming. making fun of that girl cos she looks funny doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3NXLb-HI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kLEm0mSL9ek/s1600-h/P9131019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217174632659058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNj3NXLb-HI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/kLEm0mSL9ek/s320/P9131019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BUS TRAVELLING very slowly.... I just increased exposure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Streets of Hong Kong at midnight. Still bustling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjotiW3xjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tekFZqwKLXI/s1600-h/P9120653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249201234714805810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjotiW3xjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tekFZqwKLXI/s320/P9120653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hong Kong Style. Messy, yet nice. (in a way ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjouDy_1KI/AAAAAAAAAI0/k0jq-UE7aSs/s1600-h/P9120661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249201243691144354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjouDy_1KI/AAAAAAAAAI0/k0jq-UE7aSs/s320/P9120661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hong Kong skyline. from lu architects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjouhRV0OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/x2zoBfdw9U4/s1600-h/P9120667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249201251603042530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjouhRV0OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/x2zoBfdw9U4/s320/P9120667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks to me like some... illegal buildings? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjovOSgBPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QXG4hhAUqtA/s1600-h/P9120672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249201263687501042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjovOSgBPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/QXG4hhAUqtA/s320/P9120672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tall buildings built on top of a hill. i salute hong kongers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjovjRP0vI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_ccuBiy-UPI/s1600-h/P9120675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249201269319389938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjovjRP0vI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_ccuBiy-UPI/s320/P9120675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trams. Extinct from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjniCkOzaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KOE9OODYe_w/s1600-h/P9120698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249199937690717602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjniCkOzaI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KOE9OODYe_w/s320/P9120698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice Hazy View of Kowloon from HK Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjniQ3h7BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qC9VzAOC5hQ/s1600-h/P9120704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249199941529758738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjniQ3h7BI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qC9VzAOC5hQ/s320/P9120704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to... this museum that i cant rmb the name. but it was built when hk was handed to china. Chinese are kiasu. Lol (later i found out it's not a museum, it's the Convention and Exhibition Center. thx kran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjnijLnfjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UmRBEO6sZrU/s1600-h/P9120722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249199946445848114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjnijLnfjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UmRBEO6sZrU/s320/P9120722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Interesting uncomfortable chair designs outside a library/museum/ something. i dont know. lol Oh right it's the hong kong arts center. (kran said it's outside the YMCA building)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjnjF8EW8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KizJjm2ilvU/s1600-h/P9120728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249199955775871938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjnjF8EW8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/KizJjm2ilvU/s320/P9120728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Odd-shaped staircase designed like this because of the shape of the precast pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjnjZdczOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/A9iPiU2wzkQ/s1600-h/P9120740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249199961016159458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjnjZdczOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/A9iPiU2wzkQ/s320/P9120740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hazy skyline and a heavily used main road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjlv93O2OI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qQj5P-M1KGY/s1600-h/P9120743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249197977923148002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjlv93O2OI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qQj5P-M1KGY/s320/P9120743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woman Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjlwZzpszI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0RlFBf9DAww/s1600-h/P9120748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249197985424323378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjlwZzpszI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0RlFBf9DAww/s320/P9120748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So many toys at the toy shop beside a smelly tofu shop near woman street. So many toys, yet no domo for my good friend D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjlw46wSJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uIOvt5wdIeA/s1600-h/P9120752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249197993775614098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjlw46wSJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uIOvt5wdIeA/s320/P9120752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying ourselves once again at Lucky Dessert. Jie looks like he's not enjoying himself, but actually he IS! Kang Li looks happy. (no he did not wink at me, it's just motion blur) Douglas is daring Lay Yong to drink the durian soup. She doesn't like durian. In return, if she drink the soup, he has to eat smelly tofu, in which in the end he was forced to eat. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfNOSHWII/AAAAAAAAAHE/IN5Mc408hIs/s1600-h/P9110580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249190783965681794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfNOSHWII/AAAAAAAAAHE/IN5Mc408hIs/s320/P9110580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating at some small street place. Food looks safe tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfNpPcdwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LmA8Am1FrL0/s1600-h/P9110584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249190791202240258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfNpPcdwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LmA8Am1FrL0/s320/P9110584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sooooo streeettttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfN8gF46I/AAAAAAAAAHU/BzFaZdTTRE4/s1600-h/P9110586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249190796372337570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfN8gF46I/AAAAAAAAAHU/BzFaZdTTRE4/s320/P9110586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The underground passes are like singapore's. though, kang li looks kinda lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfOU6wFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MeW6ejD3sYI/s1600-h/P9110590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249190802926605666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfOU6wFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MeW6ejD3sYI/s320/P9110590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 13 storey shopping mall below a tall office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfO0y4clI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jyGuOSw_d2M/s1600-h/P9110597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249190811483533906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjfO0y4clI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jyGuOSw_d2M/s320/P9110597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Escalator that skips 2 floors and goes straight to the 4th storey (from the 1st storey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd8t_cliI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aEC70Td1OAA/s1600-h/P9110598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249189400907912738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd8t_cliI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aEC70Td1OAA/s320/P9110598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice tornado-like lighting art structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd83Rc4KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yDv-6fTLYPQ/s1600-h/P9110630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249189403399348386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd83Rc4KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yDv-6fTLYPQ/s320/P9110630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taken down from the stairway from the 12-13 storey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd9FqXVxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NlQ4mKjeetk/s1600-h/P9110638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249189407261939474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd9FqXVxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NlQ4mKjeetk/s320/P9110638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the 13th storey. It looks as if it's outdoors, though the ceiling is actually a canvas sheet with projectors shown on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd9of2eSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HBbVlCxf8Wc/s1600-h/P9110642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249189416613083426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd9of2eSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HBbVlCxf8Wc/s320/P9110642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goose meat with noodles. It's heavenly! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd9_T7HuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SZUGMsRYsAc/s1600-h/P9110649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249189422737071842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjd9_T7HuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SZUGMsRYsAc/s320/P9110649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banners cover the skies of hong kong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXSl7TcwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RpWfp1w4bJw/s1600-h/P9100460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249182080118780674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXSl7TcwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RpWfp1w4bJw/s320/P9100460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pokka lemon tea bottle. so cute. it's aluminium, unlike singapore's pokka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXSxFAh9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/NwY-gE_3oPE/s1600-h/P9100499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249182083112273874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXSxFAh9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/NwY-gE_3oPE/s320/P9100499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Old house. Went as site visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXTPK6DbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZyuETjwKxQc/s1600-h/P9100504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249182091190078898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXTPK6DbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZyuETjwKxQc/s320/P9100504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So... retro hong kong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXTrNI_QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fc7n1X-O8ik/s1600-h/P9100507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249182098715639042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXTrNI_QI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fc7n1X-O8ik/s320/P9100507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Large airwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXUEwQaHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RbtYfdvZ5I8/s1600-h/P9100519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249182105573812338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjXUEwQaHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RbtYfdvZ5I8/s320/P9100519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; unwanted plants are growing on the roof!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWDPLHfuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7VWp7xrdPtU/s1600-h/P9100532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249180716801425122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWDPLHfuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7VWp7xrdPtU/s320/P9100532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paper cuttings. Pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWDsxlabI/AAAAAAAAAFU/q_47ujDiLcE/s1600-h/P9100540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249180724747397554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWDsxlabI/AAAAAAAAAFU/q_47ujDiLcE/s320/P9100540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the escalator for humans who are taking flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWENbGjJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p5J5IgJJw2o/s1600-h/P9100569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249180733511470226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWENbGjJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/p5J5IgJJw2o/s320/P9100569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to a showflat, and i saw this. A model of a man in a bowling alley hit in the crotch by a flying chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWEiHF3_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/2qVgMNk0EKM/s1600-h/P9100577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249180739064684530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWEiHF3_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/2qVgMNk0EKM/s320/P9100577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BBQ with HKCityU students at night. (notice i never say HKCU cos HKCU is Hong Kong Chinese University. WRONG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWFFs1w7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Een8388Afoc/s1600-h/P9110579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249180748618253234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjWFFs1w7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Een8388Afoc/s320/P9110579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best dessert in town. features specialty of DURIAN SOUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249163632736095122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjGg0EiS5I/AAAAAAAAACs/kO5rQ-wAXFM/s320/P9090189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hong Kong City University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249163640875312018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjGhSZE45I/AAAAAAAAAC0/90z9J0_NlkI/s320/P9090272.JPG" border="0" /&gt; No link. This is taken from a ramp nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249163650957570562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjGh3838gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/E458KT6_70g/s320/P9090273.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Same thing except now got lecturers inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249163657478432610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjGiQPkZ2I/AAAAAAAAADE/CRl7m66IatA/s320/P9090323.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Journey to Tai-O island. Cable car view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249163662046255522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjGihQn2aI/AAAAAAAAADM/MPXbfnCmuiI/s320/P9090327.