<?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-28527608</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:10:04.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary, I fucked Up Bad this time..</title><subtitle type='html'>Yo! Andrew Ewe here... n this is my Blog. Hope u like it la But IF u dun i dun care hahaha! cuz u can shove it up ur ass n it wunt matter ! Just read ma posts n leave wtv comments laa.. be it constructive or Not .. thanks! ciaoz</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-9107494384867919392</id><published>2007-02-17T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:58:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>It's the year of the wut arh?!! Anyways, the thought of the congregation of relatives and pesky lil cousins in one house! Oh my gawd!! The only thing I'm lookin forward to is getting a share of my ang pow and spending it! HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I picked something interesting off the Internet.. it's a CNY myth and it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to legend, in ancient China, the nián(年), a man-eating beast from the mountains, could silently infiltrate houses to prey on humans. The people later learned that the &lt;i&gt;nian&lt;/i&gt; was sensitive to loud noises and the color red, so they scared it away with explosions, fireworks and the liberal use of the color red. These customs led to the first New Year celebrations. &lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guò nián&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Simplified Chinese: 过年;Traditional Chinese&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span lang="zh-Hant"&gt;過年&lt;/span&gt;), which means &lt;i&gt;to celebrate the new year&lt;/i&gt;, literally means &lt;i&gt;the passing of the nian beast&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;For more on CNY go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_New_Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIKIPEDIA ROCKS CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6yIzAVC4UY/RdaZNvpr-gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-r9BfWbx824/s1600-h/nouvel-an-chinois-07-xujiahui-boule-nuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6yIzAVC4UY/RdaZNvpr-gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-r9BfWbx824/s320/nouvel-an-chinois-07-xujiahui-boule-nuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032378095041772034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harpee Chinese New Year to everyone! MUAX MUAX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angpow! Hongpow! Redpow! Merahpow na lai! wkaka..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-9107494384867919392?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/9107494384867919392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=9107494384867919392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/9107494384867919392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/9107494384867919392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_j6yIzAVC4UY/RdaZNvpr-gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-r9BfWbx824/s72-c/nouvel-an-chinois-07-xujiahui-boule-nuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-1022629971769103496</id><published>2007-02-08T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:50:39.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic!</title><content type='html'>Since I've had like 3 votes ONLY I think I really am gonna close the damn blog haha.. NVM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whokies, I've only got like less than 3 months to my damned final and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've not done any reading.. except the lil bit I did for the Constitutional group presentation.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been missing alot alot alot of classes!&lt;br /&gt;3. I've not been following ANY class since the first day of Year 2(dreaming la)&lt;br /&gt;4. And you know when I say things like these(above) I mean them.. Not like those bastards and bastardees who say 'Oh I didn't study la' and they recite the whole book in the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pushes panic button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh alas a sense of urgency BUT I'm not getting out of my bed, I'm not picking up any books and I'm thinking of sleeping after this. God help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the panic button needs some rewiring larh. FUCK! Someone REALLY needs to slap some sense into me! DAMMIT I HAVE LESS THAN 3 MONTHS AND I PROBABLY CAN'T EVEN TELL YOU A TOPIC FROM ANY SUBJECT WHAT MORE THE CONTENTS! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to read thick thick Law books. No they are not like you damned Peter and Jane.. Law Lords have a knack of twisting words and making things sound more intelligently retarded than they actually are.. and and Law books are thick! To make things worst, I have to read on subjects like Constitutional and Administration(I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE PARLIAMENT), Equity and Trust(*yawns*), Land Law(swt) and International Law(quite interesting actually but nevertheless BORING).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fark all of these, I'm gonna take a nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-1022629971769103496?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/1022629971769103496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=1022629971769103496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/1022629971769103496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/1022629971769103496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2007/02/panic.html' title='panic!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-7126817623780165556</id><published>2007-02-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:50:40.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My car</title><content type='html'>1. Get bumper cannards, already got diffusers&lt;br /&gt;2. Get hood lifters&lt;br /&gt;3. Eye lids&lt;br /&gt;4. GT wing/Mugen spoiler or Sti spoiler&lt;br /&gt;5. New rims? haha HMMM $$$&lt;br /&gt;6. Door visor&lt;br /&gt;7. Momo steering&lt;br /&gt;8. HKS dragger muffler&lt;br /&gt;9. SQV blowoff&lt;br /&gt;10. Mugen sideskirt/ might custom if got money&lt;br /&gt;11. Rear bumper might custom if got $$$&lt;br /&gt;12. Custom fender arches oso BUT maybe oni rear arches? HMM&lt;br /&gt;13. Touch up some parts with black paint&lt;br /&gt;14. Sparco hood pins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored la sowiez la.. might be selling my car very soon so not worth it doing some of the stuff BUT nevertheless I will probably be doing them anyway! HA HA HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-7126817623780165556?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/7126817623780165556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=7126817623780165556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/7126817623780165556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/7126817623780165556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-car.html' title='My car'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-189856685920438582</id><published>2007-02-02T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T18:25:57.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of closing this blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure though, still a 50 50 thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH let's vote on whether I should close this blog, at least my tagboard won't be so dead then I hope :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting til the 5th. I'll count the votes after the 5th of Feb. If there aren't any votes then I'll close this blog la haha. I'll count my own vote too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Friday ya'll! HAVE FUN =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Sorry Em! All the best in Aussie land!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-189856685920438582?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/189856685920438582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=189856685920438582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/189856685920438582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/189856685920438582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2007/02/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116973102051893874</id><published>2007-01-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:17:00.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first little milestone</title><content type='html'>Sook Mei baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep this short and simple cause I know things have been said and done =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it kinda sux we could only meet up awhile today since we have every reason to celebrate our love. But I was really busy and still am and you probably had classes til pretty late, nevertheless I wanna tell you what a patient and understanding human being you are for being willing to just spend a short period of time with me and allowing further celebration tomorrow. I love you larh! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I'm sorry about what happened (you know what I did) and I didn't mean it. I swear it won't happen again and I do actually mean it if not I wouldn't have told you the incident in the first place rightttttt xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least we got really in touch today and the love we have for one another shows =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you babe and I meant EVERYTHING I said and I don't just mean the stuff I said in this post lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muax Muax&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116973102051893874?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116973102051893874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116973102051893874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116973102051893874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116973102051893874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-first-little-milestone.html' title='Our first little milestone'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116921539783237650</id><published>2007-01-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:40:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/534919/droolsangelbabyhaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/74539/droolsangelbabyhaha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's an angel I swear!! =) I LOVE HERRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116921539783237650?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116921539783237650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116921539783237650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116921539783237650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116921539783237650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2007/01/baby.html' title='BABY'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116853915033338516</id><published>2007-01-12T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:12:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so here I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So here I am, up north as north of Perak can get in the lil troll town of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Selama&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Stuck in a little brickhouse far off from where I feel most comfortable. Imagine a place where male-like-chickens wil to cock-o-doo-doo their business at 6am, and the rain can go on from 11am to 1am the following day and old men in kopitiams bet on when the damned rain would stop. It’s quite the slow-paced where I am..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m typing this on Microsoft Word and hoping to publish it later on Blogger when I get the chance to get on the Internet. I’m slumped on a bed right now trying to forget the comforts I’d be enjoying if I were in the city and of my baby Nicole (always on my mind bee) =P Oh shucks. Should probably tell you guys the time and date too, cause I have a feeling when I post this up it would probably be a few days after I’m done with typing la blahh! Tuesday, January 09, 2007, 1.19pm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anywhos, I think I should first address the fact that my maternal grandpa has passed away =S He died peacefully while still asleep at 12.50am, Sunday with my grandmother by his side. Ironically, he was still talking to her at 12.30am. I was sitting down by the couch with my notebook at about 1am-ish chatting and surfing while waiting for the FA Cup tie between Arsenal and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/st1:place&gt; to kick off. That was when my mom’s hand phone start ringing la but I couldn’t really be bothered because my mom was probably dead asleep and she wouldn’t want me knocking on her bedroom door just cause she got a phone call at an ungodly hour. Then 5 minutes later my mom called me from upstairs “Ming, get ready your grandfather just passed away” o.O I was more shocked than sad and foremost worried about my mom. We packed and packed and often I stopped to look at my mom but she seemed fine, very controlled. We went to pick up my other aunts and I was given the task of e-mailing my relatives in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and US (Of course we tried calling them la). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh, sidetrack la urm.. Selama, Perak is at the border of Perak and Kedah so it’s pretty damn far if you’re thinking about &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; right now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So we got here and everyone weeped of course or most of us. Ok, lemme just pause for awhile to gather my thoughts because I don’t feel like blogging anymore. Just forget about all that I typed about how my grandpa kicked the bucket and all la..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[Pause for a couple of minutes]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ait, so I was down in Semenyih yesterday to look at burial plots for my grandpa at the Nirvana Memorial Centre or whatever you call it. Semenyih is a lot cheaper than the one in Nilai so erm Yeah. We got the twin plots cause we’d want to one day bury my maternal grandmother next to her husband. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh at Nirvana their cemeteries are like posh gardens -_- *choi choi* Grandpa will be getting a plot facing a man-made waterfall.. Feng Shui is supposedly better or something I was told/ heard (in a gepo way).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I won’t lie to you all, I’m really alright (not weeping every now and then) now cause I wasn’t very close to my grandfather but nevertheless I’m his grandson and he is my grandfather and we treated each other likewise. Grandfather or Kong Kong(that’s how I call him la), you’re going to be sorely missed and I/we wish you a good afterlife. I’m not very good with words so I’ll just leave it as it is Kong Kong. Sowiez..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anyone of you who just thought about King Kong when you read Kong Kong, Fuck you from the bottom of my heart. Haha.. It’s pronounced ‘KhOng KhOng’ alright.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Besides all that, I’ll be missing classes this whole week and that is just plain bad bad bad! To add insult to injury, I didn’t touch a page during the holidays which is screwed screwed screwed. I know you fuckers and fuckees out there are going to tell me it’s all going to be fine cause you didn’t touch a page either or something along that line but I just don’t care so FUCCCCCCK YOUUUU. Hahaha. Jussssst messsssing around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’ve not seen my darling baby for 3 and a half days and she’s back in class now. I mish you la stupid girl! Grrr.. xP&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The funeral is scheduled for Thursday at 1pm. That would mean we would have to wake up godamn early and fly back down to Semenyih. Will have to come back to Selama,(the little village not bigger than the one in LOTR where those lil dwarf fucks like Elijah Wood lived in) for other ceremonies after the funeral though I believe it will only be on Saturday. ~Sigh~ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There are a lot of things I want to say or wanted to say but I just can’t get it out of my brain and I bet you can see it from the way I’m writing stuff, no flow and all. It has been like that for a looooooooooooooooong time so yeah. I’m not going to talk about the irony of death and all. I’m not in the mood for philosophy and shit at the moment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Should I talk about the little history about this brickhouse I’m under? Should I tell abit more about my grandpapa? Or about what I miss or how people weeped and all? Yada yada -_-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Relatives from the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are here now. Relative(s) from the land US of A are on their way now. Should be here at about 4-5pm.. Ughh… I’m not going to sign off by saying love you people or stay in tuned or what not, I’m just not suppose to sound happy I guess, I’m mourning la sohemz. So that’s that la. Adios.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ps: Next post SHOULD be a happier one. No promises ya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116853915033338516?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116853915033338516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116853915033338516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116853915033338516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116853915033338516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-here-i-am.html' title='so here I am'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116775452466770840</id><published>2007-01-03T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:15:24.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>A new year! I know I'm probably a day or two late posting this shit but fuck that k? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a new year and it means I must surely have a new year resolution! .....and MY new year resolution is to work hard and play even harder(than the year before!). No, I'm not leavin out playing cuz all work n no play makes andrew a dull boy! Yes, we all heard tht before.. so what?! Fuck u la.. hhaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the lost friendships, thank you and all the best! I don't wanna hold grudges n shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the special person who entered my life: Nicole Yee Sook Mei &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/240987/CIMG1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/645034/CIMG1922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/502593/P1010248-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/130459/P1010248-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being understanding, for being patient, for believing in me, for loving me endlessly, for coming into my life, for everything babe. Words alone cannot sum up what has happened, is happening and will continue to happen to us- the coincidences and the way things just come to be. I love you and I'll cherish you forever, I promise =) Hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a great year everyone! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116775452466770840?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116775452466770840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116775452466770840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116775452466770840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116775452466770840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116699074952363312</id><published>2006-12-25T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T04:08:54.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fuckin 4am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted but really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY WOOHOO WOOOOHOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS TO SANTA N HIS FUCKIN REINDEERS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/897096/santa_and_his_reindeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/267089/santa_and_his_reindeer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116699074952363312?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116699074952363312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116699074952363312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116699074952363312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116699074952363312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116681970837397129</id><published>2006-12-23T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:35:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's coming to town!</title><content type='html'>I've got newfound respect for The All-American Rejects =D they're just awesome! ahHh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, Xmas is just round round like really round the fuckin corner yall! woot xD so be good or Santa wont be climbing down ur chimney, eatin ur cookies n milk or humping ur raindeer in the backyard =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents and most of the Ewe family will be coming to my house for Xmas, probably would be here on the eve too. Screwed.. I hope they don't hijack my room haha.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, Xmas means pressies.. Not sure what I'll be gettin, Santa probably thinks I'm too old to get shit from him so I'll get em' from generous ppl. Fuck u Santa(since he aint giving me shit).. hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I think I found peace already =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N oh, Thank you Sook Mei for the Xmas pressie =P I appreciato very mucho!! Yours is on the way I promise.. *muax* =p ps: buzz off geowin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116681970837397129?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116681970837397129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116681970837397129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116681970837397129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116681970837397129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/12/santas-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa&apos;s coming to town!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116646064809125657</id><published>2006-12-19T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:57:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do i go from here?</title><content type='html'>"We are only human"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phrase common phrase indeed. But did you know that humans, to an apparently superlative degree amongst all living things, are aware of the passage of time, can remember the past and imagine the future, and are intimately aware of their ow&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death" title="Death"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n mortality. Only human beings are known to ask themselves questions relating to the purpose of life beyond the basic need for survival, or the nature of existence beyond that which is empiricially apparent: What is the meaning of existence? Why was I born? Why am I here? Where will I go when I die? The human struggle to find answers to these questions — and the very fact that we can conceive them and ask them — is what defines the human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Yes, I did get this from somewhere. Ripped of some article..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know, we humans are capable of asking such questions and having such powerful imagination, we can travel to the end of the universe and imagine the future etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these things we can do, we feel what most creatures don't and we see things differently. Special in a sense la right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, confused. Yet this so-called advantage I have cannot help me sort things out.. Maybe too much is not good after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno what to do already.. I'm just gonna do it and not think too much I guess, I hope I don't regret it. Thanks to you know who. You just nudged me alil into this decision! Cheers to you too. You'll be fine! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116646064809125657?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116646064809125657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116646064809125657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116646064809125657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116646064809125657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title='where do i go from here?'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116634757229084732</id><published>2006-12-17T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:26:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking thieves</title><content type='html'>Yest I got back to my car at around 2am or more like today LOL, I found my Sony Xplod CD player gone and also my stupid smart taggie. Shit la! Fucking thieves mahai go burn in hell. They didn't even have the decency to leave the bottom half of my dashboard around.. Mahaiz! Fuck them man. My bloody tuner for the amplifiers oso must take. Wthz la I don't even think they took the stupid amplifier. Sohaiz man! At least they had some skill la, no breakin of windows and all. Fuck la I'd rather they break the windows then my stupid alarm will go off. Ngek2. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUck! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116634757229084732?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116634757229084732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116634757229084732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116634757229084732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116634757229084732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/12/fucking-thieves.html' title='Fucking thieves'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116603421950297567</id><published>2006-12-14T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:35:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Room Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARBOREAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's the definition of the bravest man in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who comes home drunk, covered in lipstick and smelling of perfume, and then slaps his wife on the backside and says "You're next, fatty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MACCA CRACKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A journalist asks Paul McCartney if he is likely to ever go down on one knee again after his recent marriage split. Paul responds Ï'd rather you referred to her as Heather".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEARTLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did the blind, deaf and dumb kid get for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traveller from Mexico needs some socks during his trip to London, but he speaks no English. So he finds a department store and walks up to a salesman.&lt;br /&gt;The salesman says, "May I help?"&lt;br /&gt;The traveller replies", "No hablo ingles."&lt;br /&gt;The salesman says, "Oh, okay, I'll hold up things and you tell me if that's what you want."&lt;br /&gt;He picks up a shirt. "No."&lt;br /&gt;He holds up some pants. "No."&lt;br /&gt;He holds up a tie. "No, no"&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he holds up some socks. "Eso, si que es!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if you knew how to spell it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO KIDDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why don't Ken and Barbie have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken comes in a different box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TEEING OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a golf tour in Texas, Tiger Woods drives his Buick into a petrol station. The pump attendant, who obviously knows nothing about golf, greets him in a typical Southern manner. "Howdy, partner," says the attendant, completely unaware of who the golf pro is.&lt;br /&gt;Tiger nods a quick "hello"and bends forward to pick up the nozzle.&lt;br /&gt;As he does so, two tees fall out of his shirt pocket onto the corecourt.&lt;br /&gt;"What hte hell are those?" asks the attendant.&lt;br /&gt;"They're tees,"replied Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What on God's earth do you use those for?"inquires the Texan.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, they're for resting my balls on when I'm driving,"says Tiger&lt;br /&gt;"Holy shee-attt,"says the Yank, "Buick thinks of everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLASH WITH THE CASH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(FhM Msia Nov issue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man sees a woman in the street with perfect breasts. He says to her, "Hey love, would you let me bite your boobs for RM100"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you mental?"she replies, and keeps walking.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, would you let me bite your tits for RM1,000"he asks again.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen you, I'm not that kind of woman! Got it?"&lt;br /&gt;The fella keeps trying, "Would you let me bite your breasts for RM10,000?"&lt;br /&gt;She thinks for a while and says, "Hmmm, RM10,000 eh? That's alot of cash. Okay."&lt;br /&gt;So she takes off her blouse to reveal perfect breasts. The man starts caressing them, fondling them, kissing them and licking them, but not biting them.&lt;br /&gt;The woman finally gets annoyed and asks, "Well? Are you going to bite them?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nah", he replies. "Costs too much..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Invisible Readers,&lt;br /&gt;    Just to let you guys/gals know this is a pathetic attempt at filling a post. Sowiez!! I got all of these stuff from my FHM mag lol. Merry Xmas to all ya'll! hoHoHO =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116603421950297567?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116603421950297567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116603421950297567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116603421950297567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116603421950297567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/12/bar-room-jokes.html' title='Bar Room Jokes'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116533208978321026</id><published>2006-12-05T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:46:14.