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Same. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249166142787989362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjIy6vir3I/AAAAAAAAADc/IBncvT1eu9w/s320/P9090362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE! big buddha. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249166132047096722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjIySutq5I/AAAAAAAAADU/nr0P8Tnlv9k/s320/P9090354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HILLS! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249166155700325058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjIzq2FSsI/AAAAAAAAADs/2rDDI0cmymI/s320/P9090406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach lo. nice bridge at tai-o island. (i helped the couple on the bridge take a pic) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249166145318471026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjIzEK2xXI/AAAAAAAAADk/uM5eHl_46SA/s320/P9090395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group talkin in cantonese to the woman inside the museum on tai-o island. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249166160147519826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjIz7aYGVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pNJdBDqBr70/s320/P9090417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man cooking nice-smelling/tasting flour thing. HE USES CHARCOAL! WOW! he looks quite strong for his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKaJxRPgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Yyi5eBBje4Y/s1600-h/P9090443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249167916348292610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKaJxRPgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Yyi5eBBje4Y/s320/P9090443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way back from tai o, pic from bus through mountain road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKa15IzNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/P_QlA8krKt0/s1600-h/P9090448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249167928192453842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKa15IzNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/P_QlA8krKt0/s320/P9090448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went shopping at night. Alot of factory outlet of branded there. So cheap! but i never buy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKbLv1kJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Nj_LwMBkRHs/s1600-h/P9090450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249167934059024530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKbLv1kJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Nj_LwMBkRHs/s320/P9090450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice fountain feature nearby. so colourful and fun. No children running around there unlike bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKc6porQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fiqGKc8vOZU/s1600-h/P9090453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249167963829349634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKc6porQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fiqGKc8vOZU/s320/P9090453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shopping center. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKdeadwEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xqMhjBoh7ng/s1600-h/P9090457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249167973429395522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNjKdeadwEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xqMhjBoh7ng/s320/P9090457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to find food, but no success, so wth, take pic lah! HAH! (skybridges are very common in HK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Day 1:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi-i2H9qJI/AAAAAAAAABs/CGsxHMQcYf8/s1600-h/P9080173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249153613692872466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi9ZoOfJxI/AAAAAAAAABU/Pa79ybrE4u0/s320/P9080036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic taken from the plane.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249154871554058386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi-i2H9qJI/AAAAAAAAABs/CGsxHMQcYf8/s320/P9080173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The highway is coming THROUGH THE CARPARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi-jVEGTaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HoKOJ7o6Pi4/s1600-h/P9080141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249154879859346850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi-jVEGTaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HoKOJ7o6Pi4/s320/P9080141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Omg OLYMPICS! (nobody else had a shot of this, free to kope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi-j3xfzQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tB9AKeDx8Nw/s1600-h/P9080140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249154889176567042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi-j3xfzQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tB9AKeDx8Nw/s320/P9080140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only pic i got of the laser light show that night. (too bad it's SO BLUR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi9Z3CpyaI/AAAAAAAAABc/7vZSNb5zJ0I/s1600-h/P9080156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249153617669769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi9Z3CpyaI/AAAAAAAAABc/7vZSNb5zJ0I/s320/P9080156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice night scene! WOW! INCREDULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi9adzHX8I/AAAAAAAAABk/Gc3x08ztCyg/s1600-h/P9080177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249153628073582530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNi9adzHX8I/AAAAAAAAABk/Gc3x08ztCyg/s320/P9080177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--Arnold, ^Me, Kangli-&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-5468365036731482238?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/5468365036731482238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=5468365036731482238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5468365036731482238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5468365036731482238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SNkJugL_FyI/AAAAAAAAANE/5K36hsi93PI/s72-c/P9141025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-1932869799438291024</id><published>2008-09-03T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:39:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents argue again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first is say wan buy face mask for worker. Den after that become quarrel about where buy cheaper. Then after that argue argue den dad screamed for mum to shut up. Then car become quiet, and my sis was giggling cos they argue about such stupid thing, but actually dad v angry. Then cos we're going to marina square cos i wan buy shoes and my sis wan buy jacket, so we wan stop at nearby my house the MRT station. Den dad know where to stop one ma, but then my mum just like to talk lo, say "ok stop here (if u wan specific, she said it in chinese) (ok, 停车)" den dad go step emergency brake lor. My sis sitting in the car, beside me, she scream. Lucky nobody behind lor. =.= After that my mum think he crazy. Then she NOW still donno what she do wrong one, still thinking dad gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo sianded la. They everyday also sure got quarrel once one. I go to the country club with them i also stress. That's why i hate going out with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time got very bad also lor. He nearly wanted to throw an office chair at my mum, but in the end it was too heavy. However, it was also due to my mum's very excellently cleverly, yet idiotic provoking mouth. Never sees anything wrong she does, she only thinks dad is going crazy. Haiz, problem la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, readers, dun worry. Nothing's gonna happen to me. ;] well, i hope, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-1932869799438291024?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/1932869799438291024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=1932869799438291024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/1932869799438291024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/1932869799438291024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/09/parents-argue-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-2410210915325770155</id><published>2008-09-03T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:32:20.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460356980413650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SL1obJocFNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RhZa7XkrN9E/s320/DSC05031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is bbq day. It's to celebrate the leaving of mr Immanuel Koh. haha joking la, not celebration, it's sort of, class bonding thing, and to hold it before mr koh leaves to london for further studies. This pic is the only pic i took. The fire was made by harnessing and controlling the wind, using an unopened wire mesh. It was pretty useful, as me and chang angled it to control the size of the flame. It was able to become a campfire sized fire, but we slowed the wind again to make it smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to me, today was rather fun, though rasyidin said it was kinda boring. Well maybe cos he din do much, other than eye power. Haha he is in the pic actually, if u look carefully, his arm is on the bottom left hand corner. Well, he was kinda teasing kang li about the clubbing incident the whole night tho. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather successful occassion today, i'd say. It started out raining heavily, but then it became a drizzle and eventually the rain stopped. The wind was rather strong at first. Began as a difficult time to start a fire, but soon became easier than without wind. I did pretty crazy things, especially lots of unexpected shouting. My shouting even amused mr immanuel koh. hahaha good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still choking on the fumes of the flame of the bbq. hahaha. it was fun tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the pics of the cat mentioned in the previous post: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SL1ovzziA7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QPlhlB7wBvU/s1600-h/DSC05016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460711898612658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SL1ovzziA7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/QPlhlB7wBvU/s320/DSC05016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SL1owNOWeQI/AAAAAAAAABE/PjrQtu4kMcg/s1600-h/DSC05017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460718721988866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SL1owNOWeQI/AAAAAAAAABE/PjrQtu4kMcg/s320/DSC05017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SL1owRdBt8I/AAAAAAAAABM/bnW2KodI7i8/s1600-h/DSC05019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460719857285058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SL1owRdBt8I/AAAAAAAAABM/bnW2KodI7i8/s320/DSC05019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehe. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-2410210915325770155?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/2410210915325770155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=2410210915325770155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2410210915325770155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2410210915325770155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-bbq-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SL1obJocFNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RhZa7XkrN9E/s72-c/DSC05031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-5387063550992389722</id><published>2008-08-30T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:13:06.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outdated Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone lol. ignore the previous post la. i realise alot of pple read my blog. lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that day me and my frens went out together from after school submission to night time about 10pm lor. hmm, eat at seoul garden, go play pool, play para para, play bowling, den eat dessert, den there got one cat so nice :D i go pat pat hahaha i got pic. later den upload. Someone say look like leopard or something. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another day i had a nightmare sia. Like 2 or 3 days ago nia. Waaa i tink i too stress liao. That day ah, i dream that it was presentation day lor. Den it was my turn to present liao, den i damn scared, then after finish presenting, which in the dream was less than 5 seconds, i was talking to my frens. Then i realise that i din submit my cardboard model lor, den my fren i forgot who say that the model is a big portion of marks leh. Walao scare me lor. Tink i do archi till too stress liao hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now not long ago just got back from golf, and i took shower le. Now going to dad office do something again. hahaha it's saturday btw. XD work 7 day a week. School same, dad work same. lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright bye pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the gladys/jess-hater, pls name yourself. I wont allow my friends to be insulted. Or else i will let glad block u. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-5387063550992389722?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/5387063550992389722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=5387063550992389722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5387063550992389722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5387063550992389722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/08/outdated-post-hey-everyone-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-6992538297239887181</id><published>2008-08-22T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:55:43.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like i'm more of a dog than a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though symbols point that i'm a horse, such as my chinese zodiac of horse, my english zodiac of saggitarius, which is a horse-man thingy, but i have a life as a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while i'm always helping others do stuff even when i got my own stuff to do. I dont know how to say no. Even after i say no, it would still turn out to be a yes. No matter it's classmates, friends, family, it's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been disappointed by my sister again, who yesterday said she would clean the hamster cage today morning. She didn't. And whenever i didn't clean the cage, she would keep annoying me again and again, no matter whether i'm busy doing my homework or playing game. In their eyes, i'm always free and playing games. In fact, every other person knows how hard it is to be in architecture, even if it's only not to score below C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's horrible is that the cage isn't even made for a hamster. It has a tray, and a container. I dont get help from them in cleaning the cage. Only sometimes my big sis would be nice enough to help in washing the bottle or cleaning the newspaper. My second sis ALWAYS says "argh i'm tired" or "i'm busy" or something like that. Oh yeah baby i'm never tired, i'm a robot and i have no feelings, i live to serve you your majesty and everyone else. I'm just a dog and i'm only living to serve others. All others do is tell me to do things for them and never return the favour. I always feel i've been taken advantaged of. I have nobody to talk to. All i have is this blog. This blog where all my classmates and friends can read and mock me more. Laugh, and scold, and all i can do is keep it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm hard to cheer up. Those who've seen me sad have tried and failed many many times. The friends who did try, i appreciate, but they kinda get annoyed by my inability to become happy. That's only because my problems arent solved, and will never be. I always appear happy in school, just so that my friends would be happy. I dont care if they wanna know how i feel today, because i know i'd only answer that i'm fine and i'd give them a warm smile, or joke with a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just feel like crying, but everytime i do i will tell myself that i'm just tired. Well it's kinda true that i get emotional easily when i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, a blog isn't even a good place to fully express oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wish i had a shoulder to cry on. But i know that people would just call me a baby or a girl or gay or something like that to mock me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i talk back or argue with anyone in my family, i'd just get scolded and stuff. Sometimes my big sis does protect me because i have no right to speak, but the arguments are often one-sided, and obviously the side is not mine. I cant fight back, because i dont want to be kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS. I'm stressed, tired, annoyed, but every second i have to relax gets stolen by my family to do some sai gang. That's just excellent. Just, great. Very good. Wonderful. More than i can ask for yeah. WHEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan told me to grow balls. Therefore i dug a hole and put some golf balls inside, hoping some golfy tree would grow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope some callaway golf clubs ripen from the tree. Those oughtta improve my game. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had human rights. NAwwwwww, that's not possible for a doggie like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Depressed, yet nobody really cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6992538297239887181?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6992538297239887181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6992538297239887181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6992538297239887181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6992538297239887181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-im-more-of-dog-than-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-9108502474800321793</id><published>2008-08-19T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:59:58.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got nothing to post anymore. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-9108502474800321793?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/9108502474800321793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=9108502474800321793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/9108502474800321793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/9108502474800321793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-got-nothing-to-post-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-600670685120803391</id><published>2008-08-01T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:14:44.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is full of bad memories and sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is made up of every mistake i've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mistakes can never ever be fixed. I have one mistake of that sort, that can never be resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen into a deep deep hole now. I cant ever get out of it. It has been sealed shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no solution to the problem i'm having. Nobody understands the problem because i never told anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm probably having the perfect life in everyone's eyes. What everyone dont know is that i do not expose the emotions i have inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the craziness in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is purposely made vague so that people will continue to not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not tell anyone because i know i will be laughed at, or looked down on. So, i will continue to hide this story. Even the closest of friends dont know my story, and they will continue to not know. Nobody's interested anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be forewarned that one day i might not exist anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-600670685120803391?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/600670685120803391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=600670685120803391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/600670685120803391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/600670685120803391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-full-of-bad-memories-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-773664710090593482</id><published>2008-07-19T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:34:40.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update! Wahaha. today started out quite horribly! Woken up by mum to buy breakfast home. Wanted to sleep more but cant cos 10+ le. also cos my dad angry that the construction guy go lend his forklift to lift something so heavy that it spoiled the forklift. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that i got kinda lonely so i asked a fren for advice luh but then i kinda annoyed that fren then that fren scolded me lor. But then wat that fren said was kinda true lah, so though i kinda got abit sad but then i know what that fren said was true so ok. Still, sorry to this friend for being such a bad friend. I'll do my best to be better from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that go driving range as usual. Then after that dad mum argue over small thing again... then after that went to my dad's newly bought unfurnished condominium The Sail@ Marina Bay. For rent out one la. There got nice view of the city and the bay. Can see national day parade fireworks. Took some pics from there. My phone lousy la, so alot also lousy pics. Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHZFiGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EnPujhXATqI/s1600-h/DSC04882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224746645266516530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHZFiGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EnPujhXATqI/s320/DSC04882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHaIYJHaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TfBlFEXL5O8/s1600-h/DSC04890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224746663209934242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHaIYJHaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TfBlFEXL5O8/s320/DSC04890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHaOE2sZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HcHyHkHPzEc/s1600-h/DSC04930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224746664739647890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHaOE2sZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HcHyHkHPzEc/s320/DSC04930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHazIiOSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vpDRWjhwO9I/s1600-h/DSC04923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224746674687195426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHazIiOSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vpDRWjhwO9I/s320/DSC04923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHbB5jlmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qc5bC1CGxcI/s1600-h/DSC04915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224746678650902114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHbB5jlmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qc5bC1CGxcI/s320/DSC04915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya but people scold me i will depressed the whole day leh. Makes me feel like a failure. Maybe i am la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis tell me my piano result out le, must collect on monday. I think i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i came home late dar, after eating dinner i went to help my dad put some stuff in the office. Reach home 10:40pm le, just nice u had to go offline. Lol. =( My heart pain la, always cannot meet u der. My fault, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i very horrible fren leh. When my frens get close with me they will tell me some stuff they dun wan me to tell other pple but then i wont get it then i will tell other people de then i very bad lah... Then make pple think bad of him and stuff. Haiyo.. Then sometimes my frens sad i also cannot tell. Argh. I think nobody is able to stand me lah. Even my best friend cant stand my complaining anymore. I dont think i can find anyone that would be able to stand me... cos i'm so hard to cheer up sometimes. or more like every time. haiz. i feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so stupid. MUST LEARN TO BE CLEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end. sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-773664710090593482?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/773664710090593482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=773664710090593482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/773664710090593482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/773664710090593482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_yvnS79u3A/SIIHZFiGSjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EnPujhXATqI/s72-c/DSC04882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231938570597950743.post-1199869901835544483</id><published>2008-07-16T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:51:15.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singaporeans are either selfish, or unobservant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting down in an MRT train and i saw about 3 or 4 parents of young children enter at either dhoby ghaut or city hall. I recall seeing a chinese mum with a baby on a trolley, a malay mother also with a baby on her trolley, an indian father also with a baby on his trolley, and a mother with a baby in her arms. No vacant seats were available at that time. When the train started moving, only one person was kind enough to let one of the parents sit down, and so it was the indian father with the trolley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda bad cos i was sitting down too, so i moved my total 10kg laptop and book bags away from the seats, not even by any strap or handles on the bags, and stood up wanting to ask the malay mum whether she wants the seat, as she was the closest to me/ the seat. However before i could finish asking, (which was within 2 seconds) a chinese auntie , probably around 30-40 yrs old, quickly snatched the seat. When i finished asking, i heard the aunt being so happy to get the seat and when i turned back and forth and looked at the malay mum, i realised she didn't even hear me. Well i din bother to repeat, since that chinese auntie was already seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the next stop, 2 passengers beside her left the train. What's more absurd, is that she asked her friend, also a singaporean, to sit down. She was even younger than her. The other seat was also taken up by a male singaporean. (not me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only till a few stops later, both aunties left the train and the malay mum was finally able to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chinese lady with the baby in her arms also left the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chinese lady with the baby in a trolley had a non-opening door corner to herself, so she's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Only one of thousands of singaporeans would let their seat to someone who needs it more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thought i was gonna do a good deed letting my seat to someone who needs it more, not need it less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the sign that says "Let the seat to those who need it more", the yellow one, was just on top of the aunties' heads. Yep, they missed it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when will singaporeans really learn to be unselfish like the japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish to see a day like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-1199869901835544483?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/1199869901835544483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=1199869901835544483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/1199869901835544483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/1199869901835544483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/07/singaporeans-are-either-selfish-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-7105108088702329954</id><published>2008-07-14T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:48:24.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After these few days, i finally realise that sometimes, nobody understands better than somebody, which sometimes makes nobody understanding a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to make people think.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nobody and Somebody are people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not to intentionally hurt any reader but to express myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-7105108088702329954?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/7105108088702329954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=7105108088702329954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7105108088702329954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7105108088702329954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-these-few-days-i-finally-realise.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-8313542027921641941</id><published>2008-07-09T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:53:48.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New update again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, i dont know why i'm so shy to talk about me having a girlfriend named gladys. I guess i'm still not really used to the age thing. Everybody knows that 13 yrs old isn't really a mature age for a girl. Everyone must think i'm crazy to be together with such a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she's really nice, and childish at many times. I can't blame her, cos it's not her fault that i'm in love with her. It's kinda my fault for playing that audition game which i'm not the right age to play. I always think to myself, that she would be suited better if she were to be with someone of her own age, but i just don't want to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now stefan found my blog, and i guess he's kinda thinking i'm a weirdo being with gladys too. i feel really horrible to be laughed at actually. Even if they say they dont think it's that bad, i know in their heart i've been marked as strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i feel like i'm not really the kind of guy that's very attractive to girls. I'm not like rasyidin, who has the flow and the looks that would be a chickmagnet. I'm the nerd type, and i'm also a very strange person. I cant talk properly to people i dont know well too. I always create an awkward silence if i dont have a known friend with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said i'm kok eye to be choosing a girl like gladys. They all say she acts cute and stuff, but why should i care? I know deep in her heart she's good, and she loves me deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm a very easily confused person, because i always listen and give in to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is that gladys isn't ACTING cute, but she IS cute. Violent at times, but still.. hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's just really damn confusing.... Nobody really understands. I want to be with her. I have strong feelings for her. But i really cannot see her. I can barely talk to her. I feel lonely at times. Her parents wont let me be with her either. I've already been confused with the archi stuff, but this is another thing that confuses me. I'm a really confused person. Maybe it's not that complicated, maybe it's just that i'm dumb. I wonder if there's a solution to happiness. I know she really likes me, and i really like her too. But i know we might not even be able to be together in the future. Parents matter too... I dont know what to write right now, my mind is not composed. It's a huge chunk of messy information floating inside my head and i know this post has no structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, no offence dar, but... but... i think u're a little selfish at times okay... i'm sorry. Actually even some of your friends agree. (please dont ask me to name them. haha) i know i'm an idiot to be writing this here. but i really have no other way i can tell u. i'm really sorry. i dont mean to insult u, but it's something i just cant hide from u forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confused. Dont know what to post liao. maybe one day i will post a spam of alphabets that make no sense to show how confused i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects, Piano, Golf, Friends, Games, Dance, Girlfriend. Too much to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need counselling. lol. no i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. i wont be writing in black fonts le, cos my dar psp cannot see black font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IF YOU CAN READ THIS YOU ARE AN IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT BLACK FONT, THIS IS HIGHLIGHTED BLACK FONT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-8313542027921641941?