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Republic of Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Democracy&lt;/span&gt; (literally &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"rule by the people", from the Greek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;demos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, "people," and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kratos&lt;/i&gt;, "rule") is a form of govt for a nation state, or for an organization in which all the citizens have an equal vote or voice in shaping policy. Today democracy is often assumed to be liberal democracy&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. What is liberal democracy? It is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; representative democracy in which the ability of the elected representatives to exercise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;decision-making power is subject to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; rule of law, and usually moderated by a constitution &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that emphasizes the protection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of the rights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and freedoms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of individuals, and which places constraints on the leaders and on the extent to which the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;will of the majority can be exercised against the rights of minorities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Alth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ough &lt;/span&gt;there are many other varieties and methods used to govern which differ from nation to nation. *Wiki-edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came across smth today. About our Malaysia. The sohai-nes of our nation! I'm no good at all this political trash la but I need to post something haha. Malaysia is just full of shit la. Wasting tax-payers money on the 'best' or 'tallest' or 'biggest' bullshit. Petronas Twin Tower for eg, do we really need to sharp pointy boobs on the KL skyline? and the KL tower is a bloody saucer on a toothpick. What's the purpose of all this shit la? Lemme just quote smth about the Petronas Twin Tower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Petronas Twin Towers was designed to sy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mbolise strength and grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; usi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ng geometric principl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;es typified in Islamic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; architecture"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just goes to show how sohai la.. look at the quote! was designed to symbolise shit la! Ppl dunt even noe where the fuck Malaysia is. Recently I went to India, a country not too far from here, a bloody educated Indian man had no clue where the fuck our country was.. Some think it's in mainland China. FUCK! We are wastin our shit tax payers shit on two pointy dicks on our skyline in hope that others nations will be able to notice or pinpoint our nation from outerspace wit the two pointy things. They must hav thought la tht NASA might see our nipples on our skyline from outerspace and go like 'Hey see those two things, that's gota be Malaysia man'. What a dumb reason(referring to the quote not the outerspace nipples) for building the twin towers la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess how much the bloody Twin Tower cost us? US 1.2 billion man, a whoopin United States of America punya dollar 1 point 2 BILLION! Holly mama sita! I mean like, imagine what the shit govt could have done better with the 1.2 billion US bucks man! That's a whole lota money, plus you have to bear in mind that it's in US mafuckin dollars.. See, I told you it's a dumb nation and what you get from condemning the fuckers running this country? You get dumped into a dark cell in Perak, mafuckin ISA will nab ur ass and later gay it while in their custody.. Where's the fuckin democracy la? Our mafuckin constitution is also racist la, no offence to the Malay ppl la, you guys didn't draft the constitution. I know it's partly the fault of those bastards carrying the Union Jack but still, fact remains we got a fuckin racist constitution offering dumbshit privileges to the Malays.... It's bloody discrimination infront of our faces, we should be throwing Tunku Abdul Rahman n his knights of the round table into the prison cells la.. Why the fuck should it be any different for them man? They fuckin discriminate oso werd mahai, we discriminate now kenot la fuck! Fuck the peace in the nation la LOL, actually we do need the ISA la, or else whole nation will be chaos but I think we need to be abit more flexi.. Look Mafuckin Najib said alota shit about us yellow ppl oso, why isn't he in a detention centre or in prison? Tht's so blatantly obv la, Mahathir must hav a thing for Najib's hot ass la. Oh man, there is so much to fuck about this nation I think I can talk trash all day LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen there is the full of shit copycat attitude la mahai. National Service! Ughh.. Man, I've heard so many bullshit stories( I dont mean to say the stories arent authentic ) about ppl gettin possessed by fucktard spirits. Man, Malaysia aint suitable for this shit la! We got too many pontianaks n shit flying around our jungles man! Too bad I never really saw anythin while I was in the boy scouts darn! Altho I had weird experiences which never really affected me la. Hard to explain la diuz! Wanna know or not? Come and ask me la, but dont start shivering in your balls when I tell you my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOly Fuck la, I dono wat the fuck to blog about la fuck. I'm just so fuckin tired la, today I've been officially announced as the Ponteng King. I hold the record for most classes skipped. Had to see the principal, Sarah Tan! LOL.. Anywhos Fuck the World la, I can't think of shit to write so here is me signing off. Hav a fuckin good day yall. N a Merry Fuck U Xmas! Cheers to all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/974540/xmas%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/354312/xmas%20tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pix la of me from not too long ago.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/209827/andut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/899293/andut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Varun is a shy guy la.. LOL&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/186764/andut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/421685/andut2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tht is a guy who looks like me la, but it isn't me I swear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116533208978321026?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116533208978321026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116533208978321026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116533208978321026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116533208978321026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/12/republic-of-malaysia.html' title='The Republic of Malaysia'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116454286836829436</id><published>2006-11-26T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:28:39.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mind it lingers</title><content type='html'>Isolated from the world outside&lt;br /&gt;lying on my bed&lt;br /&gt;I stare into the tinkerbell blue bedroom ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Starved of energy I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;While the body switches off&lt;br /&gt;the mind begins to labour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/449194/oursler-a-light-in-the-dark-th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/530950/oursler-a-light-in-the-dark-th.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evoking thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that I try to avoid when I'm out&lt;br /&gt;Out in the wretched world where I'm constantly reminded&lt;br /&gt;Morbid as it is&lt;br /&gt;Of the harsh realities I have to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/935367/11%20heliotrope%20VIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/556051/11%20heliotrope%20VIII.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/983565/02%20adjacent%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/947927/02%20adjacent%20room.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then there is you&lt;br /&gt;To balance up the shit&lt;br /&gt;The gem that enchants those close enough&lt;br /&gt;You blow my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/153040/lightselfportrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/881343/lightselfportrait.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go, you're there with me&lt;br /&gt;For in my mind you linger&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/474907/Pacific%20Coast%20Highway%20north.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/22383/Pacific%20Coast%20Highway%20north.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116454286836829436?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116454286836829436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116454286836829436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116454286836829436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116454286836829436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-mind-it-lingers.html' title='In the mind it lingers'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116429665486389551</id><published>2006-11-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:44:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super duper hyper myper mega astronomically TIRED</title><content type='html'>I think I'll just post some pix larh. Easier! Oh.. you know what's so ironic, I'm so exhausted today but I didn't attend a single fucking class. God shud punish me!! I need to learn a lesson. *looks at God* and says "Err.. Punish but can be alil lenient arh? I already feel guilty merh =p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx Nic/Class Paparazzi for the pix haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/521511/21-11-06_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/576085/21-11-06_0836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA.. me sleeping in err duno who's class. Mr Joe I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/286442/20-11-06_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/709959/20-11-06_1317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me singing wid my eyes closed.. Closing my eyes helps me reach very high notes. My friends say I'm the next Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/466098/20-11-06_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/498069/20-11-06_1316.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic is just damn weird. Fooling around and somehow ended up in this empty Lecture Theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/314204/16-11-06_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/950531/16-11-06_1624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Nic is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/863791/18-11-06_2305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/898602/18-11-06_2305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wee Hoo's bday- look at the bugger behind me hahaha rofl. He looks seriously weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/380268/18-11-06_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/70831/18-11-06_2307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA doesnt he? God forgive me for laughin at other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/207287/16-11-06_1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/750492/16-11-06_1610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha. I've never eaten kuih-muih man xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/4658/16-11-06_1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/855497/16-11-06_1609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wee Hoo reaching for a gun in his pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/630588/16-11-06_1601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/793278/16-11-06_1601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm scratchin my balls I think? haha no jk. Mahemz Nic took a pic of me merajuking gua??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/441263/16-11-06_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/960842/16-11-06_1607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA I must have taken this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/830955/16-11-06_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/66994/16-11-06_1600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wee Hoo getting an orgasm scratchin his head hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/42637/16-11-06_1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/958626/16-11-06_1603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master Wee Hoo explainin something in Dota language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/898029/16-11-06_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/756318/16-11-06_1605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I duwan to take pic wan cb Nic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/214097/16-11-06_1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/459095/16-11-06_1058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cow trying to be cute hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/502530/16-11-06_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/763389/16-11-06_1012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cow sleeping in class, AGAINNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/665666/16-11-06_1013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/446249/16-11-06_1013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/57096/16-11-06_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/3636/16-11-06_1057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stick things lidat and poke u and colour u and stuff to make sure u dont get into hot soup ok?! HAHA.. We're good friends ok cb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/630335/16-11-06_1558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/161007/16-11-06_1558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew ala mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/3736/16-11-06_0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/261506/16-11-06_0938.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Varun is and Indian hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/256626/14-11-06_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/338648/14-11-06_1443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kat is a POSERRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/177425/14-11-06_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/65344/14-11-06_1442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meowww?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/628027/15-11-06_1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/201864/15-11-06_1847.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cow you fucker, nicely drinking in class! haha No wonder Suja forever banging u in class cb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/1600/513056/15-11-06_1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4862/3023/320/639057/15-11-06_1846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't drink in class la mch haha &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. time to sleeeep! *YAWNS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116429665486389551?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116429665486389551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116429665486389551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116429665486389551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116429665486389551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/11/super-duper-hyper-myper-mega.html' title='super duper hyper myper mega astronomically TIRED'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116403846751532883</id><published>2006-11-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:12:46.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Movies and My Life</title><content type='html'>I haven't had any inspiration to write stuff so sorry to ya'll 'readers' out there! Man, this sounds corny. HAHA! I'm not telling you I've got anything interesting to write about but I just figured I should post something up quick or people are gonna think I'm dim-witted and just can't think of stuff interesting enough to post. Okey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days back, I watched the new James Bond movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino Royale. &lt;/span&gt;I know the movie got pretty damn good reviews and all but I didn't quite enjoy it. Particularly because of Daniel Craig. DUDE IS FUGLY! I know the original script writer dude said that he wanted James Bond to be tough and macho buffed up shit, not the sleek version we're accustomed to. Well, to me, WHO GIVES a SHIT what he wants and thinks?! James Bond fanatics were protesting and all man. Shouldn't their priority be to cater for the fans/audience?!! Oh well, about 50% of the movie is about gambling and Daniel Craig is like Juggernaut from X-Men in an expensive suit. There is a chasing scene and the bugger runs through a friggin wooden plank in a construction site. YES! RUNS THROUGH A WOODEN LIKE THING THAT IS LIKE A WALL OF SOME SORT LARH! haha. If I was a fuckin Contractor I would have the right name for that thing. The movie basically tries to show you how James Bond learns a couple of lessons before/after gettin his 'License to Kill/007 status'. I thought it was kinda lame and James Bond was just too rough for my liking.. About the Bond chick, Eva Green, she's got a perpetually sad look on her face but nevertheless still quite pretty! I remember her from Kingdom of Heaven---&gt; at least that is a pretty decent movie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/eva%20green%20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/eva%20green%20blog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eva Green: Perpetually sad look but still QUITE pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/casinoroyale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/casinoroyale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another movie although you're going to say I'm really late with this. THE DUKES OF HAZZARD. Yeah I know I'm a year plus late cause the damned movie came out in 05 haaha. Nevertheless, I loved the movie cause of its quirky comedy about law breaking good-do-ers &gt;.&lt; onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/jessica-simpson-nude_014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/jessica-simpson-nude_014.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/dukes%20of%20hazzard.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/dukes%20of%20hazzard.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/jessica-simpson-nude_016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/jessica-simpson-nude_016.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL &gt;.&lt; yummy =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hmmm.. About me and life? I'm blank somehow. Had quite alota say before but nvm! I'll edit this post later when I get my act together again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*soon to be edited*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116403846751532883?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116403846751532883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116403846751532883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116403846751532883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116403846751532883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-movies-and-my-life.html' title='Of Movies and My Life'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116360412502001571</id><published>2006-11-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:25:32.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;------------ no title -------------&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/business/while-malaysia-fiddles-its-opportunities-are-running-dry/2006/11/14/1163266550487.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/business/while-malaysia-fiddles-its-opportunities-are-running-dry/2006/11/14/1163266550487.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap1"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a link to an article by a white mafucker, Michael Backman who is fuckin up Malaysia. U know what?! What he says is so true but I don't like the fact that a white ass is commenting on my country.. and the language he uses! Goodness. Nvm that!! Malaysia needs to get real. Our taxpayers are paying taxes for the 'best' rubbish ie tallest building in the world larh this la that la soon to be biggest court complex in the world. Damn dumb larh! Over 100 courts and only 500 parking lots! Wthz -_-" Court staff would take up almost all the 500 parking lots and how do you expect the lawyers, their clients etc etc to park? Where the fuck are your brains la dammit! Racist constitution sumore. Stupid protection( Fark Proton ). Ugh! Go read the article and you'll get a bigger and better picture from a white man's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man Oh MAN! Everyday Counterstrike after, before and in btwn classes!! Gosh.. Guys, we're going nuts wei. Becoming no lifers d wkaka. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116360412502001571?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116360412502001571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116360412502001571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116360412502001571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116360412502001571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/11/click-here-above-is-link-to-article-by.html' title='&lt;------------ no title -------------&gt;'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116334657176806396</id><published>2006-11-12T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:09:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do during my lectures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll start off with Mr. Tan Cheng Leong, cb can sleep thru any class unless maybe its Sujata's!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm.. Wee Hoo ala mode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the middle of my manicure haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting my NAILSSSSS! with a pilot g2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1029.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping in Sujata's International Law lecture.. Gimme a break larh. 5pm still have to come for class Haiyorh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1032.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping in Consti and Admin.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas and Wee Hoo, must have been a boring class lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1034.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painting my nails I think? Ask Nicholas larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1024.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Joe during our Consti and Admin lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/07-11-06_0851.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/07-11-06_0851.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rofl! Lmaoz! Cow sleeping n smiling at the same time.. Must have some wet dreams in class larh you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/01-11-06_1520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/01-11-06_1520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okiez, this has nothing to do with lectures. Cow punde was fooling around. I didn't wanna take a pic... CB Nicholas haha! Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/08-11-06_1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/08-11-06_1212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic took this pic of a bike burning near Sunway Pyramid.. Coincidently I saw it later too! was on the way to Taylor's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/09-11-06_1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/09-11-06_1033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Joseph Lai was in the military and he flew fighter jet planes or wtv u call it! Respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to Mr. Nicholas Wung DUCK Ying! Quack Quack! Thx bro.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited* WooHOO! Final score: Arsenal 3 - 0 Liverpool. Nice ass whooping! Go Gunners GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116334657176806396?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116334657176806396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116334657176806396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116334657176806396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116334657176806396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-i-do-during-my-lectures.html' title='What I do during my lectures'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116306041858146416</id><published>2006-11-09T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:28:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo Jumbo in my head!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sitting on my bed now. Precisely 4.01pm on my laptop and I'm going to have to leave later at 4.30pm for tutorial and lecture by Mrs. Sujata Balan. Aikz! Feeling sleepy and shit ade. UghH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Some lines from songs I'm listening to now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Whenever I'm weary from the battles that rage in my head  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You make sense of madness when my sanity hangs by a thread  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I lose my way but still you seem to understand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Oceans apart, day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hear your voice, on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If I see you next to never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How can we say forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms&lt;br /&gt;There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"A window breaks, down a long, dark street&lt;br /&gt;And a siren wails in the night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost see, through the dark there is light"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've waited for your touch&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how happy you are making me&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd love anyone so much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! Yes I do have sappy songs too.. Wkaka!! Alot to say wan just now but all forgot ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit I've not prepared for tutorials haha dammit.. Gonna get screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz peeps. Take care. Namaste. Anyong. Ciao. Cai cien. Punde Suni. Bye Bye. Selamat sejahtera. Goodbye. Cibai. Namaste.. OK haha Adioz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116306041858146416?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116306041858146416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116306041858146416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116306041858146416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116306041858146416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/11/mambo-jumbo-in-my-head.html' title='Mambo Jumbo in my head!!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116273178469686827</id><published>2006-11-05T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:04:52.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Important to you?</title><content type='html'>We all have priorities in life. Don't we? Depending on what your priorities are, it's either a goal you wanna achieve, a special person or person(s), your late mum's gold necklace that you wear everyday, your house etc etc. We all have priorities, they keep us going, give us purpose. Without purpose, your fuckin life is urm haha purposeless. Ok lame. Edit: 'purposeless' to 'aimless'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to talk about weird people with weird priorities in life but I'm NOT quite in the mood so fuck that! Would be fun to talk about weird people though and the retarded things they say or/and do. Anyways, no time for them! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, been walking around aimlessly looking for someone or someone(s) to do fun shit with me. Unfortunately, some people are busy and urm some are ******. HAHA! So what happens when you put Andrew in his room with nothing to do?! He starts to think alot. Alot of rubbish. He might play the guitar which he did. He might be on the computer. Listen to music. Oh.. He will certainly sleep! Mahai.. This two days were fuckin boring man! Purposeless! MCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things sure have changed. But accusing me of this and that I cannot accept. You know deep down what all these means to me, contrary to your popular belief where I'm doubted every single time. Remember, I promised I'll always be here for you...If you don't want me hanging around I'll get lost. I honestly don't feel needed. Why else would I ask? It's really dissappointing to get hit in the head with a hammer. Just alil assurance was all I asked for. Like the assurance you always ask from me and I return you that assurance on every occasion. Have a good life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116273178469686827?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116273178469686827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116273178469686827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116273178469686827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116273178469686827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-important-to-you.html' title='What&apos;s Important to you?'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116247451922839079</id><published>2006-11-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:35:20.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to India!</title><content type='html'>Here are pix from my trip to India. A smelly, poor and very dirty country... It really sums up my time there!! Took me two days to post the pix up so I'm not gonna tell you what I did during my 8-9 days there. I visited Madras/Chennai, Delhi(New and Old), Agra, Jaipur and Kashmir. The pix are messed up and in no particular order. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/103_0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/103_0884.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some place we stopped by.. A mosque I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/103_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/103_0888.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;India's very own Sydney Opera House bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/102_2343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/102_2343.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My room in Kashmir "HouseBoat"... Yeah you guessed it, we live on a boat.. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/102_2342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/102_2342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freeeeeezing cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/102_2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/102_2341.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LIke REALLY COLD! While I was bathing, when I put the shower down to soap myself, I started to fuckin shiver like a nutcase.. IT WAS THAT COLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/102_2351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/102_2351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe this is the India Gate? Much like the one in Paris.. I'm not sure larh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/102_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/102_2349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snake charmer... O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0859.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agra FOrt/ Red Fort I think... memory failing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0858.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/102_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/102_2321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somebody took a pic of me stoning in the morning outside the "HouseBoat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0856.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red Fort again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0857.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0830.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0817.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0769.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0804.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the hotel in Agra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0810.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red Fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some shop selling stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0737.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think they call this Fatehpur Sikri.. as you can see, IT FUCKIN STINKS.. Ppl pissing here n there. Cow dang laden roads.. (agra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TAJ MAHAL (agra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... haha the smelly place in Agra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0746.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0722.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cow dang cakes they call it I think... EWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0728.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh there is this small city, where prostitution is practised openly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0730.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prostitute by the road.. Pic taken from the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0727.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prostitutes.. their fathers force them to work as sex slaves.. Terrible!! and there are beds outside the house so I figure they do it openly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0729.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another prostitute gua.. There are some children who are forced into it by their parents too! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...? Some temple I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0715.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camel?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some building by the smelly bazaar in Jaipur.. We were given 2 and a half hours to shop.. Not very enjoyable thanks to the smell and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor people living in terrible conditions.. Actually this isn't the worst I've seen. Some of them live on the streets with no money and yet they have 5-6 children. My goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The route we have to take up to the Amber Fort in Jaipur.. Smelly elephant ride up! Intoxicating and dirty elephants ARGHHH! Elephant poo everywhere and while you are riding the elephants spray some stupid yellow stuff out and it gets onto your clothes ya noe.. EWwwW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0672.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0699.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From ontop the Amber Fort.. Lord knows what that is la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0674.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the top again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber Fort, Jaipur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0663.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me clowning around.. Yeah, its kinda smelly which is why I'm wearing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0664.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 'handsome' local tour guide from Delhi. I'm not gay la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0670.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err.. The scenery from the top of Amber Fort gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0668.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber Fort, Jaipur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camels in Jaipur, not so sure but has to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0639.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayerh! Stupid sis took pic of me wid my undies showing -_-" Did i mention? My head has a messed up bunch of hair, I look like a baboon head in human clothes haha! Oh I've cut my hair since then. Dunt think its tht bushy now wkaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mum is short haha! Cant rmrbr wat this is.. Brain is messed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It says Cancerian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0638.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0617.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erotic dancer! haha jk.. Traditional dance apparently.. wasn't too impressed (Delhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boat ride in Dal Lake (Kashmir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;India Gate I think.. LOL (Delhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0621.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snake charmer (Delhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merchants crowding in the living room of the HouseBoat(explain in other pix), Kashmir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0577.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They call this "winter's wife". They light the inside up and put it to their chest to keep them warm in the winter. Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0594.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pesky merchant coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0574.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really stinks here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor kid having to repair shoes. Look at how dirty he is.. tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pit stop (Kashmir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad n Mum, up in the hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0542.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis n Dad horseriding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad... ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0497.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shops in Kashmir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mum with some other ppl from the tour groupie. They gave these kids some sweets jz outside the place we were staying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horses (Kashmir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0470.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0470.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some gay pose la.. leaning on the walls of a temple in Gulmarg gardens, Kashmir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0473.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0473.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;squating down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0475.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0475.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merchants who visit you in the HouseBoat, they are restricted to only the living room. No further! Kashmir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food served in HouseBoat. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0471.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0471.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gulmarg gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gulmarg gardens (kashmir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0465.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0462.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0468.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kashmir has some spectacular looking stuff, looks good on the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0454.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Gulmarg I think.. haha some garden a King made for his Queen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeps in Kashmir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sis and I in the Gulmarg gardens in Kashmir.. Honestly, I'm not sure if you call it Gulmarg. I think it is LOL &gt;.&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0410.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0410.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err.. I duno who took this pic but its a friggin bus in Kashmir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0396.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0396.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gardens outside "House Boat", the "hotel" I stayed in Kashmir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0399.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0399.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some fields laden with cow dang outside the HouseBoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0401.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0401.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only way to get in and out of the HouseBoat is through this field of cow dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0407.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0407.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The richer ones in Kashmir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"House Boat", our hotel in a ramshack boat LOL (kashmir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and I in our HouseBoat room! (Kashmir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside the HouseBoat is a fuckin lake... there is supposedly a floating garden in the middle of the lake.. Nth special about it to me! so I'm not bothered to post pix of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dal Lake (Kashmir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merchants stopping at the HouseBoat, they come in to the living room and offer to sell stuff to us, at any FRIGGIN TIME OF THE DAY! but there are only allowed to the living room in the HouseBoat.. no further. So if you sleep in your room, you're safe from their annoying persistence. Unless you're watchin tv in the living room! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crowded in madras, eve of deepavali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VERY crowded in madras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0352.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dirty messy smelly.. has india written all over it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0340.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;traffic in madras, just outside the govt hq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;err.. i duno wtf this is haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum and I in the St. Thomas Catheral or San Thome.. whichever one is the right spelling lol (madras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Thomas Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/000_0055_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/000_0055_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fuckin violent monkeys in Amber Fort, they run at u with their mafuckin teeth n try to scratch u! scary.. I hate monkeys (jaipur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0329.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the St. Thomas Cathedral, some women doing labour work =( pitiful(madras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_0333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vivekananda Cultural Heritage of India Exhibition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116247451922839079?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116247451922839079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116247451922839079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116247451922839079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116247451922839079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-trip-to-india.html' title='My trip to India!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116127431687340197</id><published>2006-10-20T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:11:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>Will be leaving in about 4 hours time! N I can't friggin put myself to sleep... To everyone, I'm not bringing my hp with me.. Cuz apparently the customs in Kashmir are fucked and chances are your stuff might get stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you drift apart? It's just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep! I'm tired but I can't sleep... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116127431687340197?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116127431687340197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116127431687340197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116127431687340197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116127431687340197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116118255743290527</id><published>2006-10-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:19:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lmao</title><content type='html'>This is going to be ONE post for ONE particular person.. If you're reading it, GOOD!.. I'm gona let it all out here just for YOU =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, yeah.. I only fuckin' talked about you here in my fuckin blog because you fuckin' talked about me. Where the fuck you got the idea that I like you? Furthermore, you had the decency to tell your friends that I like you. HAHAHA What a joke. Wait, now I'm wondering where you got the idea.. Did I tell you I had a thing for you? I don't recall. Maybe you were dreaming? Nonsensical. Please watch what you tell people btw, secrets hardly remain secrets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks for the concern. But I'm really doing fine! I'm not sad to the point where I need to 'avoid' the person or have the person 'avoid' me. What on earth were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, we don't bitch. You know what I mean by WE.. Lord, I put the crap up in my blog BECAUSE I KNOW YOU READ MY GODAMN BLOG. You think I'll hide one corner and not let you know how disgusted I am?! C'mon. Who you think you're dealing with? A nerdy geeky fucker non-socialite who has no guts to voice his feelings?.. In addition to that, it only shows that what people told me about you telling trash is true. I mean, who else would be affected by my post then? I don't put names, I only lay down facts. Yes FACTS. Cause they're true and it's proven by the very fact that my post got to you. People who did not say the things I mentioned my post won't understand a shit.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has nothing to do with being a man. I'm more MAN than 90% of the guys you know out there THANK YOU =) C'mon, I'm Andrew. Which girl would think I'm a wuss? You MUST be outa your mind Miss. If you have a problem, please come up to me.. I'll gladly explain to you everything. Maybe shed some light on your 'perasanness'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why you have so many people stabbing you in the back? or... why some people don't like you? GO figure. Really..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116118255743290527?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116118255743290527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116118255743290527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116118255743290527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116118255743290527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/10/lmao.html' title='lmao'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116091600206928750</id><published>2006-10-15T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:33:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a fast living hard riding ROCK GOD!</title><content type='html'>The following pictures show you the making of a Rock Legend...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/12-10-06_1535.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/12-10-06_1535.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/12-10-06_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/12-10-06_1241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/13_10_06_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/13_10_06_1339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA! Convinced? You typical 'everyday' rocker? Of course not. Not even a tad bit close!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha... So not true! C'mon! I'm not on drugs, I don't feel like committing suicide, I'm not very good with the guitar, I don't know how to play the drums, I can't sing to save my life, I don't have loads of chicks surrounding me, I don't fuck around, I don't look like a rocker, I don't even have a tattoo(in time I will), I took out my piercings and NO my parents didn't abuse me when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much to blog about. Or anything to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is quite the boring at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the lil bitch fest going on around me as usual, chic fishing and friend-orientated fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone make me a Santana or a Jimi Hendrix.. Cmon! My hands aren't gonna take me far with this guitar! I wanna lead a rocker's lifestyle! Except that I don't wanna die at the age of 28 from overdosed cocaine and shit. LOL... Oh, minus the depression and all that too! But the money, rockstar glam, guitar jamming and chics are welcome! hahahaha.. I'm living in a dream! *slaps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, *edited* World Trade Center is a good movie. Really! If you're the type who appreciates good movies, I recommend WTC. It's based on survivor's accounts and supposedly they wanted the movie to be the most historically accurate EVERR! It really tells alot and I swear I heard ppl crying. LOL.. Nah, I'm just exaggerating! Even Nicole didn't cry. Did you? haha! *points finger* All in all, a GOOD movie. Nicholas Cage is a good actor. *points at video on top left hand corner of the blog* That's the theme song for City of Angels and the leading actors are Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan. That's a nice movie too.. Esp if you're a girl. Man, Nicholas Cage rocks la. He should go on stage and rock out til the other half of his head goes bald =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddles.. oh I meant, ROCK ON. haha.. Have a good day ya'll! Shit, I have classes tomorrow. Ughhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116091600206928750?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116091600206928750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116091600206928750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116091600206928750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116091600206928750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-fast-living-hard-riding-rock-god.html' title='I&apos;m a fast living hard riding ROCK GOD!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-116047706054109134</id><published>2006-10-10T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T22:46:52.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing better to do</title><content type='html'>Today is some public holiday for Selangorians la so got to wake up late! HAHA!! YESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to OU today cuz Mum &amp; Sis wanted to go shopping -_-" Technically I was driver lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a pair of pants just for the trip to mafuckin India in slightly more than a week's time. I'm gonna suffer there man. Die DiE DIEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, OU today got quite alota chics wei. HMM! Wash eyes wash eyes. LOL.. Eye flirted with a few people's gfs Muahahaha! I'm bad I'm bad. But what to do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Perasan Alert!*&lt;/span&gt; I was born ******** God spent alil more time sculpturing my ***** and maybe that's why so many g**ls look at ME haha man I'm a F**ker haha F***.. OKOK, just playing around! Don't come knockin on my door with a baseball bat. WKaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I met Chin Wuu and his cousin who went to watch a movie 'Miami Vice' at GSC. I then decided to watch the movie myself too, alone!.. Sad case wei lol. GSC was SO happening and had a fuckin long queue so I walked to TGV to get the ticket instead. So few ppl there in TGV, bloody hantu cinema LOL.. Didn't manage to watch the movie till the end though, Mum &amp;amp; Sis wanted to head home already. Had to walk out of the movie.. =( OH well, wasn't tht interesting of a movie anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is gonna be different. Not sure if I'm gonna like it, but I don't think I will.. HEHE, alil pessimistic but I can sense the shit hole its gonna be throughout the year. Anyways, I should find my place in this stupid class le, someone is having fun on the other side of the planet.. lol =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the wayyyy, some people are ACTUALLY perasan like hell ok.. The lil theathrical perasanness shit I put you readers up to at the beginnin of the post wasn't genuine la BUT SOME people.. My Gawd! I feel like slapping them. I layan them abit only go around telling that I LIKE THEM.. Oh KAY! You know how hard is it for me to LIKE someone..?? *Pooi* If you like me, just say it larh, don't fuckin go around tellin people that I LIKE YOU MAHAI.. Fuckin kindergarten or wut?! I hate rumours, esp when they're about me. Luckily this one isn't the worst that I've encountered. I hate perasan bitches =) Thank You and Have a Nice Fuckin Non-Perasan Day! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tested into including this into my blog&lt;br /&gt;" I miss Steph ALOT ALOT ALOT " haha.. See, you expect the same of me. Now I expect the same of you! Grr.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-116047706054109134?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/116047706054109134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=116047706054109134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116047706054109134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/116047706054109134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-better-to-do.html' title='Nothing better to do'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115996022726947112</id><published>2006-10-04T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:10:27.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bum Dee BUM Dee Dee DEE DEEE DUM lulu..</title><content type='html'>Whokay! People are saying things about me that are kinda controversial now. Honestly, I'm not too happy about it. Why is it they say such things? I can't tell for sure. Out of jealousy or just out of goodwill? I have no idea. In fact, it would be unfair for me to start pointing fingers and blaming people.. Maybe, just maybe they were being considerate towards ME! =P Although, I will have to stress that I absolutely didn't like what was being said. HECK NO! To those who know what this shit is about. Yeah! I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, why you people keep asking if I have a thing for someone? I don't LIKE that someone, BUT not in a bad way.. Actually, I don't LIKE that someone in a very good way. You know what?! It's actually down right BETTER that I don't like that someone anymore. I will justify that in a year's time! xP Lmaoz.. Confused? Great! That was my objective woot. Anywhos, for all you curious buggers out there. I do care about this someone very much! I'll guard that someone with my life if I have to, YES! I hear the 'AwWwwwS' already. But it's true, that someone is very important to me and that someone changed me as a person to the extent where that someone's well being is extremely important to me... So FUCK you people who think senget. HAHA just kidding xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115996022726947112?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115996022726947112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115996022726947112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115996022726947112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115996022726947112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/10/bum-dee-bum-dee-dee-dee-deee-dum-lulu.html' title='Bum Dee BUM Dee Dee DEE DEEE DUM lulu..'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115980915324428648</id><published>2006-10-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:28:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness...</title><content type='html'>I woke up after a sleepless night..&lt;br /&gt;Got myself out of bed and the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;they started flooding in&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my heart apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the office&lt;br /&gt;I got a faint silhouette of your face&lt;br /&gt;Follows with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;and Yes, I miss you too&lt;br /&gt;So much more than you can imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to work round the day&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't think of you&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't miss you&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and I start to descend into my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to leave my room&lt;br /&gt;Meet my buds&lt;br /&gt;Still I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're up to&lt;br /&gt;How you're doing&lt;br /&gt;and whether you're coping fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home and you leave me a message&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too&lt;br /&gt;So much that it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I'm really empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact we're worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was there to wipe them tears&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, be strong&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine.. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115980915324428648?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115980915324428648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115980915324428648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115980915324428648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115980915324428648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/10/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness...'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115970062368281859</id><published>2006-10-01T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:41:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need therapy!</title><content type='html'>Fuckin need to take my mind of this mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gimme a call.. Make me laff make me dance make me sing make me jump make me run make me shout make me forget!! Cmon CMon! Watcya waiting for? My num is.. U know la! Call me out! FUCKERS! CALL ME! FUCK U CALL ME NOW! YES U, FUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty =( I need a buddie to talk to now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be busy. Haihs... This is warghhh! tormenting my butt wei. OK, shall keep myself busy! ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115970062368281859?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115970062368281859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115970062368281859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115970062368281859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115970062368281859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-therapy.html' title='I need therapy!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115963567411148195</id><published>2006-10-01T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:49:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's missing..</title><content type='html'>This is again. Directly meant for Steph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home like 10 minutes ago and the first thing I saw when I got into my room was a message on MSN. Steph left me a message telling me to read her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. My part was short. But it doesn't matter how short or long it was. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fuckin' emo now. Fuckin fuckin emo and I'm having second thoughts about seeing you off tomorrow. But I've got no choice since Alicia is depending on me for transportation.. I know by the time you read this you'll probably have settled down in Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is this past one week has been horrid for me. All I could think for most of the time was you leavin and not being around anymore! and and and how you'll cope in Reading. I've missed your stupid ass like shit these few weeks and I can't imagine you gone for so long. Hahaha! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purposely made myself busy every freakin nite just so I won't be around in my house. Afraid to see ur name online and start all the bullshit in my head again.. So yeah, I PURPOSELY made myself busy everyday just so I won't have to think about all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I just duno what to say. Even til now I don't.. Wah, fuckin emo man.. HAhaha -_-" the card doesn't even say half the stuff that is in my head. So much that I wanna tell you but I just duno how to put it or I just fuckin forget to pen it down in the card. Oh well. Nvm.. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about all this, I'm guessin it's probably just a phase. Honestly, everything will be fine in about a day or so, I hope. You'll do just fine in Reading and this stupid song playing on my fuckin laptop isn't helpin my mood now. Ok, control macho! haha. Shit this is bad.. I can't even remember the last time I cried. So dont cry in the airport arh u dumbasses! I swear I'll kick all of those who cry wan. HAha Fuck! Fuck u Jem.. Stupid song is killin me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steph for everythin you are to me and everythin that you've done to/for me. I appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115963567411148195?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115963567411148195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115963567411148195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115963567411148195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115963567411148195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/10/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s missing..'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115959487009867426</id><published>2006-09-30T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:41:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buh Bye</title><content type='html'>:'( Less than a day left now.. n the girls will be off! ~SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest I dropped DrewBoy(lil panda) off at Steph's hse and she was packing(understood). But I got cut short when tryin to explain the card! O.o Was tellin' tht I wrote a card but 30 mins prior I thought the contents of the card was stupid so I discarded it. She cut me short somewhere along there and I doubt she even heard a word I said.. Pretty insulting. Oh well, I met up with my frens and texted her to BANG her la hahaha! N she told me tht she didnt see a card inside together with the gift -_-" DuH! There isn't one. N I told her in the text(the one which I banged her wan) tht if I am in the mood I'll write her another card and pass it to her either on Saturday(today) or in the airport. N she could reply to tell me tht she didnt see a card inside haahaha.. My goodness! She ignored me on both occasions when I tried to explain ie. at her hse and the text. LOL I'm going to put that down to the stress and emotional packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit la. Nowadays I just duno wtf to say. I mean like these buggers are leaving and I have hardly anythin decent to say LOL. I already feel like ending this post BUT I'll try alil harder.. *looks up to sky for Ilham*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Fuck it la. I just can't think of anything to write. Mebbe the emo shit is getting to me or I'm just suffering from some lack of creativity at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115959487009867426?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115959487009867426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115959487009867426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115959487009867426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115959487009867426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/buh-bye.html' title='Buh Bye'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115950024956866766</id><published>2006-09-29T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:40:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving!! On a Jet Plane!</title><content type='html'>~~ Cuz they're leaving. On a Jet Plane... ~~&lt;br /&gt;~~ We know when they'll be back again! ~~&lt;br /&gt;Leeeaaavvingggggg~~ OnnnN a Jeet PllLanne ~~... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/untitled.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank u Microsoft Paint! U're so fun to play with! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. On my count me let out one &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~~ SIGhHHhHHhhh ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Li Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Krystal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be Reading bound. Take care of yourselves kayz? We'll meet again in Year 3! haha... I still duno what to say cuz maybe I'm not sure what to feel! haha haihs.. So I'll just leave you all to your imagination as to what I should be saying larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ space to imagine ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Ok... ENuff! &lt;em&gt;AdeYos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115950024956866766?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115950024956866766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115950024956866766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115950024956866766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115950024956866766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving!! On a Jet Plane!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115925638690390732</id><published>2006-09-26T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:17:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF, It's Panda time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/untitled.