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/8313542027921641941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=8313542027921641941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8313542027921641941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8313542027921641941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-update-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-5964781926179631275</id><published>2008-07-07T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:31:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long never update le. Uhh today nearly miss submission. hahahah. actually i finished the calculations on saturday le, but then i keep procrastinating from putting it into the titleblock then today nearly late sia. XD donno teacher mark late anot. Anyway submitted le la, late also cannot do anything le. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday won 20th for the golf tournament wor. YAY! din expect to win anything actually. While playing i tot i was doing quite badly, but it turns out it was pretty good, hitting a 91 for score, and 39 points for the stableford tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is an important day for me. It's a day that i should live for. Hehe. Hint, if this day did not exist, then dar wouldn't too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So big hint, it's more like telling the answer directly le lor. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAR! &lt;3 =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish u happy and live long long and study good good hor. :D dun miss me too much la, wait u sad again. =] Dont worry dar, i'll be with you forever. Even if everyone doubts it, even if cannot see each other, my heart is still and will forever be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your parents can find the heart to forgive me one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dar. Happy birthday. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pnut signs off with love. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-5964781926179631275?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/5964781926179631275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=5964781926179631275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5964781926179631275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5964781926179631275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-so-long-never-update-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-3534821971143593422</id><published>2008-06-24T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:06:29.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learning comes in many forms. But for me, learning comes from making mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really stupid fellar, saying wrong things all the time, doing the wrong things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time i talk alot,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes not knowing what i say is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are hurt whenever my mouth is open,&lt;br /&gt;but relationships are sometimes easy to fix with just words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i dont know about some things cos i never watched videos,&lt;br /&gt;or i didn't read books because i hated books,&lt;br /&gt;but until i did it, i did things that i shouldn't have done.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to repair the damage, i have to live with the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently really depressed for some happenings recently.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what's gonna happen next,&lt;br /&gt;thinking back i realised i was really dumb,&lt;br /&gt;but i cant change history, for it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to have a happy front in order not to give out bad vibes.&lt;br /&gt;Just really tiring that i have to do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Wont be able to hold back for very long.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta hide whenever i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the worst poem ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright peace out!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my classmates dont read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-3534821971143593422?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/3534821971143593422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=3534821971143593422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3534821971143593422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3534821971143593422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/06/learning-comes-in-many-forms.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-5194266415480942952</id><published>2008-06-16T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:23:50.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post dedicated to dar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi dar, hahas. i know it's hard to type using psp so thanks for ur effort of typing in my tagboard. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know what to update about la.. But i'm kinda worried for the both of us, knowing ur parents know about me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried last night u know... i was watchin tennis halfway and u msned me, just with three words saying "Dad found out". I was cold out, but because i didn't want my family to ask, i kinda acted like everything was fine and stuff. i acted normally and nobody suspected a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really sleep well last night, kept thinking about what might happen to us in the future, and i was kinda afraid you would not want me anymore if we were to stop smsing or msning each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda embarassing to say it, but i kinda cried a little last night, and this morning too. I forced myself to sleep, but i kept waking up. Woke up almost 10 times. I actually saw the sky brighten a little every time i opened my eyes. I couldn't sleep anymore at 8:30am. Just felt really horrible. Felt like vomiting and it was really cold. had a little headache too. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry for jumping about points, but yesterday when your dad called me, i was seriously expecting the worst. But apparently not prepared enough. It was what i expected he would say, that he would not let me meet you OR talk to you at all again, or he'd report the police against me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'm still hoping we would be able to chat..... without the thought of ur dad killing me. x_x otherwise i wouldn't know whether u've changed or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If gladys's dad is reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Lam,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not a bad person. please believe me.&lt;br /&gt;I just want her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to make her fail in her studies and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;In fact i'm trying my best to help her in her studies.&lt;br /&gt;I'll not do anything to hurt her just to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be the brightest one but i'm doing my best.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me talk to her again, sir. Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-5194266415480942952?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/5194266415480942952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=5194266415480942952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5194266415480942952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5194266415480942952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-dedicated-to-dar-hi-dar-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-2012573727813891815</id><published>2008-06-10T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:18:30.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiyo. Holiday. So boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always doing project. Otherwise playing computer. Arhh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow PIANO EXAM! ARHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARHH!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la at least i got to borrow my dad's pants to wear hahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tagging =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... nothing much to update about lehhhhhhh....... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arh sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan update also nothing to update =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to update neh...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la nothing le. bye bye. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you dar, so much. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i use the word "wor" on rasyidin den he keep scolding vulgar at me and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ehhehehe next week next weekkk!!!! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-2012573727813891815?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/2012573727813891815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=2012573727813891815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2012573727813891815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2012573727813891815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/06/haiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-2830119771367425886</id><published>2008-06-03T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:26:09.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah now then update again. So long liao hor! sorry leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i rather not update if i dont have anything to update about. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rather nice day for me, because i finally had the chance to meet dar again. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont read the words in black if u dun like mushy stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love her hugs.. it makes me feel warm inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every time i touch her hands, all the loneliness i feel inside seem to just disappear in a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And sometimes even though we're not saying a word, it feels like we're understanding each other better every second we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She has the nicest eyes... but every time i look, i cant seem to get my eyes off them, and unintentionally make her feel uneasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She never wants to leave my side, and so i never will, because we were meant to be together. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Mushy moment. Argh today go out then kena bitten by something sia. So pain den dar thought i was imagining things, and thought i was just afraid i was poisoned or something even though the fact that it's hurting, like some kind of needle poke into my skin. lol... now the bite so red.. lolol.. ahh well.. must've been the donno wat honey soap i've used this morning. Argh no wonder so many insects were coming towards me. damn it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh nvm, at least i got to spend time with my favourite girl today. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to keep the relationship a secret lah. lol... that day we came to near my house and we were spotted by the hairstylist my mum always goes to. Arhh i hope she doesn't tell her. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la it's not that i wanna keep it a secret lah, it's cos my parents dun allow me to have relationship de... i donno why also. then dar also same case... then she always have to hide from the seniors and everyone that her parents know. Arhh so hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol but i hope we wont have to hide it for long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK end of post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-2830119771367425886?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/2830119771367425886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=2830119771367425886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2830119771367425886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2830119771367425886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/06/wah-now-then-update-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-2790872969792400015</id><published>2008-05-24T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:50:03.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st update, in AGES! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol sorry all for keeping u all waiting. just din have much to update cos i was too busy with my architecture stuff and my piano stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh today got my ultimate destress ler. =D FINALLY! i feel much better now. like all the bad things just washed away. yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gladys dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEE i'm high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kissed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo dont ask me what my ultimate destress method is lahhh.. lol. it's a secret. hohoho. it's similar to getting freaky with bubble wrap. LOL just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really gotta learn how to talk properly when in msn. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to jess and shaa for sayin stupid stuff all the time. i know i am annoying but bear with me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK End of post. Black Board! i mean. Bye Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you dar. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-2790872969792400015?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/2790872969792400015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=2790872969792400015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2790872969792400015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2790872969792400015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-update-in-ages-me-lol-sorry-all-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-8304564069176437502</id><published>2008-05-03T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T12:49:49.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haizzzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but only because i take architecture course and everyone thinks i can already design. My parents want me to design part of our house, namely my room, as it is also used as a "storeroom". (i sleep in a storeroom ah like that? x_x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah actually i do sleep in sort of a storeroom, as alot of things are kept here. Blankets, my clothes, other people's clothes, stationary, old bags, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just now she suddenly talk to me about the living room outside being very unsightly and wants to hide it inside the room. Then she got so "excited" about design that she drew some stuff on paper that only includes boxes (like she always does). It was just empty boxes that makes no sense. Then i told her and then she started to draw a rack thing then can put stuff below der. She wants to hide clothes under the thing then aiyo so hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i ask her what is her budget first and she scold me. but in fact budget is number one lorrrr.. haiyooo sianded lah! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning kena bitten by bedbugs. my right leg got 6-8 bites and my left leg got 1. argh so itchy... I hate thissssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i should try to be happy about things, and maybe things will go well. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should start with a smile. =] &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;=\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still, it feels like i'm hiding my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black fonts rock! i can hide whatever i want inside =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-8304564069176437502?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/8304564069176437502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=8304564069176437502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8304564069176437502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8304564069176437502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/05/haizzzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-8750884924032959824</id><published>2008-04-26T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:04:20.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 weeks were the most horrible architecture weeks i had so far. lol. (sure get worse one) got 3 team members never do anything for the first week, while the chinese half were doing their part. on the 2nd week, all team members started working, but the malays just did very little. in the end on the last day i worked till 4am, and then overslept on submission day. good thing i still made it in time to finish the powerpoint slides. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arhh sorry to my groupmates for reaching school late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway this week still needa present so needa prepare and coordinate with the group members. (arhh the group leader sucks. never do much de. did almost the least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And special thanks to amy for chionging though she fell sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else happened. so.. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i miss gladys dar so much. hope we can meet soon. good luck on ur common test darrr =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-8750884924032959824?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/8750884924032959824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=8750884924032959824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8750884924032959824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8750884924032959824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-117491356821290173</id><published>2008-04-16T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:48:54.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came home from piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. i played horribly cos my whole body tired. i donno why also. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now lecturers treat whole class eat macdonald. hehehe i ate 2 fillet-o'-fish, 1/2 hashbrown and 1+1/2 cup of ice lemon tea. whoo full. haha. and eew kallang river so dirty lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. 3 days of year 2 architecture and already i feel physically drained. and arhh amy go so early today den she finish almost everything le, den we go there like nv do much sia. &gt;&lt; den she angry at us. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lecturers also confused about the site. sian la they always give contradicting information. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday = go punggol from 8-5pm.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday = go GEMs + library + class + bugis&lt;br /&gt;wednesday = go kallang + raining + go home + go piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. sounds like a lot. not really. but still tiring la. lol. nv rly slp enough. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. post end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-117491356821290173?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/117491356821290173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=117491356821290173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/117491356821290173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/117491356821290173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-came-home-from-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-9221778831735416635</id><published>2008-04-09T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:32:51.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So long never update blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... few days ago i argued with glad. walao so scary la i tot we gonna break up le. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only got angry because she was quiet.. i thought she was ignoring me. Lucky her best fren janice was able to speak up for her. I still owe her lunch. Then i argue with janice until now she hate me ler. haha. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was lucky that glad was such a nice girl to forgive me. When we met up on sunday i thought she was still angry at me, i dont know whether she was, but she told me she was fine, probably to make me feel better. But i tried to make the day a good one, and in the end, it was quite a nice one. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want gladys to be my one and only. Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao got pimple on top of my lip. made my lip swell in the morning. &gt;&lt; it's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays i dont know why i feel so emotionless again. -_- so weird. Maybe i am confused, and lost. but all i could think of now is her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad, sorry for the times i hurt you. I always dont know when i'm doing wrong. Really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-9221778831735416635?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/9221778831735416635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=9221778831735416635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/9221778831735416635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/9221778831735416635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-long-never-update-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-8772356544730915678</id><published>2008-04-04T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:45:16.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY! FINALLY! LAST DAY OF WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined hip hop once again. I have a passion for dance but everytime i say i wan do hip hop pple will laugh at me. Haiz sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very strange. I do anything pple also find unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop, Golf, Piano, etc. PPle dun believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something funny i heard yesterday. the dance teacher ask one of the student "How are u goin home?" then he said "private jet". Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den when he was going downstairs the teacher ask "Eh? i tot u say private jet? Private jet should be upstairs right?" then i was already laughin den the guy reply "No no i meet my father first, den go up together... " den the teacher reply "Orhh go lim kopi first is it? ahhahaa crap la" lols! damn farney lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun la the dance class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-8772356544730915678?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/8772356544730915678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=8772356544730915678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8772356544730915678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8772356544730915678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-finally-last-day-of-work-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-3405912910793464011</id><published>2008-04-02T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:48:31.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April Fools Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzzzz i thought it would be a funny good day. Well it kinda wasnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad brought me golfing. But then when i joined him and his friend, they play as if i'm not even there sometimes. They hit liao den walk away le.. den i putting half way then my dad's fren go put in the flagstick. Haiz..... I hate being invisible, in which i was all my life, until i met HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't spend much time with her today. My family went to suntec city together cos my 2nd sis wanted to get new specs, and after that we went to carrefour to get some groceries cos my sis wan cook guo tiao tomorrow. By the time reach home already 10+pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den peggy jie go bluff me say she pregnant say wan get married.. zzz stupid april fool prank bluff me.. T_T den got some girl from the forum go and vandalise my friendster picture. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-3405912910793464011?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/3405912910793464011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=3405912910793464011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3405912910793464011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3405912910793464011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-7606288464634084780</id><published>2008-03-27T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:17:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today needa present in the family presentation again. Argh i not well prepared... Anyway i'm going to present on Going Green.. which is a topic they might already know. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz what's the point.. They made a scoring system and i'm already far behind. They say last place must treat the other 2 siblings eat 1 meal. Consperm is me le.. (conSPERm = SuPER confirm).. then they always say points dun matter, is the learning that matters. but then they always make q&amp;amp;a then the points different one, then i also abit slow in learning. Then they faster and they capture more info within each lesson, but i always miss out alot of thing.. Then i write notes den find the answer also slow.. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4get it la.. just go with the flow lor.. lose lose la. Waste my time go earn points. Try so hard still lose. Hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN LA still at dad office. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-7606288464634084780?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/7606288464634084780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=7606288464634084780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7606288464634084780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7606288464634084780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/haiz-today-needa-present-in-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-4544531073304880868</id><published>2008-03-23T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:54:02.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Langkawiiiiiii~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i donno if anyone cares if i'm back or not, but i thought Langkawi was rather fun! It was really scenic and the Go-cart race track was really fast and fun. My fav part of the vacation was the Go-cart race, and what i most disliked about the vacation was the hotel. The room was filled with annoying mosquitoes, mostly male so they didn't sting much, but still certainly annoying. The other room was more infested and i had to go help them, and in total we killed over 30 mosquitoes, which stained the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here was the itenary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 0-1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the longest and most tiring journey i've ever taken. First, my big sister's friend mr Christopher Chin, a malaysian music teacher who has came to singapore to teach music, sent us to his house in johor. He had cute, but smelly, dogs who were friendly and nice. Crossing the causeway took about an hour, which was rather fast already, considering the police were still searching for the well-known criminal Mas Selamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took a 9pm bus to somewhere in Kedah, Malaysia. The bus ride was a horrendous 13 hour ride, even though the bus was occasionally speeding at about 120km/h. We reached the ferry terminal in Kedah at about 10am in the morning. Then, we took a short ferry ride at 12:30pm, about 1 hour journey, to Langkawi. The island was huge, and even though we were far from the jetty, it seemed we were so close, yet it still took so long before we reached there. But it was a pretty beautiful island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real journey began. We rented a lousy car (Proton Waja) at Jetty Point and started our journey with pumping petrol into the tank. Bought lotsa water and booked in the resort called Langkasuka beach resort. Lotsa mosquitoes, but we beared with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to black-sand beach, in which the sand was really black, because of the granite sediments. There were lotsa tiny little crabs living there, as were in many of the beaches we went in Langkawi. It was really interesting to see black coloured sand for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we went to a truly great restaurant hidden in the mangroves. It is called Barn Thai. On your way there, you have to walk on a wooden bridge over the mangrove forest, and there were lotsa monkeys. The restaurant served the finest of Thai food, and i had really enjoyed it there. The food costs a bomb though, so don't always go to eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to Eagle Square, where there is a gigantic sculpture of a flying eagle. The lighting was pretty well-placed. It brought out the spectacular features of the sculpture of the eagle. We took a few pictures before going back to the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the morning, we booked for a tour in the river at the mangroves in a boat. The package included watching eagle feeding, going into the bat cave, and also taking a ride in the sea around the coast. I particularly liked the part where the eagles came close to our boats when they swooped down to get the chicken skins that one of the boat-operators threw into the sea to feed them. The flight of the eagles were simply majestic. The bats were cool too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we went to a beach. I learned that in malay, Pantai means beach, and on that day, we went to Pantai Cenang. It was quite a nice beach tho. We originally planned to go parasailing, but it was too expensive. The stalls offered 100RM+ for a ride. It was obviously too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night, we went to Pantai Kok, which was actually a marina for yachts to park, and where there was a Russian restaurant called USSR. We tried the food there because we had never eaten russian food before, and i think it tasted okay. There was a pretty cat there which wasn't a local cat, but it was there trying to beg for food. It looked so pretty! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fruitful day. First, we went to a western-style bread shop for breakfast. It was located beside the USSR restaurant we had went on the previous day. The bread was marvellous, and i loved the chocolate-filled bread, because it was sweet. =) And after that, we went to a place called Oriental Village, where there is a cable car that brings visitors up to over 700m above sea level. The view was breath-taking, definately a trip worth making. There was also a huge steel-structure suspension bridge leading to the viewing deck. We could feel the bridge shaking if we held the railing and stood still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we went to one of the waterfalls in malaysia. It was called the seven wells, as there were seven wells at the top of the waterfall. We had to climb up by stairs. It took us about half an hour of upward climbing. I sweated a lot, and so did my sisters. However we did reach the top of the waterfall, but the view was not as good as we expected. The water was not that cool either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the seven wells, we headed to the geopark/bird park in langkawi. There were lotsa birds there, but i din really enjoy it alot. I found it more informative than enjoyable. However it was still a good experience. The otter was so cute, but they would bite if i did put my hands near the "cage". Good thing i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went to eat at Kenny Rogers at Jetty Point. Moderately good food there. Then we went to the night market. There were lots of cheap cheap stuff sold there, and rather delicious too. However hygiene was rather bad, and there were lots of flies there. We only dared to buy those freshly cooked food.. Enjoyed the food though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day we went for go-cart racing. My 2nd sister and her friend did not join us today, though i found it quite a waste. Three of us went to the go-cart racing track and we raced about 6-8 laps in 10 minutes. It was one of the most fun things i've ever done. The cars were very fast, unlike Singapore's only go-cart in Escape Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a shower, we got ready to head off to the airport. Ate at a lousy expensive food court there. Waste of money. Then headed to the kenny rogers again, but this time it was at the airport. The food was nicer than the one at jetty point, however the banana muffins were undercooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a 1 hour plane at 3:55pm. Reached singapore at about 5pm. It was incomparably faster than the stupid bus ride. We decided NEVER to take the bus again. and now i'm HERE! in SINGAPORE! updating my BLOG! capitalising on every last word of my SENTENCE! it's so NONSENSICAL! ok never mind. um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-4544531073304880868?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/4544531073304880868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=4544531073304880868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4544531073304880868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4544531073304880868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-langkawiiiiiii-well-i-donno.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-333697504375138284</id><published>2008-03-17T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:09:44.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 interesting things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents are so strange. The windows are open when it was raining, yet they continue to sit on the couch watching the tv. That was obviously why the speaker spoiled long ago. I told them the window was open, yet they ignored me like i was invisible. I thought they didn't hear me, so i said it again, but then my mum reacted, "You see the window open then go and close lah! I'm your maid ah?" Walao i damn angry lah. But then i din waste my time to force her to close the window. Then i just go and close lor. Then cos raining then very dark right? Then ah, my mum just sitting 2 steps away from the light switch, and i'm like 1 room away lah, then she tell me to on the light. Walao i really become servant liao. I dun like staying beside them but then if i wasn't at home for them then they would fume when i get home. Wonder if this is a right time to scold FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I met some weirdo lady in auditionSEA. She's called evilangle. I ask her what is an evil angle and she say the opposite of an angle lor, (she means angel) then i see she is spell wrong then i say never mind then continue play the game. Then after that i win, then i say "lol gg" then she say "you say lol?" then another guy say i guai lan. walao i say gg nia they say i guai lan. After that i leave the room then in another room she came in again. Then she try insult me and whatnot. Walao she damn sore loser lah. lose liao say gg also cannot. Aiya too bad lah people dono how to spell angel must be stupid one lah. She must be 8 years old or something. Spoil my appetite sia this kind of pple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah now 10am le. later meeting edwin to lend him hard disk. his thumb drive lost and external hard disk spoil. lol. sad lah edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-333697504375138284?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/333697504375138284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=333697504375138284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/333697504375138284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/333697504375138284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-was-day-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-8118563693582652294</id><published>2008-03-14T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:53:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feels like a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today someone opened my eyes once again to see what's really important. Now i know, that we live for the good things in life, not for the bad things we go through. Bad things are meant to be forgotton, but the good things are to be cherished for life. Some famous guy said, "The best things in life are for free". Well, i guess i know what he means now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remind myself, not to look at the dark side of life. Even if the bright side of life is dim, there's still light, and so i should always find that light even in the darkest of times. (dark side reminds me of star wars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today. o_o&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A BORING POST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-8118563693582652294?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/8118563693582652294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=8118563693582652294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8118563693582652294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8118563693582652294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/feels-like-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-582661715300645085</id><published>2008-03-13T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:58:10.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well........... I din wanna post now, but i just cant stand it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate working here! IT SUCKS. I'd rather work somewhere out of here with fixed hours and it even pays more to work out of this place. Dad pays me an average $600, but i have to hear him pushing me around all the time. Makes me go around with him to tuas till 9pm den go home. No time to practice piano, reach home quite late. have to go dinner at geylang today. i rather not go but i dont have a choice. Life's about making choices, but my life's about satisfying other people's choices. I dont have a life, because i dont have choice. i hate it. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels as if i can end it soon. not really. but it does feel like i'm gonna snap at everyone around me like i'm a maniac. i'm seriously gonna go crazy =.= argh anger engulfs me and i'm gonna go boom anytime soon no matter who it is i'm gonna scold them for anything they say to me. &gt;&lt; =.= -_- +_+ x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea hope u guys are laughing because it's pretty funny. Ha ha. yeah funny. well it does feel better to post this because i'm seriously X_X now and i gonna go back to the work i hate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye.. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-582661715300645085?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/582661715300645085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=582661715300645085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/582661715300645085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/582661715300645085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-6579613650783155716</id><published>2008-03-07T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:12:27.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i presented on computer viruses to my sisters. Dont think i did well, but i think it's okay lah. hmm, at least it's over for now. 3 wks to prepare for next presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys is leaving for philipines for this week. so, i wanna wish her good luck, and have fun. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6579613650783155716?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6579613650783155716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6579613650783155716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6579613650783155716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6579613650783155716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/hm-yesterday-i-presented-on-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-7281916058656016112</id><published>2008-03-06T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T09:09:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's thursday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went out with Kang Li and Rasyidin. We watched death note 3. Rasyidin noticed my new specs right away. and well, you guessed it. he din give a shit good comment about it. He asked me "what were you thinking daniel? what were you thinking when you bought this specs?" lol. yea very funny rasyidin. Kang Li was nicer and said "I have nothing against the specs, it's the shirt!" well it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a pretty old shirt, so i agree with him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway death note 3 not bad lah, though i never watch 1 and 2. But i only realised that we missed the ending for it, because it was after the credits, and we only stayed till the credits started. Lol. Good movie anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now i'm feelin dizzy. Later still gotta present to my sisters about computer virus. Argh... dizzzyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok end of post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-7281916058656016112?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/7281916058656016112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=7281916058656016112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7281916058656016112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7281916058656016112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-thursday-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-8315443137312040624</id><published>2008-03-05T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:04:03.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo everyone! How's life? Mine's pretty boring. Everyday same at the office, get up at 7:30am and "start work" at 8:30am.(yet i'm updating blog now) Then office would possibly get cold around lunch time. Leave for lunch at 1pm, come back at 1:30pm. Do stuff till 6pm, leave for home, do some nonsense. Borrrinnngggg.... Good thing today's wednesday. Got piano, no need stay in the office i dun like for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Still got running nose. Coughing also. Later got piano, and after that goin plaza sing to adjust my specs cos it's pretty loose, and gonna meet ras and kang later. Donno what we'll do next. Probably ras will try to hold me back from going home to see girls or something. Well u know ras la, he's like that. and Kang probably would wanna stay. Well i changed my hairstyle and my specs, wonder what they'll say. Hopefully it'd be good comment. (highly doubt it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 9am le lah. work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peas Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-8315443137312040624?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/8315443137312040624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=8315443137312040624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8315443137312040624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/8315443137312040624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo-everyone-hows-life-mines-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-3323006474782920555</id><published>2008-03-01T00:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:36:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i found out how to upload pics in photobucket. Here are the celeb pics and me winning the longest drive medal and the driver. COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04440.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04453.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04456.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04457.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04458.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04459.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04460.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04461.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04462.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04463.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04465.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg281/IMMrLame/DSC04469.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-3323006474782920555?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/3323006474782920555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=3323006474782920555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3323006474782920555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3323006474782920555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-i-found-out-how-to-upload-pics-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-3517515404685734658</id><published>2008-02-29T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:08:15.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah i've been out with a cold for about 3 days now. Yet yesterday i still went golfing with my dad and a bunch of mediacorp celebrities. Well they just look like normal people. They're quite sociable too, though they cant really play golf all that well. Took a few pics with them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will be uploading them once i find out how to&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. I ate dinner with a bad guy actor at the same table yesterday. Even took a pic with a pretty actress in which name escapes me. Something like Joanne Peh. Lol. She's damn tall for a girl. Think almost same height as me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHEE i won myself a Longest Drive prize, which earns myself a medal and a new driver, which costs $500+. Whee i din expect to win anything actually, yesterday. However i still played pretty badly for my lousy putting. Well at least i won something. Wahaha even some of the celebrities know me now, as the "long driver boy". lol. ok sounds like i'm a driver now. XD Ok i dont care XD If you have won a driver before then u can insult me. If not, u cannot. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao just now sneeze till when i go spit den got abit of blood inside. lols. never go see doctor. Oh well.. Losing my voice as always. getting a cough now. Does it mean it's getting worse? I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think i need to get back to work lah. Tell me what i should do please. See doctor or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-3517515404685734658?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/3517515404685734658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=3517515404685734658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3517515404685734658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3517515404685734658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-4853263464963125526</id><published>2008-02-27T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:13:42.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My results are out! Well, it's somewhat what i wanted, yet it's not really enough. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Polytechnic 2007/2008 S2 Examination Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student ID: 0712846&lt;br /&gt;Name: DANIEL LAM ZHEN TAO&lt;br /&gt;Module Code - Module - Credit Unit - Grade&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;LC0118 - CRITICAL REASONING SKILLS - 2 - B&lt;br /&gt;DE100Z - ARCHITECTURAL DESIGN STUDIO I - 12 - B&lt;br /&gt;DE101Z - HISTORY &amp;amp; THEORY OF ARCHITECTURE I - 8 - B&lt;br /&gt;DE103Z - ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE I - 4 - B&lt;br /&gt;ET003A - MUSIC APPRECIATION - 2 - B&lt;br /&gt;DE104Z - COMPUTER-AIDED DESIGN &amp;amp; PRESENTATION - 12 - B+&lt;br /&gt;DE102Z - MATERIALS &amp;amp; ARCHITECTURAL TECHNOLOGY I - 12 - C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMESTER GPA: 3&lt;br /&gt;CUMULATIVE GPA: 3.036&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLOWED TO CONTINUE IN THE COURSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i still can continue the course i guess..