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling WTF right now... (Thank u Microsoft Paint for making this possible haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw right. Steph, don't be angry at me ade larh.. Haiyorh!! U told me about the dinner when I was driving home marh right and I said 'Ok, shud be able to make it'. Then I reached home and showered and when I got back to my computer, Voila! I'm in a chatroom with Cow, HY, Sam and U.. Later, u all mentioned 7 then 7.30pm BUT that's just too early for me. I'll only be back by earliest 8.30pm today and by the time I get ready and leave it'll probably be 9 something. PLUS I'm already forgoing the time I need to get there... So I said I can't make it lerh. Don't be mad at me kay? Understand my situation la.. I know ure stressed sial this week and u might bite my head off, but I can't do much right? After all I know pandas are cute, sweet, tasty and nice to bite and shit. But bear in mind I'm a rare breed of Kura-Kura Pandas not like Fan Fan the Chinese Panda. haha ok this is DUMB but Steph might be able to relate to it &gt;.&lt;. ANyWhoz, If I could go and YOU were there I'll do my best to make it even if its to cya for like awhile. You know that is down right true rite? HAHA.. After all you're the girl that Andrew "cares alot alot alot about". SUmOrE, we've been on the rocks this past one week or so and this is the BY FAR THE WORST time to be pissed at me OR vice versa OR whatever la SINCE u're leaving to UK! Anyways, U hav Cow to bully u and take pix with AND... hahaha u know the rest that I told u larh etc etc! xP HAVE FUN KAYS? U won't notice that I'm not around wan! SWEAR! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pinky panda paw promise not to be mad at one another anymore k?*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115925638690390732?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115925638690390732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115925638690390732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115925638690390732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115925638690390732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/wtf-its-panda-time.html' title='WTF, It&apos;s Panda time!!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115914670492861852</id><published>2006-09-25T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:15:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP BOY WAKE UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need Coffeeee... Ughh! In the office now. Only slept about 3 hours. Feel like I'm going to die so I figured I might as well blog to try to stay awake. Damn, how many more hours to go... So dead! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I don't feel like blogging cause my head is messed up and I can barely structure sentences at the moment. Furthermore, I duno what to say for all the things I feel right now!! So yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my friends who didn't make the cut to 2nd year. Gawd, I didn't think I'd feel so sad. I really am! Those who've left the program and those who failed paper(s). All the best in whatever you guys do! Might never see some of you again esp those living abroad like Sushan. Wish u guys could appeal and stay on with us in 2nd year! =( Next year is gona so weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those leaving for UK. I honestly duno what to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friends who've I've not met in ages.. I LAGI duno what to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Naveen Anthony Gomez. Hang in there, Oh, btw I called my frens from NBA to watch u 2mrw!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115914670492861852?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115914670492861852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115914670492861852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115914670492861852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115914670492861852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-up-boy-wake-up.html' title='WAKE UP BOY WAKE UP!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115874094515102896</id><published>2006-09-20T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:26:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Stephaine Tee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Picture%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Picture%205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first thing I'm supposed to do for Steph before she leaves. I figured I should dedicate a whole post to her. I'm quite clueless as to what write but hey! I'll do my best =P Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, I'd say is a pretty misunderstood creature. Alot would get the first impression or even a lasting one that she is intimidating and bitchy. Guess what? Good news she isn't. But bad news, she CAN be. Funny thing is I never thought that she was intimidating lerh! Wats up wid u guys out there la?? haha must be pussies. Unless she thought I was a nice person and she didn't wanna intimidate me OR she tried to but I wasn't intimidated! xP hahaha.. Truth be told, she's has a really kind heart and she's sympathetic and all. She'll probably put 100% trust in a person and just minus from there. A good friend to have! and she's lots of fun too... Go ask her friends and they'll tell you. From the very first day we actually talked I knew she was a good girl at heart, was it at Mee Yoke before class? haha yeah I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also an attractive girl. Cheh cheh hahaha! This is what I've been observing la. She has a frequent stalker who'll wait inside his Honda Accord everytime before college. Once, a white mat salleh in a Waja stopped, wind down his window and said she's pretty. This weirdo from Sunway called Brian or smth msged her on Friendster and tried to get her number or smth. Guys in her residential park stopped her and approached her. My fren yesterday told me she is hot. She has alot of guys going after her!! When she walks, I see alota guys staring at her! and I see alota old mat salleh men staring and checkin her out! Goodness.. She must be HAWT! but I honestly didn't notice it lerh. She is forever complaining that she is Fat.. AHAAHAha.. No no, Steph, I think I finally agree with Nic. LOL. I've heard everything from cute to pretty and to hot. Which one do u use to define her now?? Nah, honestly it doesn't matter to me! Fact is she's a great person and there is more to that of her appearance.. I swear! There, isn't she pretty? I think so =) and NO u're NOT fat.. Take care in UK k? Later some hamsap fellas try to hamsap u I can't do anything wan arh, I'm all the way in Msia! (btw, she's the one on the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/17-04-06_1120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/17-04-06_1120.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Furtheremore, she keeps a smile on my face. Thanks for the frame and your sweetness.. and Sorry for all the times we quarrelled =( But, I think its constructive that we quarrelled and later compromised. Guess I'm saying that its after all good that we quarrel and shit! I mean then we'll get to know what ticks one another off right? =) Looking forward to more quarrelling with you Steph! HAHA just kidding xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't think I should write too much about Steph cause probably some hamsap buggers out there might use the info and lord knows what they'll do. LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Steph has changed my life in more than one way. She has changed my mindset eventhough I hardly believe she even noticed. Say for eg: Being open to more types of girls and not looking for a stereotype AND lots lots more! I'll always be on the look out for her and be there for this dumb girl. I know you hardly believe larh but you see larh! Soon you'll believe I don't talk trash all the time haaha. If any matsalleh, stupid BLACKmen, hamsap honda accord stalkers and Brians from Sunway touch her, I'll break their neck! I'm gonna miss you so MUCH STEPH! Have Fun there and take care orite? Don't worry, I won't forget you wan larh! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down, two more to go! haha.. Steph, if you don't like this.. It's perfectly refundable but only one day after posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115874094515102896?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115874094515102896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115874094515102896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115874094515102896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115874094515102896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/dearest-stephaine-tee.html' title='Dearest Stephaine Tee'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115868688597831513</id><published>2006-09-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:28:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big 'IF'</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm gonna start off by saying.. I'm damn emo now. Ok, very emo to be precise.. One of the reasons would be cuz my fren.. wait, very good good fren/brother from another mother told me his heartbreakin story. Yeah, you'll have to know him that well to feel it. I was so moved and I wished I had my usual words to say to help him. Macha, I feel you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I have my other reasons for being emo. (reserved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, extra worried. Nadia was deemed to not hav sat and I bet my absences were more than hers. N yeah, cow got 48 for Contract( sorry Cow for puttin ur name up ).. tht means I'm screwd!! God, pls... There is so much I want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115868688597831513?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115868688597831513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115868688597831513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115868688597831513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115868688597831513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-if.html' title='the big &apos;IF&apos;'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115858098260440196</id><published>2006-09-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:03:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the Reading Admin!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up today and the plan was to go with Steph, Cow and probably even HY to collect the results at 11. Honestly, I couldn't sleep for shyt. Kept getting up and forcing myself back to sleep and the last straw was at 9am. I fucked the 'plan' and got up, changed and left w/o breakfast and guess what.. On my way, Varun calls me up and tells me that the fuckin thing won't be released today eventho they already have it with them. WHY? Because Reading Uni have NOT posted it online and we'll hav to wait for them to do so.. which is tomorrow, at midnite! Shit, I can't even log in which I think means I'll have to go to the office again on Wednesday. Probably just give them a call. Fuck! Lemme get it over with.. =( Hate those stupid Reading idiots, Go Die!! DIee! lol.. Cheers all~ All the best too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115858098260440196?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115858098260440196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115858098260440196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115858098260440196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115858098260440196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/fuck-reading-admin.html' title='Fuck the Reading Admin!!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115842052797898689</id><published>2006-09-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:51:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollow Inside</title><content type='html'>So... I have been dwelling in my mind. Looking through stuff from the A-Z list in my brain. Plenty to think about. Things to consider and evaluate. My future to determine. So many things to mafuckin' think of and SO MUCH time to think about them. But not really the case now, results should be out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all honesty, I know the outcome already. So when you're anticipating something to happen, it takes the kick out of it. Which means I don't really feel tensed or nervous and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to fail. I don't want to leave. I don't wanna leave things behind. I don't wanna fuckin move on, to something else. Fark this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I've been putting alot of thought into brought me to think of the results. So I decided to check the Reading mail. There I found a mail which said tht our results for our Part 1 was out. 'Fuck' I thought. So I proceeded to retrieve my results. Guess what? I screwed up the password lol. But then I went back to check the date of the e-mail and found out tht it was sent on the 28th of June. HECK! thts for the First Cohort... So I had to prolong my agony, waiting for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the results do come out, and my worst fears are confirmed. I'll have alot to do, alot to say. Fuck lerh! Sohai thing.. I don't know what to think right now. Feel like a shit crap mafucker thinkin' bout all these fucktard shit. Fuck our ability to think, evaluate and act. Causing me problems now. Peace out. Til then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115842052797898689?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115842052797898689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115842052797898689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115842052797898689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115842052797898689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/hollow-inside.html' title='Hollow Inside'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115838182864123189</id><published>2006-09-16T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T12:43:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILHBSDK</title><content type='html'>Everything seems like it's coming to a closure&lt;br /&gt;and what I hoped for seems lost&lt;br /&gt;Impossibilty measured by eons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean I'm going to give any less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the visions around you,&lt;br /&gt;Bring tears to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all that surround you,&lt;br /&gt;Are secrets and lies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be your strength,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you hope,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your faith when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;The one you should call,&lt;br /&gt;Was standing here all along"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...plagiarised :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115838182864123189?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115838182864123189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115838182864123189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115838182864123189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115838182864123189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/ilhbsdk.html' title='ILHBSDK'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115828986423423728</id><published>2006-09-15T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:54:26.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Fuckin stressed and extremely annoyed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just gave me my first REAL task. All this while he wrote the draft for documents out for me and I just typed them. But today, he gave me some invoices and letters and shit and told me to draft a document on my own. FUCK! I just stoned infront of him with that 'Are u kiddin me' look. So I think it took me an hour to draft like a 3 page thing cuz the rest of it is already fixed except that u hav to change the particulars of the parties involved. Goodness! I had to ask run into my dad's office and ask him thousands of questions. Just fuckin finished it and dad said its alright and told me to print the entire draft. Which is going on right now. I just finished printing the thing and I'm going to give it to my dad for another damn round of check n re-checkin n re-checkin until he is satisfied wid the draft to print a final copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, my mood isn't helped with some stupid incident which thoroughly left me annoyed.. wtf, all I friggin said was 'potong steam' and 'if you're busy then I wont disturb ya'. N wat do I get?Mind u this is not the first time n it went smth like "If you are pissed then don't talk to me". Wtf was that?? You know what? Fine. If you wanna be like that, I can't do much anyway. I honestly dont see where the hell I went wrong. 20 days or not, if this happens again, would it still matter? Have fun at your party tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only consolation to all these bullshit is the hope tht my friend manages to arrange the intended drinking session tonite. I need some mental remedy from all this fucktard rubbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115828986423423728?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115828986423423728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115828986423423728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115828986423423728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115828986423423728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115823051204613384</id><published>2006-09-14T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:33:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin Ughh</title><content type='html'>I am fuckin exhausted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fuckin stressed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fuckin bored every once in awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in fuckin pain.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mafuckin afterall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only Andrew, a Fuckin Human Being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=Fuck U very Much=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115823051204613384?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115823051204613384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115823051204613384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115823051204613384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115823051204613384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/fuckin-ughh.html' title='Fuckin Ughh'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115815892014012459</id><published>2006-09-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:48:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a career man</title><content type='html'>See, day one.. work, day two also work.. HMM day three? work!! Next thing I know I'll be married and have kids! ahhaha.. Okey, maybe not so in the near future. I've been workin' in my dad's office for the past three days now, nothing much just that 'someone' requested/told/duressed me into posting another err post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;. I wore ALL black. Kinda 'sui' la right? But who cares? Combed my fucked hair like a retard only.. hahaha! So my agenda on the first day was to do some research for my dad. It was a case on unlawful dismissal and it was hell of a fun doing research(with dad's guidance though). Stupid thing was my dad already knew about the principles of law but he just wanted me to sharpen my research skills. Research was initially fuckin scary la. Cuz having to go through a library of books is fucked but dad narrowed down the research for me- 1997 onwards. So I had to look at books from then onwards lorh. There was this principle laid down in 1997 and I had to check the law reports to see if the principle still stands as of today. MAN it was fun, I had to read the 'statement of case'  sent by the Plaintiff's solicitors. Oh, statement of case is much like statement of claim but just that its termed differently in an industrial court. So it was damn fuckin fun finding principles to counter and then later draft as the 'statement of reply'. Honestly, dad knew everything that I had found so I didn't do much, kinda syok sendiri la. BUT I did find one principle which my dad didn't consider. Some case la and he said 'Very Good' and tht just made my day la. FUYOH! haha.. After that I went for some meetings with some clients of my dad's. Laffed at some funny people eg: A guy trying to 'kao' a girl in the lift(couldn't help laffing) and this guy who came over to the office and doesn't stop flinching and shit. Chinamen contractors are dumb la!! Some don't hav contracts, some don't keep track of their business, no invoices and receipts and what not. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pix from Day 1 at work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't laff at my pix arh! I will chop ur head off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/11-09-06_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/11-09-06_1923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/11-09-06_1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/11-09-06_1315.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Urm, I went to the Petaling Land Office.. Saw how wills are carried out. U know, lawyers earn dirty money. They get the work, they don't do anything except read what happened and what not, their clerks draft the relevant documents and the lawyer goes to the place where the thing is done and they get money in the bank(Non-case matter just some legal procedural work for clients). It's stupid that clients pay so much for the service of a lawyer but then again, I won't complain hahahahaha... Then after that, went for a zillion and one meetings. Oh, there was this case(dad told me not to reveal names) where the bank wanted to sell shares to these ppl and they were given a specified time to purchase them. Keep in mind these assholes were buying a few 100 million worth of shares k. They bought the shares after the time lapse or smth like that and sold it to this other person. U know what, this case is super complicated and I wouldn't wana elaborate cuz the guy who bought the shares after that also is a crook and shit. FUck it LArh! Damn long story and winding and twisting la. So this mafuckin case has been going on for like 6-7 years and my dad's client came into the scene like 4 yrs ago. My dad's client is intervening into the case btwn the two parties. Man, its harder to explain than I thought. LOL. Yeah, it was a long day with ALOT of meetings.&lt;br /&gt;Pix from Day 2. Most of this pix were taken after I got home from work except for the one with the suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/12-09-06_2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/12-09-06_2042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/12-09-06_2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/12-09-06_2041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/12-09-06_2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/12-09-06_2043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/12-09-06_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/12-09-06_0716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            The suit was cause I was going to the Land Office to sort out things 4 some clients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3.&lt;/span&gt; Lemme see, what did I do today? Oh man, today was a bloody tiring and hectic and mafuckin busy day. Someone was on the other hand making new frens with hot guys with British accents hahahahahahahahaa.. and yeah, I'm pretty damn sure when he asked you that question he was inquiring availability ade. HAHAHA. So I went for this meeting about this dispute la. So here's what I gathered from reading the documents prior to the meeting. A developer was given work from the State and the developers hired Contractors A to do the work. Contractors B were sub-contractors and these contractors were hired with permission from the Land Office. Then Contractors A couldn't finish the work and Contractors B were owed money by them. Contractors B who my dad was acting for took action to wind up the company. Here, winding up a co is like pronouncing a company dead la. So the Contractors A had to pay the sum owing to Contractors B in 21 days(all pre-fixed one) or they will be insolvent and then wound up by the courts. Trick is, the parties taking action to wind up a company do not actually want to wind up the company but they actually want the company to pay them. By paying them they show that they're company have money and are solvent, thus they do not need to be wound up. So... mafuckin long story like hell.. U ask me larh! HAHAHA.. Explain oso damn fuckin long ade. The meeting was fuckin fiery like hell with ppl shouting and fuck. It was awesome! LOL.. Had a few other meetings and drafted a few million documents. DAMN!! Someone on the other hand went for a party and then for dinner in KLCC. Did not reply some of my msgs but I can understand why la.. HOT guys arh? HAHAHAHA excusable excusable.. =P&lt;br /&gt;Here is one pic i took courtesy of the blog la. Wait, its two pix I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/13-09-06_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/13-09-06_0732.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/13-09-06_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/13-09-06_2123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I' gettin sleepy. Someone better call me before I fall asleep! xP Nitezzz yall. Going to court to file a few things tomorrow.. OMFg dead tired man. No wonder pandas are on the brink of extinction la! Didnt I tell you? Pandas are growin smaller in number cause they die of exhaustion. Shittsss am I fuckin next?? ok, tht was just so fuckin lame I feel like hittin myself wid a hammer. HAHAHA NITEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115815892014012459?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115815892014012459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115815892014012459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115815892014012459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115815892014012459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-career-man.html' title='I&apos;m a career man'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115770732936198466</id><published>2006-09-08T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:31:47.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni of Reading hopefuls</title><content type='html'>Ok. This is my second time retypin this... Blogger sux!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a rather dull year I'd say( I admit but not entirely because the people are boring la ).. Nothing much happened, I believe, cuz of the small groupie of students in my class.. Furthermore, I know so few people outside of this class HAha! It's so different from skewl in terms of making friendsss.. I shud hav signed up for some societies and shit! Anywhoz, Finals is over and we're all liberated but the downside is we only have 2 weeks to put to good use. Yeah, I meant 2 weeks before our results. So come our results, some of us will not be seeing each other for a year or forever(worst case scenario which I wud not wanna elaborate on). Make exceptions to people like Em who've quit the programme in search of something else? haha.. Yeah, so I had plenty of time to reflect and think.. so I've been thinking alot! What else you wanna noe bitch!?!! haha jkjk. Just thought of puttin up pix to remind us of the year we spent together! Cheers to all of You. I'm missin' ur Asses and err.. Nipple pinching and flickin already!! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/13-06-06_1147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/13-06-06_1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/13-06-06_1148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/08-06-06_0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/08-06-06_0852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/08-06-06_1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/08-06-06_1343.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/08-06-06_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/08-06-06_1810.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Pork%20fat%20%3DS.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Pork%20fat%20%3DS.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/04-05-06_1102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/04-05-06_1102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/01-09-06_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/01-09-06_1704.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Setph%27s%20Man%20Servant.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Setph%27s%20Man%20Servant.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I noticed that they're quite alota pix of Cow... It's not tht I hav a thing for Cow, I got most of the pix from Nic.. so If anythin I'm pointing it at Nic haha.. They're alota pix out there tht I dunt hav and I'd lurve to post em' up! So pass them to me and I'll post them! Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Steph%20%26%20I.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115770732936198466?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115770732936198466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115770732936198466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115770732936198466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115770732936198466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/uni-of-reading-hopefuls_08.html' title='Uni of Reading hopefuls'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115736630426840910</id><published>2006-09-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:38:24.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know until..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just fail to see what's infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did just that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  feeling  it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that feeling that I'm gonna lose something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I might never see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing grasp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to All the Liberated Reading Students of Cohort 2( Year 1 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Best to those leaving abroad and what not! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115736630426840910?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115736630426840910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115736630426840910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115736630426840910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115736630426840910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-dont-know-until.html' title='You don&apos;t know until..'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115719631110220918</id><published>2006-09-02T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:16:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's inside of me</title><content type='html'>There's something inside. Deep down inside.. I don't know how it got there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came, resided deep in within and has never left since. It woke me up in the mornings, spurred me on and showered me with words of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed me meaning. Meaning beyond my old shallow thoughts. Meaning beyond men's understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever things seem to go awry. I seek deep, deep, deep within myself and all my worries evanesce like magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, I just have to dig a little harder inside and I'll find you, I'll never feel lonely again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want it to leave, so I'll keep searching.. I don't have to go far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/02-09-06_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/02-09-06_1923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's inside of me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115719631110220918?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115719631110220918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115719631110220918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115719631110220918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115719631110220918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-inside-of-me.html' title='It&apos;s inside of me'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115718577677646103</id><published>2006-09-02T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:29:36.