&lt;br /&gt;ARGH GOTTA WORK HARD FOR NUS!&lt;br /&gt;and.. uh abit sick. caught a cold or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....... ok the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-4853263464963125526?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/4853263464963125526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=4853263464963125526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4853263464963125526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4853263464963125526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-results-are-out-well-its-somewhat.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-1518962674897223900</id><published>2008-02-21T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:59:17.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 week just flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some stuff happened i guess. Cant remember all. But my 2nd sis had created for us a family presentation project. We have to take turns to present our topics to ourselves, meaning 1 person will present to the other 2 siblings. This is to create an effective self-learning exercise to gain more knowledge for ourselves. This will be done over 12 weeks. We have over 15 mins to present. My 2nd sis has already presented her topic on health: Fats and Calories.I have found it rather interesting. However during the Q&amp;amp;A session i have performed badly. I scored 45 points while my big sis scored 105. ARH I DIE! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my big sis gonna present next thursday. I think she's gonna present on music appreciation. ARHH STUPID MODULE I TOOK DURING YR 1~!!!! Damn. Lol. Okay maybe it'd be different. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA LEARN FOR THE Q&amp;amp;A! ARHH! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 week later i might be presenting on computer viruses. Thinking of topics for Going Green, Architecture, Games, and Recycling. Hmmmm..... ARrrr need research. i'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. If any of u want to present to us, please contact me. We welcome guest presenters. =) But it has to be an informative presentation. Could be about anything. So contact me~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-1518962674897223900?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/1518962674897223900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=1518962674897223900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/1518962674897223900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/1518962674897223900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-week-just-flew-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-4370022944935677676</id><published>2008-02-14T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:47:14.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is.... A Very Special Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day To ALL!~ Today is a day where all should be loved and there should be no hate between any. Say I Love You to all the people you know who are around you right now, to let them know that they are loved. Today is the only day that has a reason for doing that. So DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also a special day. It's what the chinese call Human Day, or 人日. This means everybody's birthday is on this day. The 人日happens every year at 一月初七, the 7th day of the 1st month. So, Happy belated birthday to all~! (no this is not a joke) I only found this out yesterday when i was listening to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ok everyone enjoy yourselves!~ PEACE OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-4370022944935677676?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/4370022944935677676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=4370022944935677676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4370022944935677676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4370022944935677676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-5616238324749360075</id><published>2008-02-12T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:57:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogskin so nice lehh... Wah i admiring my own blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might think i'm zi lian, but actually this blogskin is gladys do de. Yay! Nice work!~ Thanks alot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i just wanted to post that. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-5616238324749360075?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/5616238324749360075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=5616238324749360075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5616238324749360075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/5616238324749360075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/02/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-4786390230563532329</id><published>2008-02-12T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:42:26.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is tuesday.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah that day, saturday, my parents and i went to JB for golfing, at a course called Starhill Golf &amp;amp; Country Club. Then at the last hole 2nd shot hor, my dad hor, he hit liao the ball den the ball go to the left lehh. Then hor, he wan to see the ball den he walk forward den nv see in front leh, then after that there got one tree stump leh, then he trip over the stump and fell! OUCH. Lucky nv break any bones lah. Then he fall liao den he so hard to stand back up because the tree stump was sloped down mah, den his legs in the air.. then i inside the buggy den i look at the ball also, den when i look back at him he already on the tree stump. Den i cannot help him at all cos the buggy so far away.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa then i play golf 3 days in a row. Friday to Sunday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causeway was jammed at the first link malaysia side, as usual. The traffic watch in JB cannot see de, then we tot no jam den we go there den jam till over 1 hour. Den i fell asleep in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now i'm working. Currently slacking for 5 minutes. Gotta go down help do some deburring. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tagboard is more lonely than Gladys's. She say hers is dying but mine is worse. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-4786390230563532329?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/4786390230563532329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=4786390230563532329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4786390230563532329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4786390230563532329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-602593653597229109</id><published>2008-02-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:06:37.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all a happy and prosperous Chinese New Year and 2008, even to non-chinese~! Sorry i didn't post earlier, was too busy "begging" for ang pao. Haha.. Din get much tho, but not asking for much. I appreciate what i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u guys know what i mean, and maybe u can be happier if you appreciate what people give to you, and not ask any more of them, because it is not their job to serve u. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just realised that Singapore Zoo's celebrity orang utan Ah Meng has passed away. Aww so sad. 48 years old, older than Singapore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Hey i'm ending my post here. I got nothing else to post le. so... Bye!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-602593653597229109?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/602593653597229109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=602593653597229109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/602593653597229109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/602593653597229109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-everyone-wishing-all-happy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-7927084760681387974</id><published>2008-02-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:03:27.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be the best time in the world. But now i feel like i've nothing to do at home. I think i'll go work at my dad's office tomorrow. I started playin a new game called high street 5. it's a game similar to audition but there's no chancing. huhu.. i got one malaysia account and one singapore acc. So hard to train de.. always lose in singapore server cos everybody so pro. all 8k 8k. siao one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrr nothing to do.... My dad kena gout again. He in pain sia. Now nothing to do for me. Did i say i nothing to do? i think i didn't. Well i got nothing to do. Oh wait i did say i got nothing to do. Ah well i'd say it again, i got nothing to do. Bet u guys feel like changing the channel now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post. Peace out! And happy new year. It is year of the rat, not year of the mouse thank you. Dont give credit to mice, give credit to rats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-7927084760681387974?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/7927084760681387974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=7927084760681387974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7927084760681387974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7927084760681387974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/02/holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-3337658226061082556</id><published>2008-01-31T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:45:29.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today nothin much to update. Going golf at 12:30pm.. yea i'm old. Nobody understands golf also.. feels alone here. Tomorrow gonna find edwin play tennis in sch.. chinamen goin back china liao. cant play with them. siannnnnn.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais dun wan update liao.. bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-3337658226061082556?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/3337658226061082556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=3337658226061082556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3337658226061082556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3337658226061082556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-6975510517228018961</id><published>2008-01-29T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:40:09.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOO! today had a lot of fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, albert, joel, kang li and rasyidin went to paradiz and parklane to play LAN and Pool to celebrate the end of year one.. WHOOO! so fun.. We started out playin pool at paradiz. Had a few friendly games together, taking turns by kicking the loser out. We then went to play LAN after convicing rasyidin to go with us, though he was still reluctant to go. We went to play dota first. As usual, me and joel were in the same team, and albert, kang and ras were in the other. Joel is the pro one.. i think he one person can defeat all liao. no nid me also. ahhaa i so noob.. keep dying cos of albert and kangli keep killing me. Then we played CS then once again me and joel team.. whee win few times lose few times.. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However during game suddenly shen yang called me up to ask when was the portfolio review, because he thought it's supposed to be on tuesday! waaa so blurrr! everybody also know it's today how come he suddenly think it's tuesdayy.. aiyooo shen yang must learn this lesson huh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to have dessert at Ah Chew Dessert House at bugis. I think that's what it's called la.. i only remember the Ah Chew part.. i think it was quite ok la.. kang li liked the place alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was very fun lar... tiring too.. Writing blog because hair havent dry.. tmr still got golf with dad.. lol.. must wake up 7am.. see what's the time now? =p (12:38am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bad for health.. well eating dessert at 12am is bad too.. lol.. who cares! not always do this wad =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK LA TIME TO SLEEP! WHOOO! gd nite all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to update again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6975510517228018961?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6975510517228018961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6975510517228018961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6975510517228018961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6975510517228018961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/01/whoo-today-had-lot-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-4547711941191110988</id><published>2008-01-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:37:51.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Faisal</title><content type='html'>Hi readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not gonna be a happy post. I am giving my condolences to my friend, Faisal, Bendemeer Secondary 4E2 '06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faisal was handicapped at birth. He had a rare disease that was inherited through his father. His father's case wasn't that severe, as his father can still walk but still limps when he walks. He had three brothers and a sister. All his brothers had the same disease and died at about the age of 18. I myself am not clear of the name of the disease, but it has something to do with causing problems to the muscles in the body. The disease spreads to the vital organs of the body and kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizal,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your company when we were in the same school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all sec 4 students of bendemeer 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-4547711941191110988?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/4547711941191110988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=4547711941191110988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4547711941191110988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/4547711941191110988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-bye-faisal.html' title='Good Bye Faisal'/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-6306591874016336395</id><published>2008-01-22T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:25:22.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi again all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i was so bored because there was no sch, i put my DP as a v strange one, in order for people to ask.. So far, there have been 7 people. The names are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Wei Teck&lt;br /&gt;Koh Kang Li&lt;br /&gt;Rasyidin&lt;br /&gt;Gladys&lt;br /&gt;Janice&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;Albert Jee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to these people. No there will be no prizes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth much else to update about. In a way, life is boring. Yet, things always happen to get back at you in life. Life is never perfect. Horrible horrible things always happen in life, which makes life so wonderfully balanced in terms of its perfection, being equally bad as good. Life is also short, so dont make it any shorter by smoking or drugs or stuff like that. Live life to the fullest. Dont waste whatever ur parents or god have given you the opportunity to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's just a saying from Mr Lame. It is lame. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back some other time.. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6306591874016336395?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6306591874016336395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6306591874016336395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6306591874016336395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6306591874016336395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-again-all-since-i-was-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-7913276998511540993</id><published>2008-01-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:55:19.