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK IT! I HATE STUDYING</title><content type='html'>I duwana sTudYYyyy anYMore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FuckkKK General Principles of LAWwwWWwWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHo's Withd Me... Say AYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! AYEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't HEAR YOUuuUUU!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AYEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115718577677646103?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115718577677646103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115718577677646103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115718577677646103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115718577677646103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/09/fuck-it-i-hate-studying.html' title='FUCK IT! I HATE STUDYING'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115626095970963712</id><published>2006-08-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:36:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R v Ghost</title><content type='html'>Yo its Hungry Ghost Festival !! N I'd like to say 'FUCK YOU!' to all the evil ghosts.. and 'RIP' &amp; 'HOPE ALL'S WELL' to those goodie spirits. Cheers! I know this is rather overdue but the reason I'm posting this is cuz there have been a few err.. stuff tht happened throughout this fest la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is gona be real short cuz I wanna get back to revision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the article on Star about this Malaysian Ghoul Exhibit of some sort. Apparently some society or smth claim tht the exhibits are fake &amp;amp; asked for the exhibit to be closed cuz the public are being conned. So this bloody ustaz says he'll bring the ghouls to life in 3 weeks time in his backyard in Kuang. WTF! If im not mistaken, Ripley's Believe or Not would be there to conduct tests or smth? shits man.. but my take on it is the bugger won't be able to bring those crap to life larh. Probably are fake items n dolls..? lol.. I hope I'm wrong, cuz it'll be so damn kewl if they were real man! Dude. Goosebumpssss~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends are I decided to have an 'Extreme' XPDC! Yeah we're gonna be supernatural researchers and scare our balls off. Watching &amp; tellin ghost materials &amp;amp; stories. Visiting haunted sites &amp; shit! DAMN, dude! THAT's 'EXTREMEEEee' *folds arms in shape of 'X'* HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is followed up by me studyin late in the Taylor's College Library. At around 8.30pm I had to go for a toilet break. While I was pissing, suddenly the fuckin lights went off. So I finished pissing &amp;amp; pulled up my pants in pitch darkness! Stormed out the door to scare the bugger who switched off the lights but no one was there! However this guy who was walkin towards the library was alil jolted cuz I burstd out the toilet. HAHA so I switched on the lights &amp; washed my hands. But I admit, I was alil spooked tho there are many ways to explain it. Like Varun said, a lizard might hav went over the switch! HAHAHAHAHA thts just DUmMMB Man!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then today it was followed up with Asia's lights gettin fucked wen I had my lunch. WTF! This Taylor's ghost means business man! AHHAHA.. Electricity went haywire &amp;amp; the lights seemed to be the one electrical appliance which seemed to be really affected. Fans were kewl. Spinnin happily round n round n round hahaha.. THe stalls were kewl cuz they had generators.. Eh, Taylor's ghost, CHILL LARH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen this person*name disclosed for reasons disclosed too haha* who is erm nvm. This person whom I know also apparently had an encounter &amp;amp; nightmares of some sort. But I've yet to get anything solid so far. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOZZZZZZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115626095970963712?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115626095970963712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115626095970963712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115626095970963712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115626095970963712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/08/r-v-ghost.html' title='R v Ghost'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115605570597366322</id><published>2006-08-20T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:37:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All's not Ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; burden, More than one can carry,&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; life, All the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times when &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; are lost, and no one wants &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is there..&lt;br /&gt;No one to turn to..&lt;br /&gt;A fledgling, petrified, confused and weak&lt;br /&gt;Unable to fend for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the worst of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; moments, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; seek God&lt;br /&gt;Where is He?&lt;br /&gt;Why does He not come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my burden now&lt;br /&gt;The burden of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your&lt;/span&gt; life&lt;br /&gt;It leaves me tiresome..&lt;br /&gt;I feel the hurt inside of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always here.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pain and hurt...&lt;br /&gt;will pass, believe will carry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;To be seen by her? To be seen as I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This burden I cannot share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Especially not her. So instinctively I hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;a place I often sought comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;My own shell, away from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If only I could run to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;One day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;When you've past your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I want you to know ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;that I understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u Mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115605570597366322?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115605570597366322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115605570597366322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115605570597366322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115605570597366322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/08/alls-not-ok.html' title='All&apos;s not Ok'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115591149260510158</id><published>2006-08-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:03:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings in Life are best left in denial...</title><content type='html'>Who's to argue? Denial, denial, denial. Bliss, bliss, bliss. Two simple words to equate, D E N I A L = B L I S S. For example, You remain totally denial about things which you know would either hurt you or could possibly make you delirious. Say,..... your exams results eh? It's either you get the results you want or NOT! So we bring in denial into this situation, and VOILA!, you have bliss. How so? Yeah, you may run the chance of being deliriously happy if you obtained your 'desired' results but you'd still be happy if you were in absolute denial about your results. Ok, my sentence structure sux, but you get it right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, denial is a good tool. But you have to admit, there are circumstances in life where you just simply can't live in denial. Unless you dig a hole and hide there for the rest of your life. Even then, someone might dig up that hole and tell you the things you dread finding out about etc. Sometimes things just come to you, without you asking for it to happen or err come to you?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where learning how to be immune to painful things come along. Now, there are so many zillions millions trillions billions dillions willions gillions things that could possibly happen. You can't possibly have a thing to immune each thing from hurting or wtv-ing you right? Unless you have a method which works for every possible shit that comes to you and you feel unmoved by it. Do you have such a method? Cause denial certainly doesn't apply to everything. If you do, gimme a call... HaHAHAHaha! Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I hate having to suck up to ppl &amp; be an idiot all the time, I'm sick of it &amp;amp; I had just about enough. At least I know now I wasn't all that significant. HAHA. Trust me on this, don't ever say things if you don't mean them. Nature has its way of getting back at you! Swear! Blow that candle out for me please. It made me blind standing too close all the time. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: To those who tell me stuff about my blog, my posts aren't always about what I am personally going through in life etc. Some are posts dedicated to other people's stories &amp;amp; others are just creative writing... And YES! I swear alot =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115591149260510158?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115591149260510158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115591149260510158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115591149260510158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115591149260510158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/08/somethings-in-life-are-best-left-in.html' title='Somethings in Life are best left in denial...'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115566490923626449</id><published>2006-08-16T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:00:45.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>So here we are&lt;br /&gt;We are alone&lt;br /&gt;Theres weight on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;, if this is how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Say it to me&lt;br /&gt;If this was ever real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; from you&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;, even if it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is you&lt;br /&gt;Youre talking to me&lt;br /&gt;You found a million ways to let me down&lt;br /&gt;So Im not hurt when youre not around&lt;br /&gt;I was blind&lt;br /&gt;But now I see&lt;br /&gt;This is how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Just say it to me&lt;br /&gt;If this was ever real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this will break me&lt;br /&gt;I know that this might make me cry&lt;br /&gt;You gotta say whats on your mind, on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know that this will hurt me&lt;br /&gt;and break my heart and soul inside&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna live this lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; from you&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;, even if it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;Just gimme the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;, gimme the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dont care&lt;/span&gt; no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=&lt;&gt;|| Thx &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GC&lt;/span&gt; ||&lt;&gt;=-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115566490923626449?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115566490923626449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115566490923626449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115566490923626449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115566490923626449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/08/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115549066519488900</id><published>2006-08-14T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T01:37:45.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit that gas pedal!? It's a 10 second race bitch haha</title><content type='html'>Just some words of encouragement to those buggers out there who feel as if all's lost. OK, I already see those eyes rolling. Some already gettin their barf bags. Yeah la I'm a dingbat la.. An unlikely source for comfort? EH, just to let you Fuckers out there noe I'm a good listener &amp; I give damn good advice OK! Oprah better be reading this. I'm gonna be on her show soon.. And those moms will be crying to my stories! HAHA... Soon I'll be on broadway.. then Hollywood.. Then I'll beat up that guy who's gettin married to Jessica Alba &amp;amp; then get married to her &amp; hav lots of pretty babies! MUahAHAHA.. okok. Side tracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To y'all young &amp;amp; hopeless zombies &amp; what not. Listen up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to what's left. Try to make whatever you're left with work. Even if everything seems to have gone down the drain. After all, what are miracles for? Nothing is EVER lost. It will eventually come back. So roll your sleeves up and get up and do something about it, do your best and what you think is right. Follow the heart, it's what keeps your blood pumping! Doesn't make sense? Whoever told you it had to make any sense anyway? How many things in this world are ever really certain. Take risks! Add alil prayer to your hardwork, sweat it out. Tears may come along the battle, but at the end, hopefully all's bright and you've got what you wanted. Even if you've not got what you worked so dear for, you at least have the comfort of knowing you've come close to what you wanted, hopefully. Remember, nothing is EVER lost. EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115549066519488900?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115549066519488900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115549066519488900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115549066519488900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115549066519488900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/08/hit-that-gas-pedal-its-10-second-race.html' title='Hit that gas pedal!? It&apos;s a 10 second race bitch haha'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115496095453038003</id><published>2006-08-07T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:19:32.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Will Be Will Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Pondering%20Lilies_framed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 305px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Pondering%20Lilies_framed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's soon I know&lt;br /&gt;Anon a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;Locked in the limitless space of the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/manly_wideweb__430x268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/manly_wideweb__430x268.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes&lt;br /&gt;Feelings develop and fade&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here with a sundae&lt;br /&gt;Just happens to be a Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stroll in then out&lt;br /&gt;I look outside for distraction&lt;br /&gt;But rain and fogged windows shroud my vision&lt;br /&gt;Resigning me to my sentiments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/614.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is my remedy&lt;br /&gt;An exodus of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave this place&lt;br /&gt;Live and let be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;I see myself  there,  I  do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/s7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 228px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/s7.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115496095453038003?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115496095453038003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115496095453038003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115496095453038003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115496095453038003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/08/whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='Whatever Will Be Will Be'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115487953935271872</id><published>2006-08-06T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:52:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Blink-182</title><content type='html'>OHkay so Blink-182 are gone. For good? I don't have a clue, but since lead guitarist Tom is in a new band 'Angel &amp;amp; Airwaves', I DON'T THINK THEY ARE COMING BACK. Sob Sob... So I've got a video on my blog to remind everyone of America's favourite punk rock band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY! exams in less than a month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115487953935271872?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115487953935271872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115487953935271872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115487953935271872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115487953935271872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-memory-of-blink-182.html' title='In memory of Blink-182'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115442735859628474</id><published>2006-08-01T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:53:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Loved You All Along</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were awaiting a sap post. Sorry yeah. Just happen to be the title of the song I'm listening to. It's Our Lady Peace btw, sure alot of you out there noe this band rite. Not like the song is great or anything la.. Just can't think of a title. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, 'some' nice guys out there can turn out to be hell of a weird. Namely some who are sensitive towards what a girl says to them. A lil' misunderstanding and they turn all sap and start sulking like as if they are heartbroken. Pathetic huh? and NO, it doesn't broil down to the fact that because they're nice guys they are naturally sensitive. HEck, thts the biggest bullshit EVER. I'm a guy so I know this kinda shit aight!?.. It's lame n' pathetic. So be a Man n toughen up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, my fren just said something which is really erm true? n well worth listening to. It's about rifts in a relationship. This guy here came over to Malaysia to study while his gf is back in his homeland I think- so its a long distance relationship. But there isn't a problem there, its their parents. Cause of religious or some thingamajiggga the parents don't approve of their relationship and so they had to break up. Which is very sad see. N it really cheeses him off seeing others in relationships where they aren't willing to work on things of err lil' significance. Here he is thinking that IF I had the oppurtunity to be able to work something out it'll be great but its not in his hand and others just couldnt giff a shit about mending their relationships. So treasure your partner yall. Work things out! =) There are others out there who aren't as fortunate to have the oppurtunity to work things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'll play it for you someday. Hopefully      :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115442735859628474?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115442735859628474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115442735859628474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115442735859628474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115442735859628474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-loved-you-all-along.html' title='I Loved You All Along'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115414479125157000</id><published>2006-07-29T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T18:57:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARghhhh! stupid writing skills</title><content type='html'>Woke up early on a Saturday!! wtf, thts real rare from me.. lolz anywhoz i promised Sam tht I will join her n her co. in the library for a lil discussion. anywhoz, i kinda dragged Weehoo along too =p So far I've only managed one page out of seven! SO yeah, I'm kinda fucked now. I'm in the stupid fucking library typing shit. I've got Weehoo on my left and Eliv(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;cookie monstah&lt;/span&gt;), Sam and Catwoman on my right.. Just fuckin stoning for nuts and got myself to blog or more like just ramble some shit. LOL Yo &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, if ure reading this I bloody called u but u didnt pick up!! Merajuk or stressin out zit? hahaha.. jkjk Chill aite? We go watch Pirates and the Lake House after our writing skills kay? Ahhhh ok, i like the feeling of company while I'm doing my work! lolz.. okey dumbass readers, I'm gonna get back to my work =P CHEERS~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I just have to add this so yeah this post has been edited! Cuz I have to like giff a shout out to this classmate of mine, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Yong Wee Hoo&lt;/span&gt;. He is one of the nicest guys I've met in my life! I swear. N this guy here is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;enuine&lt;/span&gt; alright! HE &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;isn't just like some of the nice guys who are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ONLY nice to GIRLS&lt;/span&gt; but he is nice to everyone. Unless of course you found a way to cheese him off that is. He is so fuckin NICE la.. I'm gonna put his picture in a frame and hang it in my Wall of Niceness.. He immediately lent me his spare hp cuz my spare hp is fucked. HE never allows us to pay for our stuff and he is godamn helpful, not only to the girls but also to this friends! DUDE, U DA MAN! n girls out there, if ure lookin for an extremely nice guy who is sweet and will certainly be there for u anytime of the day.. I recommend him =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115414479125157000?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115414479125157000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115414479125157000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115414479125157000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115414479125157000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/arghhhh-stupid-writing-skills.html' title='ARghhhh! stupid writing skills'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115400090781006226</id><published>2006-07-27T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:48:27.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew is a STUPID BOY</title><content type='html'>Aihhh.. went for classes today. Wait, more like class w/o the (es).. Yeap I went for Criminal and I'm beginning to think that Ms. Angeline is quite a credible teacher who is able to help us through our criminal finals.. NO? I duno. I'm so blur about stuff I know nuts. Ask me about topics and I can't even name 5 of them.. SEE, I'm super fucked. Skipped GPL! SORRY Mr. Joe, it has been 4 classes in a row now i think? DAMMIT. Oh, havent started on my writing skills(Contract)!!! OMFG OMFG. I'm so screwedly fucktardly jam-tart-ly FUCKED !!! Help me God, make me Contract' Einstein+Thomas Edison for the few days leading to my deadline! PLZZZ I know nth and I just fuckin slept the whole fuckin fuckhole day... ARGHHHHH!!! How LA HOW?? omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg... Can't even start writing stuff... AHAHAHA someone lend me some rope, a stool and a fan?!! Dead meat dead meat ... =( Sumore gotta read up n answer my tute questions!! HUHUHU... this spells the end me life.. So long suckers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115400090781006226?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115400090781006226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115400090781006226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115400090781006226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115400090781006226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/andrew-is-stupid-boy.html' title='Andrew is a STUPID BOY'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115382551486160925</id><published>2006-07-25T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:16:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; EVERYTHING !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; THE WORLD, THE PEOPLE, THE UNIVERSE, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; EVERYTHING !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;including you reading this _|_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115382551486160925?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115382551486160925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115382551486160925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115382551486160925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115382551486160925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-everything-fuck-world-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115347415926694514</id><published>2006-07-21T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:05:18.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spinning round n round</title><content type='html'>I dunno where to begin, what to write and how to end this BUT I do need to write some crap cuz my brain is really messed up now. So I'm just gonna type what comes to mind. Firstly, I completed my Criminal assessed work. HOWEVER, I didn't do a good job which scares me the most. I oni have 19 footnotes while my other classmates have 30++.. Which means to say I scribbled alot of rubbish w/o much emphasis on the law. OMFG!! I'm so screwed =( Varun, Cow n Ken handed in their assignments late. AIKZ! but everythin shud be kewl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fuckin boring now. I shud take a bath really.. (Will conclude when I get back, taking a bath) ....................... ok, 20mins n IM BACK! though it wud seem like the time u took to read this paragraph.. HAHA oh well back to my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Im bored like hell now. Handphone is in the repair shop while I'm stuck wid a replacement which buttons dun even fuckin work! FUCK the world larh. I really am NOT enjoying this few weeks and of curz the months ahead too. FUCK U FUCK EVERYONE FUCK THE WORLD FUCK thE univERsE !! lolz jkjk =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I have loads on my mind but i duwan to fuckin share it. So get close to me and then ask me la dammit. Im not stupid to put everythin on this godamn blog ! HAHAHAHA =P actually Im lazy and I cant figure out a way to end this. Just fuckd up rubbish la.. Im bored see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I shall put some profane here to amuse some crude vulgar ppl like me haha... Kaninia chao chi bai ham ka ling fucking fucker fucked the fuckees asshole and the stupid dumbass fuckee gave birth to a motherfuckin dickhead of a baboon with no bloody pundek nipples so the fuckin people fucked him up for fuckin like a fuckin shithole which means this fuckin thing is just so fuckin dumb that it cant fuckin make fuckin sense and it fuckin wont go anywhere like a fucker who is fuckin lost in a fuckin gobi desert MAN anythin in this fuckin world is connected by a fuck or two cuz fuckin makes the world fuckin go round u fucktard so wat the fuck are u fuckin reading now is making the fuckin world go round u fuckin asshole with yogurt brain go fuckin fuck someone out there so the fuckin world goes round u fucker wat the FUCK are u fuckin waitin for its not like this fuckin post here is gonna fuckin teach u anythin u stupid fucktard so fuck u and u fuckin mama n go fuck someone now or the fuckin world will end cuz we wont hav no fuckin kids to fuckin make the fuckin world go round see. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pix from my field trip to Putrajaya on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/july06%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/july06%20081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, this pic below is rather bad. photographer took it too much to the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/july06%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/july06%20089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/july06%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/july06%20109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115347415926694514?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115347415926694514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115347415926694514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115347415926694514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115347415926694514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/spinning-round-n-round.html' title='spinning round n round'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115289026699706041</id><published>2006-07-14T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:40:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puddle of shit</title><content type='html'>Life. Synonymous to the word Mystery. Honestly, who can tell for sure what life is? What purpose do we serve here, living our days like a routine. We should all stop sometimes, and think. What are we living for? NooOOo, I'm not talking bout family, career, kids etc etc. I mean like spiritually and shit. WTF are we here for? N those asses who are about to say 'To fuck a chic so we can repopulate the earth!', I'd like to giff you all a nice hard kick in the stomach, Jet Li style! haha.. Well thts only part of our lives. But its not what I'm trying to get at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my point. Life is a puddle of shit! Well, maybe not everytime. But it certainly is a puddle of shit for most of the time.. I was once told, 'Happiness is potential suffering'. How so? It's god damn fuckin bitch ass dick head crack hole obvious.. Just think alil more. Everything that makes u happy, can eventually make u sad. Love, will ultimately end with sadness? No? Still don't agree? Just think hard and you'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next point. Everything is impermanent. YEAH! It is. Promise your lover to love him/her till the end of time.. Tht has to be some bullshit. Although I'm not against lovers saying that. But its really not possible.. NO WAY... Okiez, why are all my egs love? Err... Take for eg material objects. Same thing. It goes away after awhile, they become old, rusty and unwanted eventually. Love is impermenant? I might have my arguments on that. Not couple love though, some higher form of love. Very powerful, strong divine love... then maybe it could be permanent? Then again, who am I to say larh rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fuckin world just needs to pause sometimes.. and ponder this question. Its mind boggling, and you can never get one CORRECT answer. We all jus have to come up with our own answers. Answers that keep us at peace so we can go on with this so called Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115289026699706041?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115289026699706041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115289026699706041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115289026699706041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115289026699706041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/puddle-of-shit.html' title='puddle of shit'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115287048727884169</id><published>2006-07-14T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:48:07.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend's gig this coming Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/toms%20gig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/toms%20gig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. incase u can't see the small print on the poster. It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Date &amp; Time: Wednesday, 19th July 2006, from 8.30pm till finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Venue:  KL Jam Asia, No19-1, Jalan 22A/70A, Plaze Crystalville, Desa Sri Hartamas, Kuala  Lumpur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Admission Fee: RM17@the door + 1 free drink &amp; Calerway  Sticker/Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My friend's band, Caught in the Silence(CITS) will be playing and trying to sell their first EP. They'll be playing with Calerway(Australians), A Vacant Affair(Singaporeans) and THEY WILL KILL US ALL(KL). I promised to pass the word around. Those interested can come and ask me lerh. But I really know just as much as the poster shows!! I bet its gonna be fun for u guys and gals. So do come yeah?! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115287048727884169?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115287048727884169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115287048727884169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115287048727884169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115287048727884169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-friends-gig-this-coming-wednesday_14.html' title='My friend&apos;s gig this coming Wednesday'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115272052825427093</id><published>2006-07-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:08:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Before you write me off, crumple me up like a scribbled paper and leave me to gather dust. Before you pack your bags and leave. Remember, you can always reach out to me. Albeit you may be on the other side of the world. There's no saying how far I'll go to see you, to drape my coat over your shoulders, to shelter you from the hurdles that lie ahead... Which boy wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has beauty that can launch a thousand ships... She's my Helen. For I too, like many before and now, wish to be her &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Eternity is in your lips, heaven is in your eyes, love is engraved on your heart, and there is where I'll dwell for as long as I breathe. I'll never stop loving and caring for you my Helen, even the beautiful gardens of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Troy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; are pale in comparison. Even when my heart stops pumping blood through my veins, I'll keep on fighting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heaven's constantly murmur your name, like a Goddess who somehow found her way to the earth. Even the heavens claim such beauty doesn't belong here... Which men would not fall from grace just to hold you? My Helen, the Gods are jealous, for all the men on earth have forgotten them as men's heart are filled with lust, lust for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no warrior like Achilles, neither am I a charmer like &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, but it won't stop me from fighting all the tyrants in the world just to be able to look into your dreamy blue eyes for a second. For that second I shall cherish. For that second I would not only have looked into your eyes, but into your heart and soul, and that is worth fighting and dying for. Such is the orbit of your beauty my Helen, I'd stay here and wait for you to return my love.. Such is art thou's worth. Such is...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115272052825427093?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115272052825427093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115272052825427093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115272052825427093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115272052825427093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/helen.html' title='Helen'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115269113939140175</id><published>2006-07-12T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:58:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I begin?</title><content type='html'>This two weeks have been really F-ed up. Only last week was our 'reading week' and we were 'suppose' to put our time to good use for revision and shits. But, needless to say I wasted it and still AM wasting my time here! Oh my brain is so filled up with trash now... Priorities priorities priorities !!! I need to prioritise! Thus, my title ' Where do I begin? '...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides books, I celebrated my birthday wid my family on Friday. YES I dun like to make a fuss out of it.. WHY? errr... Its no biggie! I had alota ppl who wished me this year SO thanks to all who wished me! It means u guys/girls actually bother bout me ahahaha.. Oh I think I should mention, Steph(The Girl Who Is Beautiful Everyday) gave me a really meaningful pressie ie. a photo frame wid a lil note attached. Thankz ALOT! n yeah i truly duly appweciate it! =P and... OH, my mum pranked me again. She said she got me a huge cake haha... Then while i was sitting on the guest's dining area, she brought out a huge box! So in my mind I was expecting a humengous ginormous cake see. Then she popped open the top of the cardbox box and there it was, two tiny minified microsopic cakes hahahahaha!! Thankz Ma! The important thing to me is not the pressies but the honesty shown. Thankz to all who were honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... Im just stuck here larh. Really shud be revising cuz im like real blur compared to my other classmates. God, gimme strength and will to get thru this hurdle! I need it badly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115269113939140175?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115269113939140175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115269113939140175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115269113939140175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115269113939140175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where do I begin?'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115192610684149880</id><published>2006-07-03T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:55:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sir</title><content type='html'>my primary skewl teacher was in the newspapers today&lt;br /&gt;and of all the reasons to be in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;its because he is gone&lt;br /&gt;snuffed by cold heartless men&lt;br /&gt;my prayers are with him and his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hav fond and maybe not so fond memories of this teacher of mine. We were young and naive then .. Oblivious to the world around us. I admit he may not have been my favourite teacher but he sure gave me a lasting impression. He gave me tuition, he drove an old rundown volkswagen, he was a baldy, he was a bachelor, he fantasized about Pamela Anderson, he was the first teacher in my schooling life who insisted we called him Sir, he trained me when I represented the school for a 100m event, he was dedicated to his work, he wanted to see Annie's boobs lol, he heaped praises about me to my mum, he got a degree so improve his life and now.. he's gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May u find peace Sir Ravindran on the other side...&lt;br /&gt;My deepest condolences to his family and friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115192610684149880?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115192610684149880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115192610684149880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115192610684149880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115192610684149880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-sir.html' title='Dear Sir'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115183606021519097</id><published>2006-07-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:27:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck u man</title><content type='html'>im fuckin raging pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i hav this dude as a fren n his selfish self-centered attitude is really fuckin pissin me off! Ok, first he asks us to get him nice stuff for his bday. So thts kewl, n wen my fren buys him a Tee thts well, not so expensive, this yr( we chipped in later ), he says 'only this much arh? so cheap wan? Lasttime the Billabong bag n all nice la.. '. Mchbai! I didnt buy it but it wasnt kewl to fuckin say such things. Whether it was a joke or not, it didnt seem AT ALL funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ive been going to T.Desa every single fuckin weekend to chill wid him n a few others. N initially wen i suggested we go some other place like Hartamas or SJ he tags along... buden oni like 2-3 times then we vary alil by going back to hang in T.Desa. N after tht few times if i suggest we hang some other place he will blow me off. 'Damn far larh' 'What u wanna do there?' 'I duwan to foos there la'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck u larh. Taman Desa very yeng now arh? Who the fuck hangs out there anymore? U noe why Nadia(sorry Nadia for gettin u into this) duwan to come to hang whenever we're in TD? CUZ she is bored of the place larh! So the last few fuckin times i hung out wid them i wasnt too happy cuz i had to giff in to him. Fucker, u dare tell me damn far arh? U noe i go T.Desa how many times ade... N u jz wont giff in by comin to SJ or smth once in awhile. Honestly ure fuckin self-centred man. Wait, i wanna wait till my bday. I wana see wat u get for me! Wait, if u even fuckin greet me on my bday i'd be pretty surprised actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyarhhh.. something totally worth mentionin' n this is so obv story shows tht ure a pretty inconsiderate person. See, it was nu yrs eve n we gathered at this stupid pub in T.Desa. N later at bout 11 almost 12am. We decided to go to Hartamasafter like an hour of fuckin each other up n lookin for a place to countdown so we can at least end the fuckin year happy. Right, so we go ahead wid like 2 cars or smth.. i was drivin my car n the fucker was driving his.. there were ppl in my car n also in his car la. Then while we were finally happy n shit tht we were heading somewhere to hav fun i get a fuckin phonecall while i was driving... The fucker says he doesn't wanna go, he wants to go back to Taman Desa instead. So we had to pull over at a petrol station n at tht point i was boiling wid rage. CUZ how are those guys in his car going to Hartamas then? They were kewl enuf to suggest takin the taxi while tht cibai goes home. MY FUCKIN GOODNESS! dunit for apologies, all u had to do was say right from the fuckin beginnin tht u didnt wanna go to Hartamas. U noe we fuckin sat down n discussed plans for almost a fuckin hour n wen we start moving u pull this kinda shit! MAN. u got a real problem k. So those guys who tagged along in his car took a cabbie while i drove the rest there. ASS. U really shud read this man. I hav been so fuckin patient wid u all this fuckin yearss while the rest hav been fuckin u up in ur face n behind ur back. READ THIS! cuz u really need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im seeing ur face later. So if u read this fuckin post u shud really refrain from sayin smth stupid tht will piss me off. Or u're in for it.... Ure not the only one who gets pissed around here _l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115183606021519097?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115183606021519097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115183606021519097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115183606021519097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115183606021519097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-u-man.html' title='fuck u man'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115166729637184243</id><published>2006-06-30T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:34:56.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Finished my Tort non-assessed n I wud be lying if I said I put any effort into it.  Very slip-shot work and I didn't even bother reading through my essay after I completed it. I just left my laptop by the bed and slept. OH FUCK! I didn't put down how many words... lol. Wait, mebbe we don't have to. Oh well, we might not even have to bother putting down the word count and I won't be surprised if i fail this one too. Failed the previous non-assessed work btw(37marks)! But I kinda expected it cause well, it was slip-shot too. YES! I admit it does get me worried but also I should do something bout it. HOW LARH? no fuckin will power.. uGhhHH! I don't even feel pressure from the upcoming mocks ----------&gt; Andrew is a lazy fuckin arsehole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, to 'someone' : At least I got the flowers n' tried to pull something off lor. Yeah! I only thought about it before I got to Subang see.. so Hence the 10 minute scribbled crappy funny ass poem! Didn't turn out right but haha I did try =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny is very ill and she is all the way in Taiping, Perak. Mum is worried sick I can tell. Granny has a heart problem so it's real bad and all now. Parents decided not to go and bring her down to KL today cuz I duno why!! I cancelled plans to stay at home wid sis. Well, Im not gonna complain. Readers please pray for my granny!! =( I'm sad now.. Stupid hospital would admit her w/o a referral aikkz!! So she's staying home with my aunties for close watch! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played futsal today! WOHOO! n i luv nutmeggin ppl! Sry KenBoon ! hahahahahahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115166729637184243?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115166729637184243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115166729637184243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115166729637184243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115166729637184243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115140196824834851</id><published>2006-06-27T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:52:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Fake</title><content type='html'>Small, simple, safe price.&lt;br /&gt;Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not afraid to die;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight,&lt;br /&gt;I want the pain of payment.&lt;br /&gt;What's left, but a section of pigmy sized cuts.&lt;br /&gt;Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my little cut?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be my thousand fucks?&lt;br /&gt;And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.&lt;br /&gt;To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting trying to picture your black, broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not like anything.&lt;br /&gt;Especially a fucking knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell,&lt;br /&gt;By the way I move and do my hair&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that it's me,&lt;br /&gt;Or it's not me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I don't smell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the cleanest I have ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.&lt;br /&gt;Dry.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I drink?&lt;br /&gt;Do I date?&lt;br /&gt;I've got perfect placements.&lt;br /&gt;All my ink&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied, in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the biggest fan I've got right now.&lt;br /&gt;I made sure I looked how I wanted to look.&lt;br /&gt;The people around me,&lt;br /&gt;The people surround me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry.&lt;br /&gt;Dry.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts now,&lt;br /&gt;All tied off in lace.&lt;br /&gt;I pray, beg, for anything to hit me in the face.&lt;br /&gt;And this sickness isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;And I pray to fall from grace.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I see is feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling you I'm a fake,&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me, look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake, I'm a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake!&lt;br /&gt;Fake!&lt;br /&gt;Fake!&lt;br /&gt;Genuine fake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------=&gt;&gt;  Big thx to The Used for their music n inspiration =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115140196824834851?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115140196824834851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115140196824834851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115140196824834851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115140196824834851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-fake.html' title='I&apos;m a Fake'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115133495456857073</id><published>2006-06-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:47:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tht same old feeling ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not quite tht feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no need  to ponder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's clear that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're just too stuck in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I'm here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;standing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna get OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate what You tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fucking wanna hear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dwelling in my conscience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's cinch, a routine to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done it a million times over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fuck all of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put everything to a halt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk and walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'd know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this moments don't feel right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we find bliss in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've turned my back and walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I don't wanna walk down that road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause I'm gettin fed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these things i hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought you'd do better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my own version of literature.. more to come in the future =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115133495456857073?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115133495456857073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115133495456857073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115133495456857073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115133495456857073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/tht-same-old-feeling.html' title='tht same old feeling ?'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115112317636781546</id><published>2006-06-24T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:09:20.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm proud of u sis</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm posting from Help with my laptop!! Kinda kewl haha.. I'm at the 4th National English Debate Competition aka "Tan Sri Datuk Paduka Dr Hajjah Saleha Debate Cup 2006" among high skewls in Malaysia and my sis, Renee Ewe who is representing Convent Bkt Nanas is in the Semi-finals! Their skewl came up against SMK DJ.. Convent Bkt Nanas is a prestigious skewl in KL and has had and still has the best debate teams around Malaysia. My sis among the younger participants! Omg la.. I'm really fproud of her. She has been the undisputed top student in her younger days and STILL is the undisputed top student in her school and everyone is vying to beat this girl! And hell no! I know best that she isn't a NERD .. She's active in sports and societies, PLUS she is a ver ygood athlete( like me before). Convent Bkt Nanas has never really progressed in this competition before but have emerged as champions on numerous occasions in other debate competitions. In other words, they had good debate teams before and my sis and her teammates are making school history by progressing well in this competition. So its safe to say my sis n her teammates walk around with an air of respect which intimidates other schools.. *salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoz, their plenty of nerds here. I feel like giving them a wedgie or smth hHAhahaAha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the semis btwn Convent Bkt Nanas and SMK DJ. My sis was the first speaker and she blew me away! I mean I joke and quarrel and everything under the sun with my sis, but the way she presented her speech was awesome!! Her team had the points and performance wise were great! I watched the Law debate society in my faculty and thought they were good BUT these kids are even BETTER! It was really one sided to everyone and the opposition team (my sis and her teammates were govt) were really confused and started talking rubbish. My sis and her teammates clearly had a good frame of arguments thus making them obvious winners and the opposition were starting to talk rubbish and trying to confuse the judges... My sis did the rebuttal and she clearly set out their points and the opposition were crushed! But somehow the adjudicators came up with a 2 to 1 decision to the Opposition! The whole room was shocked!! The teacher incharge of St Michaels, another good debate team was shocked too cuz it seemed obvious Convent Bkt Nanas were the better team who were more organised, had more matter and better ideas plus produced a good performance! HOW SO ? The top adjudicator in South East Asia said my sis's team had superb arguments which were addressed by my Sis( he was the one adjudicator who voted for my sis's skewl n thinks my sis is good! WOW), the first speaker but her arguments weren't sustainted by the 2nd n 3rd speakers... So oh well! My sis was announced as the Best Speaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT! Im bloody proud of her... =P She will be getting 1000 bucks plus some Mp3 player and lord noes wat else for reaching the semis and 500 for the best speaker award I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115112317636781546?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115112317636781546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115112317636781546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115112317636781546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115112317636781546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-proud-of-u-sis.html' title='I&apos;m proud of u sis'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115096347952263007</id><published>2006-06-22T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:10:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong side of the bed</title><content type='html'>If I had two words to sum up my day, it would be 'no mood'. Another way to put it would be 'I woke up on the wrong side of the bed'. Literally! Cuz I did wake up with my head at the end of the bed and my legs facing the board... Hahaha.. Partly cause I fell asleep last night chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK SUNITHA! I had to rush like hell to college today. We were suppose to have a replacement Contract class at 8am. Thus on every other Thursday we'd start our classes at 9am instead, which leaves us ample of time to get ready for college. DARN THAT BITCH! I just didn't have the mood and was already contemplating napping through my Contract class today and then come just in time for the Criminal class at 9.30am. BUT NO. My conscience told me to go for the 8am class and so I did, and I had to rush to college like a bullet train kay! When I eventually got to class I wasn't too surprised, cause even though I was 10 minutes late, Sunitha would still be alot later than I already was. Here here people, don't fblame her for being late alright? It's just that she has excess fats which turns out to be a burden to her mobility. So 15 minutes went by and I figured she should be here anytime soon. 30 minutes went by and I still thought maybe she'd make it in time. Then 45 minutes went by, HAHAHA... pretty evident she wouldn't come to class rite? Sooooo.... I rushed to school today and sacrificed my precious sleep just to attend her class and she wasn't around! FUCK U MADAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I just lived the rest of the day without any enthusiasm really.. On normal days I'd be like a psycho balls-niac boy. I did laff but I was just ugggh inside. Probably the sleep. Yeah. It's the lack of sleep. Anywhoz, I'm thinking of skipping my Tort tutorial tomorrow. I do have the answers for Trespass to Land but not for Occupier's Liability. So I'll see how the rest of the day goes...&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/28527608-115096347952263007?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115096347952263007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115096347952263007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115096347952263007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115096347952263007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='wrong side of the bed'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115090600332336159</id><published>2006-06-21T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:06:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawnz*</title><content type='html'>1. I'm tired larh.. Its 11.48pm now n i wanna KO on my bed yall!&lt;br /&gt;2. (Refer to above) I slept the whole evening larh! Weather so nice. How is it I'm still tired now?&lt;br /&gt;3. The look on your face was priceless! lolz.. Perfect timing! Caught off-guard&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm gettin more pimples man! Wassssup widat?! Late nite W-cup matches la i think&lt;br /&gt;5. Gotta study!&lt;br /&gt;6. (Refer to above) Been sayin tht for ages n I've done NTH!&lt;br /&gt;7. I think after a week of being ill.. I'm all cool now! woohoo&lt;br /&gt;8. I love cars&lt;br /&gt;9. I love being heard, guess thts y I keep posting rubbish on this blog everyday!&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm effin tired bitch!&lt;br /&gt;11. Owhhh pillows n bolsters .. I need it now&lt;br /&gt;12. I wanna skip the whole of tomorrow! I wanna sleep thru ALL the classes&lt;br /&gt;13. This guy in a Satria gave Steph a stare. But a cock stare! Major one too. He stared so long he even looked to the back.. fuckin weird shit&lt;br /&gt;14. Steph, if ure reading this. SJ is a bad place for u!&lt;br /&gt;15. Mexico didn't score their equaliser! ARGHHHH dammit&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm a mean-ass boy&lt;br /&gt;17. I love having fun! (I'm bored now. Plz excuse me lol)&lt;br /&gt;18. Must watch Tokyo Drift again&lt;br /&gt;19. I need to borrow some books 2mrw.. Returned a few today&lt;br /&gt;20. BYE BYE! Im effin sleepy.. Can't take it anymoreeee~~~ Sayin everythin i said before~~~ All this words they make no sense~~~ I find bliss in ignorance~~~ Less I hear the less you say... bla bla bla.. BTW&lt;br /&gt;21. I dun like Sunitha very much.. (Keepin it alil formal lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115090600332336159?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115090600332336159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115090600332336159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115090600332336159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115090600332336159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/yawnz.html' title='*yawnz*'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115072783180506329</id><published>2006-06-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:37:12.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mat remp-it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;brooom broom brooommm!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the mafuckin exhaust system from the honda kapcai's.. A Malay boy w/o a helmet, a tight shirt n worn out carrot cut jeans... Slippers and occasionally fake Nike air force ones or Timberland boots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Screeeeeehhhhhh *BANG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honda kapcai crashes... The bloody and lifeless body of the motorcyclist sprawled on the road, or should i call him &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAT REMPIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ppl ! Mat Rempits and their pillion riders are terrorizing our Malaysian roads! swerving it n out.. Doing wheelies n other dumbass stunts which i absolutely hav no clue of. Where to I begin with this?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. An experience of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heading to Hartamas from Bangsar one nite wid my fren. He was a passenger in my car. After awhile on the highway, traffic started to slow down... N that has never happened before alrite.. Tht fuckin highway is like alwiz clear! So i got infront of the traffic n saw a 'horde' of wat? 60 honda + duno what the fuck motorbikes ! some wid pillion riders n very few with helmets.. I was like " OH MY FUCKIN LORD ! " .. best part was more than half of them were wheely-ing or riding wid their front tyre up in the air! N i followed behind this groupie for like a while n then i got alil fed up... THey took up 2 out of 3 lanes k! so i moved to the fast lane n had to reach up to 160kmph to cut pass them k! wat the fuck man! this guys are NUts ! its like they WANT to die ! n thts not the end of it. This bitch ass mat rempit comes to the left side of my car as i was attempting to cut pass em' n does a mafuckin wheely! RIGHT NEXT TO MY FUCKIN CAR WHICH IS MOVING AT 160 kmph ! wthz!! wtf! my windows were wind down sumore, my effin fren n i had a real shock k! one mafuckin pebble or an ass mistake on his part n he will be under my wheels... ASSHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck its so frustating talkin bout them.. i hav a million n one other stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what fuckin spurred me to write bout this bitches was this Ad tht day in GSC. A new Malaysian movie 'Mat Remp-it'! yes yall ! we've got a movie now ! wats this ? some sort of encouragement to this young Malay men to ride like dicks? I sorta remember the catchline 'Saya takkan mati sehingga engin saya masih hidup'.. Smthing lidat! FUCK U ALL ! FUCK FUCK FUCK! I hate Mat Rempits k! U guys are fuckers on the road! Swervin in n out like i duno? Who on earth does this kinda shit! Malaysia is the oni countries wid DUMBfuck motorcyclists like this! They dun fuckin value their lifes! N the Msian govt is tellin us to drive n be considerate to motorcyclist?! Fuck U govt ! these bastards are the ones tht need correctional driving habits ! the die like crash dummies k! gruesome fucks! WHY WHY WHY! n most of the time the cause an accident at the expense of others.. killin others for instance, or their pillion riders! assholes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. im gettin pissed. i cant think right. im gona stop here. Fuck Mat Rempits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115072783180506329?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115072783180506329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115072783180506329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115072783180506329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115072783180506329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/mat-remp-it.html' title='mat remp-it'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115063372233479353</id><published>2006-06-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:28:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FATHER'S DAY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/paps.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/paps.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shout out to all the dads in the planet, wait, all the dads in this universe !! LUV UR DADDY !!! wherever he is !! go kiss him hug him wtv larh !!! muahahahahahahaha ! selamat hari bapaaaaaaaaaaaa :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115063372233479353?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115063372233479353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115063372233479353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115063372233479353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115063372233479353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='HAPPY FATHER&apos;S DAY !'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115053600885173829</id><published>2006-06-17T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:50:10.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semalam's trip to OU</title><content type='html'>Awrite!! So the day began wid me having to undertake the task of pickin up 3 girls ! I feel so 'USED' !!! lolz nahhh.. Its all kewl horh Steph, Em and Mich? Picked Em &amp; Mich up from Pyramid n then went to DJ to pick Steph up from her house... N off we went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;!! Got some shopping lessons from Miss (S)teph ----&gt; U can pronounce it w/o the 'S', in other words jz pronounce it as Miss Teph... LOLz.. Later &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;Cow n Krys&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; arrived n while the girls shopped in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;, I had to meet up wid &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;them&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n buy the tix for the movie, (Okok everyone say this wid me!!) . &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS: TOKYO DRIFT !!!!!&lt;/span&gt; woohoooo... I'll ramble bout the movie alil later k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided the day b4 to hav &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korean bbq&lt;/span&gt; for lunch so we did. N man, it sucked! Pork fats was ewww... But we had fun playin w our food ! Ask Em n Steph for the ingredients of our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;leftover-korean-delight&lt;/span&gt;! The waiters n customers were staring at us playin w our food k! N they hav this girl at the entrance/exit who will bow n thank u wen ure finished wid ur food! But wen we left, she was no where to be seen! Must be our mischievious behaviour tht scared her away? So to complete everyone's Korean bbq experience, I personally undertook the task of ushering us out the door (complete wid the bow n thank u)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;movie n it was AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; ! words cannot describe how excited i was prior to the movie n later, how all my senses were channelled to the awesome driving scenes! Cudent take my eyes off it! The directors this time were alil smarter cuz they left very lil plot n more car action ! which is wat all car enthusiasts want! The movie even inspired Steph n Mich !! lolz.. Steph wants to learn to drift worh ! funny crap !! n she said the movie no lengchai wo... :( too bad lorh.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im watchin it again! n buyin the DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are some pix! from Mich's hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! its a bwig fwat jwuicy worm in our korean BBQ ! someone get the manager!  LOL... nah jz some udon  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Udon%20Mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Udon%20Mee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Steph &amp;  Mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Steph%20%26%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Steph%20%26%20I.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Holding some stuff while Steph shops. I kinda look like Oliver Twist huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Setph%27s%20Man%20Servant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Setph%27s%20Man%20Servant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me pretending to eat the porky fats!  steph posing next to lengchai! hahahaha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Pork%20fat%20%3DS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Pork%20fat%20%3DS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cow n his girl, Krys...  I think Cow is playin wid the pork fats hahaha.  Or he cud be cookin the stuff for his girl so tht he can feed her later? awwwww!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Cow%20%26%20Krys.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Cow%20%26%20Krys.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My Udon Mee is longer than Steph's !! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/Battle%20of%20The%20Longest.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/Battle%20of%20The%20Longest.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ps: There's definitely gona be a sequel.. there's a surprise at the end of the movie. N Steph says she's gona wear her specs n seduce me, to prove tht 2 me she's not ugly! lolz&lt;br /&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115053600885173829?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115053600885173829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115053600885173829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115053600885173829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115053600885173829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/semalams-trip-to-ou.html' title='semalam&apos;s trip to OU'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115037933651857258</id><published>2006-06-15T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:48:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>andrew's fun wid microsoft paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/hahaha%20sohai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/hahaha%20sohai.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its inevitable! im a sex magnet!! alil make up n Andrew looks like a star! angelina jolie lips, gisele bundchen's dark blue eyes, jennifer aniston's nose, kristin kreuk's jed black hair, gwyneth paltrow's eyebrows, katie holmes smile, jessica alba's forehead, heidi klum's cheek bones, kelly brook's super hot bod... I'm a dream come true.. Bite me ! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115037933651857258?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115037933651857258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115037933651857258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115037933651857258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115037933651857258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/andrews-fun-wid-microsoft-paint.html' title='andrew&apos;s fun wid microsoft paint'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115028984682622448</id><published>2006-06-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:59:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>( imagine a title for this post cuz i hav no clue )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Bad Habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late again. hihihi. Shits la! Basically oni went for one class this week which was Tort on Monday which i was late! FuCK !!! FUCK! Im a real fucker who wont learn how to kick bad ol' habits. How larh? HOW?!! My new years resolution shud hav been to kick my bad habits. Actually, wen i think about it, i think i have kicked some bad habits la i think. I used to lick my lips or stick abit of my tongue out.. Ok, mebe i still stick abit of my tongue out smtimes but i definitely dun lick my lips like b4. Jz incase u were wondering wat i mean by lickin my lips, go watch Brad Pitt movies n u'll notice the bugger has the same habit as me (strictly NO comparisons w' Brad here plz, jz an eg lol). Besides tht, i think i hav a problem tuning my voice sometimes.. I think sometimes i sound squeaky? n on other times alil too deep?.. So sorry if i sound real one kind sometimes.. I duno wassup wid my voice. Oh another famous habit of mine wud be procrastinating n urmz slackin. Tht one i dun need to address la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Comin late n skippin' classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need to wake up in time now. Damn larh! Im gona fail if i keep doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Need a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The guys in my class have only one way of having fun in btwn n after classes. We pay a visit to a cybercafe n play CS. hahaha.. I mean its alright cuz its kinda fun n ermz at times really hilarious BUDEN its gettin quite boring now. N there arent any girls in this kinda places SO its quite boring ya noe. HOW can u live w/o girls? I need to meet girls !! n im certainly not gonna get any by visiting tht hell hole lolz.. We shud really go to places like Asia which i frequent last yr. Problem is some of the guys jz duwan to go to these kinda places.. WHY? duno lerh. yeah, one of my classmates will gimme a look wen i suggest we go to Asia. So it kinda sums it up. I mean i need a variation in activities yall!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Studying n Revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Havent been doing poop. Yeah nth done la ! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ! Havent done anythin today ( refer to headtitle below )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Falling Ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite i stayed up to watch the France v Switzerland game n after awhile on the couch i felt rather sick. Body temperature was like a fuckin rollercoaster.. probably got a mafuckin fever. Dragged myself upstairs n brought down my comforter. Felt alil better n ended up dozing off- partly cuz the game was boring. My body was heating up like hell n wen i woke up in the mornin i felt alot better buden wen i got to SJ i felt sick again n samething - body heating up. Lord noes why. Ken gave me some Panadol tablets which i think did me a whole deal of goodddyness hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They are everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115028984682622448?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115028984682622448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115028984682622448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115028984682622448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115028984682622448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/imagine-title-for-this-post-cuz-i-hav.html' title='( imagine a title for this post cuz i hav no clue )'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115021119291078818</id><published>2006-06-13T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:51:05.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One for Asia !</title><content type='html'>final score south korea 2 - 1  togo! yessss. both teams started off shaky n rather boring til togo scored in the first half. As expected the stoopid koreans moved up a fewe gears n in the 2nd half, a thru pass to park ji sung created a 1 v 1 situation for park n the togo keeper. he was brought down jz outside the box n a 2nd yellow card/red card for the togo captain who brought park ji sung down!! hahaha.. Then lee chun soo scored a peach from outside the box thru a mafuckin freekick ! HAHA! n then to add salt to togo's wounds. ahn jung hwan scored another from outside the box courtesy of a deflection off a togo player. Hihi hiHI so bottomline, one for asia n the yellow skinned homosapiens on earth hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115021119291078818?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115021119291078818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115021119291078818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115021119291078818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115021119291078818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-for-asia.html' title='One for Asia !'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-115012929045383437</id><published>2006-06-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:21:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts</title><content type='html'>1. should i or should i not do it? think about it later this week..&lt;br /&gt;2. japan fuggin lost larh! stupid aussies played better.  so wat can i say?&lt;br /&gt;3. i wanna watch the italy v ghana game. cuz well, its italy!&lt;br /&gt;4. i really need to start studyin. But as history proves, i never do.&lt;br /&gt;5. my room is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;6. i wanna play football.&lt;br /&gt;7. i wanna get new boots.&lt;br /&gt;8. need to go shopping ade. clothes are starting to worn out. buden lazy&lt;br /&gt;9. im feelin comfortable lying on my tummy on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;10. i hope i can stay up til the match starts n then keep awake to watch the match&lt;br /&gt;11. contemplating skippin class 2mrw! hahaha jkjk&lt;br /&gt;12. must pass 1st yr n then go on to get at least a 2nd upper n do my BAR.&lt;br /&gt;13. gona miss smth soon.&lt;br /&gt;14. really wanna play wid a football now. im dribbling shadows in my room now!&lt;br /&gt;15. i dun need a shower cuz i jz had one.&lt;br /&gt;16. i wished i had a dog.&lt;br /&gt;17. i wished i had wings!&lt;br /&gt;18. i hav brown eyes?! LOLz&lt;br /&gt;19. my brain is just cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;20. im gettin tired n sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;21. fuck this la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-115012929045383437?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/115012929045383437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=115012929045383437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115012929045383437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/115012929045383437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-thoughts.html' title='my thoughts'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114999940767836585</id><published>2006-06-11T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:17:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweden sweden sweden</title><content type='html'>ive DECIDED to keep a close eye on Sweden's progress in the W-Cup. Ermz in other words i'll be gunning for em. Fug Holland n Italy d hahaa. A change of heart. Sweden hav good players who'll be pretty fun to watch ie. Ljungberg, Ibrahimovic, Larsson, Mellberg, Allback, Edman n a few otherz. Plus their not a tournament fav to go all the way.. Which makes it more interesting HUhUhu! *smilessss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tht doesnt mean im not keepin another eye on France tho hihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114999940767836585?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114999940767836585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114999940767836585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114999940767836585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114999940767836585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweden-sweden-sweden.html' title='sweden sweden sweden'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114996574050662913</id><published>2006-06-11T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:55:40.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKING DECISIONS</title><content type='html'>Its needless to say. Life is about making &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine living a life without having to make any &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;. Is it even possible? VERY UNLIKELY id say.. Some would say a pampered person MIGHT be able to live without having to make any REAL &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldnt even bother taking that into account. My take on it would be that if YOU dont make any real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; in life. You've probably not even begun to live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; would be like to wake up in the morning, gettin ready,  taking a shower, cleaning up your room. While big &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; would probably mean like a career change, gettin married, buying a house? lolz. Maybe those are too big &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;.. Maybe choosing a career path would already be a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;. Then again, its the individual.. How he sees things, what he thinks is really important in life. An ass might think his sexual organs are his most important assets in this world while a devoted husband might think his family are his most important thing in this world. With that, the ass would rather sacrifice his family instead of his penis for eg while the devoted husband wud rather lose his penis than his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at yourself. Surely you would have made tons of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions &lt;/span&gt;in life. Take a moment n look back. Its quite nice to think that you've got urself all this way and getting it your way because you know u made those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna be even more &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; for us humans to make. It may not change the world but it surely paves the way to wateva it is that's next in our life. YEsirEE! Really our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; are nothing but a reflection of our ownselves. Its wat makes us unique. Now, Ive got a few &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; to make haha.. to name one, going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;SO GO OUT N MAKE A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;DECISION&lt;/span&gt; FOOL! ITS UR FUGGIN LIFE IM TALKIN BOUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ps: i use the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;decision(s)&lt;/span&gt; 15 times in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114996574050662913?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114996574050662913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114996574050662913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114996574050662913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114996574050662913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/making-decisions_11.html' title='MAKING DECISIONS'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114985397212832451</id><published>2006-06-09T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:52:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Cup of Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/250px-Fifa_germany_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/250px-Fifa_germany_2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;y 2&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Deutschlanddddd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All FootBall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;junkies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;puns&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;fanatics&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;haters&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;players&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;coaches&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex-players&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;journalists&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The world relates to FooOOooTball n after 4 yrs the World Cup is back yall! Now in Germany WooHoooo! My single regret is not being able to watch the games from the stands in a German stadium! Oh heck. Im jz so fexcited now! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woho Woho WohOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All yall get ur &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;drums n banjos OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its time to celebrateee wid some brasil n mexicano flavaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; this one month of footie peeps... i noe i AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUaHAHHAHAa France alldawayyyy. Mr. Henry to be top scorer haha! fuck england ... *spits*&lt;br /&gt;Besides France Im gunning for the Czech Republic n a few European teams n not to mention ALL THE UNDERDOGS n Asian teams esp Japan.. Shunsuke Nakamura rawkz!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/07_france.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/07_france.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ole OlE OLE OlEEEEEE OleEE oLEee!! *goes down on knees n clenches fists* *punches the air* hehehe jz fuckin excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114985397212832451?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114985397212832451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114985397212832451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114985397212832451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114985397212832451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/cup-of-life.html' title='the Cup of Life!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114973501583942771</id><published>2006-06-08T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:11:59.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w-cup feverrrr taking its toll? YES? NO?</title><content type='html'>- Im typing this post from the Taylor's Coll SJ Library - *edited* n from Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up LATE again... for the fourth time in a row this week! Shit la.. Class was at 9.30 and i oni reached the coll gate at 9.50! HAHA... decided i had no choice but to skip the Crim class which i DID NOT prepare for n instead go to the library n look up some stuff for Nuisance in Tort. Yeah, I've done really close to nth in the library so far. Wish me luck. Will be going for GPL in 15 mins time. LOL! Oh shucks.. we've got a personal tutor tutee thing going on with Sujata after class... ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, like every other day rushing to coll i had to use the Kesas which also means i hav to pay RM1.60 for the toll plaza. Well, it has been made wayyyy more convenient wid Smart Tag lol. So jz before i reached the Toll Plaza i got my Smart Tag out n was tryin to fix it to my windscreen. After tryin for a while i dropped it n then scrambled to pick it up from the driver's mat. Little did i notice tht the stupid touch n' go card came out from the Smart Tag. I stuck the Smart Tag to my windscreen (w/o the Touch n' Go).. Got into the toll n did NOT slow down. HuHuHu.. N i expected the crossbar thingie to go down alil then back up.. But it did NOT! why? i wasnt yet quite sure.. I was half way thru the thing, roughly 5 metres n still ive not slowed down the car. N jz then it hit me. I then jammed on my brakes or Emergency brako systemo! i stopped jz b4 the crossbar.. Stunned! agaIn ! then i looked at my stopid Smart Tag. HAHAHA... where's the card? The alarm was sounding n i looked back to see if the driver behind me was stunned or not. But i didnt see any car directly behind me but i did see one which was approachin. He got alil too close n his Smart Tag got the sensors n lifted the thing. I FLEW AWAY! haha... so guys, this is how u escape the toll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left SJ at about 3 today. Got back home n slept till 8pm. DAMN.. better get going wid my Tort Tute... CIaooozz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114973501583942771?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114973501583942771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114973501583942771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114973501583942771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114973501583942771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/w-cup-feverrrr-taking-its-toll-yes-no.html' title='w-cup feverrrr taking its toll? YES? NO?'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114968960922165721</id><published>2006-06-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:13:29.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIOLENT Malaysian Motorists!!</title><content type='html'>wahlauWeY!! jz posted stopid msian motorists n now this? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Drivin back from Uni today i was up on a flyover heading to Pyramid le. Then there was this old Civic right in front of me going bout 90kmph. N there were motorcyclists at the side further ahead. SO it wud be sensible oni for me to get this guy to move to the left in order to get infront of him. So i DID NOT tailgate him. I came like 3 metres to the back of this ugly civic. N he started brakin! brakin! brakin! to shake me off.. So i moved further behind la. THEN, he moved to the left... N took out a friggin .. WAIT, wat u call those locks for the steering wheel again? oh well, i'll jz call it the steering wheel lock(SWL). The ass took his SWL out n held it out wid his right hand from his window. So i was like WTF?! i honestly tot the ass was gonna trash my car u noe?! HAHAHA ... so i moved to the side n tilted my head up like "WTF?" .. n he tilted his head too. AHH fuck him, i zoomed off incase i smack into a traffic jam n this pyscho comes out n tried smth scary! YES. It really shocked me. PYSCHO DRIVERS !! He didnt bother tryin to keep up, so THANK THE GOD OF ROAD SAFETY !! phewzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, everyone is workin hard now. N the minute i got home i napped. Its 10pm now n ive yet to do any studyin!! siggh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OuTtO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114968960922165721?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114968960922165721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114968960922165721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114968960922165721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114968960922165721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/violent-malaysian-motorists.html' title='VIOLENT Malaysian Motorists!!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114961020088485150</id><published>2006-06-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:22:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>StoooPid Malaysian Motorists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i dedicate this post to my Cow fren, wait, i mean fren, Cow who cracks me Up eVery Now &amp; tHen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right today i had to send my sis to Bangsar for tuition. N i figured it wud be the normal routine le.. 20mins there.. 30mins back. HAHA i was so "RIGHT"! so left the house n pump-ted petrol into my car's petrol tank n bought some snacks at my sis's expense for the journey to Bangsar... On the way to Bangsar some stupid ass Kenari jz wont let me cut into the highway... Soh Hai so i used the emergency lane all the way to get infront of the queue.. Haihs... Then later, on the fast lane the stupid Kenari came again... Tailgating me as if i cud move my car anywhere... We were all going at 80kmph man.. wat u expect me to do man? Fly arh? Putras cant mafuckin fly man! oh wait.. Kenari is a mafuckin bird rite? Ur car shud be the one doing the flying so why u fuckin tailgatin me la bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bangsar, i was about to stop behind this Wira at the T-junction. God! He wanted to turn left n i wanted to turn right... N the lane was enuf for oni two cars to go side-by-side.. He had to emergency brake n mahai he stopped in the middle of the lane... So i cudent mafuckin go to the right side of the lane eventho it was clear all the wayyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped my sis off n got back to my car. NOW.. its the journey back home. Comin out of this place in Bangsar, i had to cut to the far right of the road after comin out of this junction. N i had to cut quick cuz i had to take this turn to the right which isnt far from the junction tht i come out from. Machan! wid my skills no problem la i thought. After cuttin all the way... Just one more lane to cut into! but this stopid Kembara bitch wait bastard wunt lemme in. WHY? thts probably the question of the fuckin millennium. U shud probably likened it to the previous question of the millennium "why did the chicken cross the road?". Ppl will come out wid the dumbest of answers n yes, THERE IS NO ANSWER. i think a person who even bothers answerin it is stupid. SO yeah, the kembara man wont lemme cut in. N i was holding back traffic at the back of me cuz this ass wont lemme in. My car was stuck in btwn both lanes ... half here n half there lol. Traffic was pilling at the back of my car's ass n it was clear in front. wHY? cuz the stupid machan fuckin pundek of a bastard child kembara bitch ass wont fuckin lemme cut infront of his machan sohai chat kembara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i gave in n let the stupid Kembara go. Managed to cut in cuz i saw a gi-normous Metrobus at the back... HUHUHU.. damn chat scarry wei. So, i FINALLY got into the lane. N there is a traffic light. Now to help u picture it. There were two lanes here waiting at the traffic light n i was probably like.... 100 metres away from the traffic light n it took me 30 friggin minutes to reach the traffic light! HOWZAT u ask?! cuz we hav stupid bus drivers in our fucked country. This stopid bus drivers COULDNT GIVE  3 fucks about other drivers on the road. The bloody metrobus tried to cut in from the left jz before the traffic light. HAIYORH! n he didnt bother bout the Gen-2 tht was waiting helplessly for the traffic light to turn green. Bitch! he jz cut in oni .. N some other machan drivers tagged behind the bus n made the traffic congestion even WORST! i was driving at the far right so i shudnt affect me ... BUT NOOOoOO.. those on the left side started cuttin in to the right ! brilliant !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic light green n i was about to turn right.. This useless son of a female dawg driving an Unser cudnt keep to his side of the lane ... Pushin me further to the outside of the road while we were turnin into the other lane! MACHAN FUCK! not like i didnt haf enuf shit on the road today la sohai Unser.. I ended up slowin into the turnin like .. reallll slow. Then went we got onto the otherside ... he tried to cut infront of me! haiyahhhhh fuck. N he bullied my Putra cuz his sohai Unser is like an armoured truck. give way oni la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i drive fast n all. N sometimes it may be dangerous to the passengers in my car n me.. n for tht matter, even those around me. But i am safe in the sense i follow traffic rules n regulations except the speed limit. I watch out for cars n i may not alwiz giff way to other cars BUT if its for the sake of helpin to smoothen the traffic i WILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, on the highway back home.. Two lanes.. N i was speeding down the fast lane so ppl will make way for me. Then i reached this kancil bitch. So i did the usual la, keep full throttle until bout 20 metres away i start slowing down to make it look as if im gonna hit ur ass. HAHA ! but this brave ass kancil bitch didnt budge.. So i ended up tailgating her for 2km! why??? I CUDENT cut to the left either. We were goign at 90kmph.. Please lady .. MOVE! ure hoggin the roadddd... wen i saw alil space btwn her car n the car on the slow lane i quickly swerved in n flashed her eyes till they popped out. SO ANNOYING LARH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might drive fast BUT i give way to ppl K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoz i came across this HOT car last nite. nismo 350z. FUuuh! 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M short shifter&lt;br /&gt;JIC FLT-A2 Full Suspension Kit&lt;br /&gt;Rotora, 6 piston front brakes(red) with 14inch Crossdrilled/Slotted Rotors&lt;br /&gt;AND 4piston rear brakes(red) with 14inch Crossdrilled/slotted rotors&lt;br /&gt;NX switch panel(future NX intercooler sprayer) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114961020088485150?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114961020088485150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114961020088485150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114961020088485150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114961020088485150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/stooopid-malaysian-motorists.html' title='StoooPid Malaysian Motorists'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114958106745934944</id><published>2006-06-06T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:04:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SomE RandOm Pix FroM mY hanDphOne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/01-12-05_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/01-12-05_0033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sittin on the bed. Playin the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/28-05-06_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/28-05-06_0124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Bangsar)Ming Hon on the phone wid his chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/28-05-06_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/28-05-06_0127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Bangsar)My taiko, Naveen..LOL. puffin away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/28-05-06_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/28-05-06_0125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Bangsar)It says: Ground floor 1 jug beer RM25 all nite long 1st floor ladies nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/28-05-06_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/28-05-06_0123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Bangsar)Beers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/28-03-06_1917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/28-03-06_1917.