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo finally got time to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my mum, my sisters and i went to plaza singapura to eat dinner, because my mum's birthday is on 21st Jan. We celebrated today because she's going overseas tomorrow onwards. We had japanese food, at aji-teh. The service sucked. The architecture also sucked. The waiters cannot see the tables de. Do not go to this restaurant or you will regret. The food wasn't fantastic either. So, DONT GO THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main reason we go PS is because we wanted to watch a movie together. So we caught a movie at 9pm. The movie was a korean one called "Le Grand Chef". Not bad.. rather good i might say.. try to catch it. There was this guy who was eating ramen, and was trying to get the taste he had when he was in the army. Then there's one part where he ate ramen, then his expression looked like he tasted what he wanted, but in the end it was that the noodles were too hot and he spat it out. Everyone burst out laughing. lol. But as u know it's a korean movie, so the storyline is pretty much similar to many other korean shows. But still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm seems that this post came pretty late. I reached home at 12mn. so sorry to keep u readers waiting. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's it i guess. Time to wrap it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a candy wrapper and wraps this up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-7913276998511540993?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/7913276998511540993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=7913276998511540993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7913276998511540993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/7913276998511540993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-6778223718465961192</id><published>2008-01-17T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:35:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long Time No Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i haven't mentioned that i had silent crit because i reach school late for presentation. LOL! People thought i sad, but actually i'm fine. lol. dont know why. i know i should feel a little sad or something, but i just think it's ok leh.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, recently some strange things happen to me. But dont feel like talkin bout it in the post. Some people already know about it, but i also shall not mention the name. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i decided to update because i realised that i forgot to bring my drainage calculations home today. oh well, tomorrow go sch do.. whee... CRS exam tmr.. havent do assignment. huhu dont care.. wheeeee ok la i pass up on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLOTTING PLOTTTTTING! die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People wont be satisfied by this post.. i know.. lol.. well at least updated.. maybe i update again saturday.. going pianoing.. at this time of night.. huhu.. have fun reading this over and over again. uhh rmb to click click huh.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna say thanks to the class for always being there for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yr 1 ending. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6778223718465961192?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6778223718465961192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6778223718465961192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6778223718465961192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6778223718465961192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-time-no-update-anyway-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-2048962992009963500</id><published>2008-01-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:48:12.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is monday.. 7th of january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. here we go.. long time never update blog.. more than half a month.. hope i still remember how to do this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architecture progress:&lt;br /&gt;1. Model -&gt; DONE&lt;br /&gt;2. 4xA1 boards -&gt; DONE&lt;br /&gt;3. 3D model -&gt; DONE&lt;br /&gt;4. 5 HTA Write-up -&gt; DONE&lt;br /&gt;5. 1000word HTA essay -&gt; under construction&lt;br /&gt;6. Presentation: wednesday, 9th jan.&lt;br /&gt;7. Lots of other stuff, including CRS-&gt; NOT DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. anyway today i made an interesting discovery. I realised that albert reads my blog. I also realised that my blog has people reading it(only albert and 1 other person.. very low key de.. ) and these 2 people has been wanting to see my blog updated for weeks. Therefore this is an update. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so many stuff happen le.. i cannot write finish in one post i think. Short story: Joel wants to give up and retake first year. Kim Yong came back for a day, just for a short visit. Rasyidin thinks he's gonna fail architecture, and worries too much. And in case anyone is wondering, no i'm not payin $500 to go on vacation with keng keng and/or michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling relieved that so many things are done already. Yet it seems like there is still a long road ahead. Gotta keep moving on i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And feels like i'm missing sumbody huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's the end for today's post.. gonna wrap it up with.. with.. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;(ps, yes i'm going crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anyone else reading this blog, please, you're not alone. Tag me. The last man in this blog is not alone. the tag board is just over there. &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tag me.. There is food. There is shelter.&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever i'm just making a lousy imitation of that will smith show... uhh what's it called again.. hmmmmmm cant rmb it.. oh yes.. uh wait.. no no that's not it.. hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh forget it.. if u know the name of the show tag over there. the tagline something like "the last man on earth is not alone." i cant remember the show name! ARHH! STM! ARHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait where am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-2048962992009963500?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/2048962992009963500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=2048962992009963500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2048962992009963500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/2048962992009963500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-is-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-6924605279927625289</id><published>2007-12-16T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:36:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo birthday just over! COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that so many people actually knew that it was my birthday... must be friendster o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my family, my third aunt and i had went to tony roma's for dinner on the previous night.. The queue was a killer.. 1 hour of waiting was long enough.. good thing that the food was good.. lol.. maybe everyone wanna celebrate my b'day huh.. den all go tony romas =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, or so called yesterday night, my family and i celebrated with a blueberry cake.. and we took some photos. It was rather enjoyable to see my family enjoying the day as much as me... And also i got a bag from my sisters.. It included a laptop case and a handphone pouch.. Whoo thanks leh! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today i feel like sayin hi to someone special to me in this post.. haha.. Her name starts with G and she's the one who did the blogskin for me.. haha.. HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la i guess that's it.. getting late.. nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-6924605279927625289?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/6924605279927625289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=6924605279927625289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6924605279927625289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/6924605279927625289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2007/12/whoo-birthday-just-over-cool-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-3385079257703427977</id><published>2007-12-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:06:41.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was somewhat exciting, yet boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the museum on....Uhh....Oh right, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Henry broke his leg.. well actually it was just a bone crack but he's still not ok yet..&lt;br /&gt;He fell and it was a rainy day. Ouch man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, joel's laptop stealer doesn't want to return the laptop and plans to sell it. O_____O&lt;br /&gt;His identity is still a mystery. He logs into his msn account and changes his nickname.. He mocks joel somewhat, and now i feel like beating him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant the police catch him already o_o lousy police. Anyway i just found out that joel has a new laptop already.&lt;br /&gt;KILL THE GUY WHO STOLE THE LAPTOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with GMPurpleGem in audition. She was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK end of post. HAPPY START OF THE WEEK! 5 mins to monday.. starting to countdown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT HEALTHY ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;MrLame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-3385079257703427977?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/3385079257703427977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=3385079257703427977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3385079257703427977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3385079257703427977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-somewhat-exciting-yet-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-992792631693181740</id><published>2007-12-08T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:30:44.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring saturday. Nothing to post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's 8 December, as u can see from the top of this post. Yesterday fell asleep while smsing. o_o And today never go out.. Supposed to go city hall see exhibition never go. Mum talks to me bout financial management from 12pm to 1pm non-stop, without me even pointing out ANYTHING. i just said "mmm" and "ya". Sometimes i not listening and she dont notice. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh really very boring because there's nothing to write about. (thinks for 10mins)Well remember to tag me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.... (thinks for another 10 mins) wah really nothing to write about. ARGH forget it.. i'll end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thinks 2 mins) yeah, remember to enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;MrLame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-992792631693181740?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/992792631693181740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=992792631693181740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/992792631693181740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/992792631693181740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2007/12/boring-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-9021581742411010132</id><published>2007-12-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:30:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay i know how to add links to the blog liao! WHOO! Thanks to gladys again.. wheeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bout gladys is that she's smart, but she's just lazy sometimes. Wahahas lucky she still nice enough to gimme a tutorial on how to make links. Heheeees. NOW I CAN LINK ALL I WANT! WHOOOOOO! fun sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm not supposed to be writing blog now.. Supposed to be doing architecture work.. BUT DAMN SIAN SO I NOW WRITING NONSENSE! NONSENSE NONSENSE NONSENSE NONSENSE! ok lar that was nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again glad.. owe u one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-9021581742411010132?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/9021581742411010132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=9021581742411010132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/9021581742411010132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/9021581742411010132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay-i-know-how-to-add-links-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-9110095182854490845</id><published>2007-12-01T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:47:11.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah damn long never update blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm posting this for nothing.. Remembering that day which my laptop broke down.. SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH! i thought i need to quit course liao because everything is in the hard disk.. i was hoping that the hard disk was not spoiled. Kang Li and Rasyidin keeps scaring me that i'm a goner. Then i went to acer to fix the computer.. I realised that it was the motherboard that has spoiled. I was so relieved. But after the guy changed the motherboard, we realised that the hard disk crashes at startup when it's to startup normally. Luckily it could still be switched on to safe mode and the project stuff was safely copied into the new hard disk. Everything was for free.. lucky there was warranty. phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i've learnt my lesson. I went to sim lim to buy a new hard disk soon after, with edwin. It costed $99. Well it's a good investment, because this way i wont lose any information in case the hard disk spoils. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i thank rasyidin for being there at acer with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to stay alive in architecture,&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, MDM ****** *** XDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-9110095182854490845?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/9110095182854490845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=9110095182854490845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/9110095182854490845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/9110095182854490845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2007/12/wah-damn-long-never-update-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</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-6231938570597950743.post-3370227212694162658</id><published>2007-11-26T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:12:57.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome message!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Welcome to my 1st post on blogspot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved to blogspot because i've realised that my windows live space has a problem loading on my laptop. So i move here, hoping i can do a better-looking blog. Anyway enjoy your stay. Spamming is allowed for now! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will learn how to use blogspot slowly. At the mean time, enjoy your stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying of too much architecture.. SAVE ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231938570597950743-3370227212694162658?l=immrlame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/feeds/3370227212694162658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231938570597950743&amp;postID=3370227212694162658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3370227212694162658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231938570597950743/posts/default/3370227212694162658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immrlame.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-message.html' title='Welcome message!'/><author><name>Mr Lame</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03653615915061258471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