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Putra sittin in the porch on one of those hazy days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/18-12-05_1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/18-12-05_1446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, half-naked in a hotel room last yr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/03-06-06_2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/03-06-06_2138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Im playing some CS in Inferno.. of curz im dead or else i wunt bother taking a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/04-12-05_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/04-12-05_1317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamborghini Gallardo. Saw this fine ass in a PD drift i attended last yr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114958106745934944?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114958106745934944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114958106745934944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114958106745934944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114958106745934944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-random-pix-from-my-handphone.html' title='SomE RandOm Pix FroM mY hanDphOne!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114950807839316708</id><published>2006-06-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:53:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>machan holidays are oveR!!!</title><content type='html'>STRESS. word of the mafuckin day. WHY? 3 assessments due next month. I think we hav non-assessed shit which im not sure bout. Mocks early next month. Havent studied shit. Yes the word is studied btw and not revision. Cuz ive been day dreamin during lectures n all. AHaHa Fshit.&lt;br /&gt;So i entered Tort lecture fashionably late AGAIN. I think i must hav done it so many times now i shud get some award for best Late student or smth. Issh... sat alone during lecture. haha ... But tht wasnt the highlight of the mafuckin day. It was my HAIR!... I decided to pull my hair all back like a mafia since ive never done it before. LOL had to use so much gel+wax cuz my hair is so fstubborn! wELL, its not as if no one noticed u noe. Evryone fperson noticed my hair n it was like the joke of the century! LOL well it was and it is.. stupid hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contract lecturer, Sunitha is on MC for two days.. WOHOO! tht means we didnt hav lecture n wont hav tute 2mrw. HAHA! Had brkfast in Cabana. N the godamn fried rice had so much garlic i cudent eat it anymore. YUCKS! n then wen i got a refill for my tehOice.. machan! got 2 mafuckin insects! shitz. Went to JS and played some CS ... after tht went to pay my fees n OH went to the library for like 20 mins. Borrowed a book n saw da girls doing notes! OMG... time for me to buck up man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enuf about wat i did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very diff sometimes wat ppl thought of me THEN and wat ppl see me as NOW. dun get me wrong im not saying the same ppl see me diff now. Its the new ppl i mix wid now. This past 2 yrs hav been wtf change of lifestyle. Guess im a way nicer guy now compared to b4. N im seeing things in a diff light. Meeting diff types of asses n ppl. Guess its just diff n i haf to learn to adapt like a mafuckin predator! WOoOooOO!! andrew the predator of the amazon! ROAR ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, if ure reading this post. I think its a BAD idea for me to blog on ure blog .. HAHA ppl want a girl postin noT a guy!! guess u got alota guy readers who wanna kao u OR u hav alota girlfrens who wanna BE u OR wanna LESBO wid u. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKeY. Andrew -outto-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114950807839316708?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114950807839316708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114950807839316708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114950807839316708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114950807839316708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/machan-holidays-are-over.html' title='machan holidays are oveR!!!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114943188478213726</id><published>2006-06-04T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:38:04.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global warminG</title><content type='html'>People its so fkin HOT nowadays.. and NO, its not cause andrew is walkin around or the number of chicks in Malaysia are increasing. ITS THE WEATHER! YO! stop burnin rubbish or doing stuff tht causes the friggin ozone layer to thin. Mafuckers i swear i will hunt u down n burn u up myself. Its gonna ultimately lead to disaster yall. Its global warming yall... The ice is gonna melt n the sea level is gonna rise. We will all die. Think about hw the tsunami affected us. Imagine global warming... My bet is its gona be 100 times worst then a tsunami man. Think about our children.. The future, their future, the future of the fuckin human race bitch. We hav to do our friggin part or God is gonna let u burn in hell. YEAH! he will. Thts the oni way its gonna hit u guys right? If u guys arent considerate mafuckers u guys hav to be at least God-fearing ppl rite?! SO PLS ! HELP EARTH N THE HUMAN RACE... heal the worldddd . make it a better place.. for u n for me n the entire human race? OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. besides global warming. My hair has been having a torrid time. BTW HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY SIS! yeah... went to get a haircut today. Got a mafuckin shit cut. Jay's had to be closd .. so i went to this other place. N MY GAWD! i got some orangish brown color . I shudnt hav just said ' i want dark brown color'... Such a badddd move. The other hairstylists were staring at me. So its quite bad. Here are some pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am stoning... from the side to hav a side preview la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_2284.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_2287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_2287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another butt crack pic  yall. Slightly closer this time.  Cant see the  color of the hair tho. BUt i swear its friggin orangish brown in reality man.  Fuckin lala. OMG OMG!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/100_2265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 177px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/100_2265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story: Alwiz go back to ur normal stylist and help stop GLoBal WarMing man.. Its Not as if Malaysia is any cooler !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114943188478213726?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114943188478213726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114943188478213726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114943188478213726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114943188478213726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/global-warming.html' title='Global warminG'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114933317325294858</id><published>2006-06-03T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:12:53.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men n my hometown</title><content type='html'>Ystrdy went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; again. Early this time n i had to make the morning call to steph instead. We agreed to wake up at 8am ! not bad not bad.. Lolz. When i got to Sj i noticed Steph's car wasnt around yet. WooooOOo this time im earlier ! HAHA. Parked my car in S.Square n on the way walkin out i noticed my hp was off. Got a msg from Nic n Steph. Nic was on his way to Cabana to meet us n Steph said she was gona be late cuz she had tummy ache. Met Nic by coincidence n we headed for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabana&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;STEPH WAS LATE!&lt;/span&gt; n i counted to 505 so tht makes u 505-100 = 405 seconds late! N as promised i was going to hav a heavy breakfast.. I ordered BIG fried rice n was still hungry.. So i ordered another dish, Spicy Saucage which sux. Ended up givin it to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;cats&lt;/span&gt;! (God, jot this down in my good deeds book!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did alil tiny bitty bit of studyin. Talked to a senior.  Then Nic, Steph n I headed for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megamall&lt;/span&gt;. Nic was supposed to meet up wid his cousins while i suggested we watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;X-Men tiga&lt;/span&gt;! So we got our bums there after some traffic congestion n all. Phewz. Nic n his cousins cudent stay around too long so they ended up not watchin X-Men. Got the tickets, did some shoppin(only Steph applies here), met Nadia in Topshop n left 4 da Cinema. Movie was at 2.50 n while we were buyin Popcorn n drinks I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gayman&lt;/span&gt;! Uh-OH ... so tht means Yr2 is around. Fuck tht we pretended we didnt see em. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Those who have NOT WATCHEd X-men ... DON'T read this followin paragraph !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/x-3%20%28small%20one%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 286px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/x-3%20%28small%20one%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was the best of the 3 X-Men movies larh. This one is definitely going to get those Marvel Comic addicts crying. LOL! Damn, Cyclops died after only 5mins. Prof Charles Xavier died too! WTF.. its probably to make the fight on the X-Men's part more emotionally packed? N Jean Grey aka Phoenix oso died after killin her lover n mentor! DAMN LARH! But it was certainly quite stupid, funny n kewl. I liked it lerh, Im not sure if u guys do. But this one certainly shocked me.. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later i rushed back to Sj using the NPE cuz i was suppose to head back to JB, hometown!! Lord noes y my dad chosed tht time to go.. Damn spontaneous. Must be the family asking for money larh! Hmmm.. Just to let u guys noe, my dad's family is really topsy-turvy n all larh. U want a good example of how to screw up ur million-dollar-business or destroy ur family, come n take a look at mine. Now my uncles are borrowin money here n there. Some cheated on their wives. U noe, i hav this uncle who is a player even at his age la. Pity his wife n children ya noe. They used to be millionaires n he fucked it ALL UP ! money n family down the drain. This is how sucky it is. I pity the kidz the most... Bcoz of al this crap i dun really look 4ward to CNY as much as others do. But im also not saying all of them are like that. But a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihz... Anywayz this trip got me thinkin alil la. It somehow got me to the thing about people n their individuality. Everyone is different. What u think? There is always something inside us tht makes me diff.. Im talkin more then just differentiating nice guys n bad guys... more like nice guys n nice guys here. Really detailed stuff tht makes us different! Steph said i shudnt look for the stereotype. I guess ure right here. How often do u see someone who is a complete replicate of another? Even u do meet one. Ure bound to find tht there are alot of distinct differences in individuality.. U might find someone who reminds u of this person or tht.. But they r never the same person. NEVER LARH K! hahaha... if u do then one must be a fake ass la pretending to be someone he/she is not. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokiez. Im bored now. Back in My RooM. WooHOO! buden no plans.. Someone call me out now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114933317325294858?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114933317325294858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114933317325294858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114933317325294858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114933317325294858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/x-men-n-my-hometown.html' title='X-Men n my hometown'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114917362056300035</id><published>2006-06-01T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:53:40.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kazual law deenah and the pea-pol over There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So on Monday there was this casual law dinner thing for the law f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;aculty. BTW our law faculty comprises of the Yr2, Yr 1 ( Cohort 1 and Cohort 2 ). Yr 2 n Yr 1 Cohort 1 hav jz finished while we Cohort 2's are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; still in midst of finding our place in the world of Uni (some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;of us actually). So prior to the dinner, Kat took on the res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ponsibility of passing the word bout the dinner. N i distinctively rememberd tellin her in my text msg " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;if more than half the class goes, I will g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;." N yeah, u guess it. Only 6 ppl turned up which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; includes me! So Kat kinda fooled me into going le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;tho she didnt tell me anything. Silence still amoun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ts to a positive act here. HahAHA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anywhoz, hours before the dinner. There was a massive flood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;near my place. IT WAS SO SCARY! u c, i dun drive a jeep or pajero of some sort but a Putra. So yea, my car is quite the low larh. I was ramming my car all th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;e way out of paranoia tht my water might masuk my exhaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;t or engine. I managed to get out of the friggin scary flood wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;d my car intact... Phews. However some water did go in to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ome part of my engine bay .. making some crickety sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;OMG ! but it later died down la. [this problem here shall be discussed later in the post]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;... Back to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casual Law Dinner at Tgif, Parade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Howkay, then after al the flood n engine bay sounds i eventually got my ass going to subang parade where the thing was suppose to be. Heck, i wore a dark blue button down shirt, normal pants n normal shoes. HahA. Parked across the road n went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;in to Parade. There i met nic n steph. Joined in by Kat, Huiy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ing n Emily. The thing started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; off alright la. I frankly didnt wanna be there after i saw oni 6 from my class were there. However, we did eventually go in and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; ended up sittin on the table near the entrance ( psst : anti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;-social! ). The whole thing was kewl larh cuz the guys wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;e real friendly. Oh, did i mention, Michelle a yr 2-rian pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;sed papers to us so we cud post questions n give em to th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;e other students in the faculty. Lame! lol.. Then we took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;plenty of picz n i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;swear Yr2 is weird !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is a pic of Nic-Steph-Me! The only decent pic i took the whole day .. Forgif me 4 not being photogenic larh... haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/steph-nic-andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/steph-nic-andrew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Right here are the girls from my Class.. (huiying-steph-emily-catwoman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/112aeyg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/112aeyg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to wat i said bout &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yr2&lt;/span&gt; being weird! They hav a complicated hot chick, a guy who is a psycho in my own terms and a Homo. So we talk about Homos nowdyz like they've been integrated into society as normal ppl ? Yeah, it still comes across as freaky to lotz of ppl. Btw i shall disclose all their names here. I dun wanna fuck up their rep hahaaha. So this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gay guy&lt;/span&gt; in Yr2 sat at our table and thankfully he didnt sit next to me BUT he sat next to poor Nicholas. Lol. Yes! U probably guessed it, Nicholas was sodo-ed front n back , side to side , up n down ! We cudent help laffing at the gay guy's antics! i held up a book to pretend i didnt see wat was going on lol. My good heart told me to drag Nicholas to the loo wid me to save him from the clutches of the Evil Gay Ass... He is real sexy btw. I think Genesis has the hotz for him! hahahaa.. He catwalks n his voice, Uhh ... So deep n sexy! MeEeOwwwW ! *scratch*. Then we hav &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;psycho boys&lt;/span&gt; who boast bout being kewl n shit. Now this is the stereotype guys which i really hate! This ass tried to kiss a fren of mine ! Luckily he didnt try to do anymore... To add to that attempted kiss, he shouted at her on another occasion.. tellin her to put on a muzzle the next time he goes out. LOL. all bcoz she raised her voice? Hmm... Tell me u psycho, how is a muzzle gona stop someone from raising their voice? Muzzles dont work on humans btw.  Lemme tell u smth psycho boy. There are 3 meaning to the word muzzle, 1. an animals mouth n nose part larh 2. the device used to cover a dog's muzzle to prevent it from biting 3. to prevent someone from 'expressin' their opinions in public. She didnt voice an opinion u idiot! use the right expressions man! Ok, now im done wid psycho guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shall move on to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; hot-girls-that-come-to-ur-table-and-say-HI-to-look-nice-and-check-u-out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-only-to-give-u-a-fucking-bitchy face-later&lt;/span&gt;. Right, this hot chick from Yr2 came to our table n said Hi, so it seemed as if she was real friendly. Later, (steph u said u cud swear she checked me out wen she crossed the table!!) she checks me out.. Steph might hav a word on this though ahahaha... And then she acts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SUPER BITCHIFIED VAGINAL RESPIRATION NOSE FLARING&lt;/span&gt; wid us juniors. She never turned round wen we talked to the group she was wid, pretending as if we weren't even there! Oh well... Let it beee.... Btw, they're lotz of rumors bout her.. So she's super duper pyscho complicated too ! ahaha ... YR 2 is fucked in tht sense !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tht was about it for that nite... Steph, Nic n I visited the taylor's library agian today ... Studied alil bit.. I was really restless .. HAHA ! sorry yarh. N we ended up talking btw! interesting topics we were discussing too .. So it didnt turn out THAT bad !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ANywHoz ... Brain Jam Now ! UNTIL NEXT TIME PEEEEEPZ...&lt;br /&gt;oh my car cracked up on me jz b4 i left to the library.. But wen i got back it was alright ! My Putra must be sick ade... haihzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114917362056300035?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114917362056300035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114917362056300035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114917362056300035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114917362056300035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/06/kazual-law-deenah-and-pea-pol-over.html' title='kazual law deenah and the pea-pol over There'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114875660099001514</id><published>2006-05-28T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:10:38.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday Nite ...</title><content type='html'>whokay peeps. So i figured today might b quite boring ... cuz it has been quite boring this past few weekz la. Pool, jalal .. 12am .. Bye bye . Tht was a routine 4 smtime wid d tmn desa groupie. N it was gettin quite ... (yawnzzz). So we start the story .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepin soundly in the evenin n i suddenly got a phone call on my handphone. Buden i was too tired to pick it up .. so i continued to sleep. Rite, 2 minutes later, i got a phonecall on the housephone. So NO choice but to pick it up since my sis already picked it up. LOL. 'who is it? (groggy voice)' 'ur fren, Gajen'... So yeah, ive not met Gajen in like, i duno la.. ages. So it was a fuckin surpriz to get a phonecall from him. n i agreed to kick ball in taman desa wif the rest of the machas whom ive not met in ages TOO . played some kick ball wid some pauses bcoz of the rain/thunder/lightnin. the ol machas were:- minghon, naveen, dave, loga, gajen, err ME? n we had some new company wid alvin n colin. So futbol was kewl n fun. Some male bonding here, n some male bonding thereee... HAha. The sudden futbol meet-up after so long cud be bcoz of the footbol fever i guess? anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL BINDS PEOPLE TOGETHER!! n its so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THeN, we headed for neelas to hav Dinner right. N we had shitloads of laffter like the ol dayz la. Went back home to shower n went to Brewball to fooz. I tell u i m becomin worst n foos day by day. I think im gona quit soon man. Stick to pool. So in brewball were rhubs, nave, colin, minghon, alvin n I. but we didnt hang around very long. we left at bout 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAtEr we adjourned to Bangsar. So afta 30mins of lookin for a fuckin parkin lot i decided to park jz outside an alley near Castle. The plan was to get jugs. Unfortunately we werent in a very good financial situation so we ended up buyin oni 2 jugs n sharin it among 5 guys n NOT going up to Castle to club. How GAY! then the normal cuci mata n cock talkin. We oso somehow met Loga n Omar who were apparently takin a tour de bangsar!? owright, colin n alvin left the scene of crime at boutttt 1am or so leavin minghon, nave n i to sip on ur precious beerz. Fuck, so after we downd the beers we decided to take a walk round Bangsar. HAHAHA cuz we were broke mafakaz!! nave flicked a choc bar from 7 11 .. lol dude has done it so many timez the cops shud put him in the lockup for life. after the walk we headed back outside castle in hope of seeing some fine ass ladyz. THANK U GOD FOR NOT LETTIN US GO UP CASTLE WID OUR EMPTY POCKETS ! cuz it was 2, n it was a bloody cock-fest! the ratio of guys to girls was probably 15-1. Mahai. N there werent any chics. WHAt HAppeN to thE finE ASSES ? we even saw mafuckin TRANVESTITES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i left while minghon n nave departed on the earliest flight to brewball to foos again. LOL .. OH WELL, gnite peeps .. pics might be uploaded la 4rm my hp if im not too lazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114875660099001514?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114875660099001514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114875660099001514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114875660099001514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114875660099001514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-saturday-nite.html' title='Another Saturday Nite ...'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114853939533158636</id><published>2006-05-25T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:33:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Shall Triumph Over The Fakes!</title><content type='html'>HAHAhahaHAaha ... wat did I tell u? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katherine McPeeAndShitIsSmelly LOST to Taylor Hicks&lt;/span&gt;, the new American Idol! Although i must admit its weird to see him get it, cuz to me he doesnt look like American Idol material le. Chris shud haf won it la, he was kewl and he rocks! Oh well, the fake(Kath McPhee) lost ..BOOhOO !  this just goes to show that u should stay true to yerself. N i feel oni Simon Cowell is the credible judge of the 3. Randy is erm alright la, his comments aren't all tht reliable. Paula luvs everyone and over uses her phrases- ultimately u shouldnt bother bout her comments. While, Simon Cowell may be mean, but i definitely think he has a sharp ear and wat he says seems to alwiz be true altho it can be a tad bit sinister smtimes. Before the final he said tht he thinks Taylor is the fav n who wud hav tot that? But guess who won? Besides, his comments are true n reliable larh! so the American public shudnt BOO him all the time, cuz he speaks the truth ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuf of that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So a lesson to Fake Asses N Pretenderz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i wanna mention here is the way ppl form ideas bout others in society. Take for eg a middle-class educated American who judges all Muslims to be evil. I came across this, so its no bull. This guy is all Hallelujah the world n all, but thats kewl cuz his Christian but wat irritated me was the way he condemned Islam. Dun get me wrong im not Muslim. So im not being bias here. He had a post about Sept 11, n there he cursed n cursed the Muslims in the world like they were a plague!? NOW NOW, he has to realise tht ther are the Extremists who r the ones doing this. N yes they may appear to be like a plague, hurting innocent ppl. But do not point it to the whole Muslim community! Now, innocent Muslims r being targeted. Not too long ago, i heard tht a Punjabi man was shot bcooz some idiot thought he was a terrorist. WHY?? because he had a friggin beard. Tell me, isit just to do smth like tht ? to react to these terrorist acts like that ? These asses hav stooped to the level of the terrorists by attackin n segregating Muslims..!! Its terrible .. But there are of curz those who understand its not the Muslims but those misdirectd Muslims who r the ones responsible.. So gif a round of applause for this smart whitemen who arent quick to point fingers!! And back to tht guy who posted those sensitive religious attacks. He even resorted to pointing out flags of Muslim nations n saying stuff bout it havin Christian influence n all. wth?! swt' .. This guy must be a real dick in reality larh. No offence to Christians ! its jz these ppl im condemning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The world needs some cleansing y'all ! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114853939533158636?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114853939533158636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114853939533158636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114853939533158636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114853939533158636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-shall-triumph-over-fakes.html' title='The Good Shall Triumph Over The Fakes!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114848134514273557</id><published>2006-05-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:02:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.A.K.E.R.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/1600/fake.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 236px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4862/3023/320/fake.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive jz finished watchin the american idol finale n i must say im pretty darn happy! Its a watch wid ure family thing larh. N what made me so HAPPY ? This is what " if we assume it was even. Then I'd say u've jz won the competition ", i quote from Mr. Simon Cowell to American Idol finalist, Taylor Hicks. YEAH i noe alot of u were probably gunnin for Katherine McPeeOnMyHead. NAH, its not tht i like Taylor, infact i was gunnin for rocker Chris but he was kicked out (DAMN rockers cant go far in this Idol crap).  So, why am i gunnin for Taylor to win? Cuz i dun like Kath McPee's attitude. As far as im concerned she's a FAKE n she's really pretentious! her smile, winks, eye contact, etc is SO fake !! nvm the pretty face peeps. N damn, she cant take criticism le... previously on the show she was like, "u guys haf been really hard on me this few weeks.." . face it McPeeONmyAss, u didnt perform so u get the criticisms larh! Anyways, its not important really who wins. She's fake from head to toe... n thts my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the word FAKERS.&lt;br /&gt;The dictionary's definition of faker is a person who makes deceitful pretenses.&lt;br /&gt;My definition of faker is a person/ass who behaves in a manner to deceive persons in society of their true character, usually to appear more superior to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLz. Look everywhere la, u haf mudafukin fake asses!! tellin shit bout ppl n blowin their trumpets all to climb up the popularity ladder... Bimbonicness, Asses, Fakers, Bitchess.. etc wateva u call it! isit pere pressure tht makes these ppl resort to hiding behind masks? I think its becomin real big now to try to be smth ure not, its become so bad even Pink is addressin it in her song "stupid girl(s)".. ITS FULL Of SHIT ! n im not sayin girls .. guys too . fuckin posers!! get a fuckin life. This thing has gotten so massive its on Oprah Winfrey y'all. Pink was on Oprah talkin bout bimbos n "stupid girls". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i think this is gettin a lil nasty towards girls so im gona shift it alil to the guys now. So now guys think their macho n players u c. So they go around tellin shit bout ppl (like bitches?) n boastin bout being "G" .. lol .. too many G rap in their brains la i guess?! im not sayin all bimbos n Gangstas n PLayas or wtv are fakes! NooOOOO of curz there are the genuine ... its just SOME who talk trash tht pisses me off... yea, there are alot out there . Another thing, u noe, i tot oni girls like to bitch/backstab. But now its becomin smth of a trend for dicks to bitch? Whats tht ? guys bitchin ? sounds girlie huh? i duno man. wat shud i call it ? Vaginal infection arh ? lol .. The world is fucked la. No wonder ppl are talkin bout Armageddon. Pundek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thts all la. ive gotta say So ppl, dun be fake. Be ur"F"self. Cuz at the end of the day, u'd want ppl to like u for who u reali are. Nerds stay nerdy( if u wnna be) .. G's stay G's ( if u wanna be) ... itz ur choice , just dun be FAKE! ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114848134514273557?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114848134514273557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114848134514273557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114848134514273557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114848134514273557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/05/fakers.html' title='F.A.K.E.R.S'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114846617749974227</id><published>2006-05-24T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:22:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenal sign Tomas Rosicky</title><content type='html'>Tom Rosicky has been announced as Arsene Wenger's first summer signing .. The Czech superstar was signed from Borussia Dortmund for an undisclosed fee, which sources claim to be around 7mil pounds . Who cares how much Arsenal are paying for him ? We bought a new player n he is kick ass ! Watch out Chelski, WE'RE CHAMPIONS NEXT SEASON !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to library wid steph and met varun, weehoo n nic ! didnt study much BUT at least i did smth LARH ! kinda regreted didnt do more .. anyways, last nite i was talkin to a classmate who was troubled n all. Gave him some advice n i think i certainly helped him cuz i dun think he opens up very well. Altho its obvious he wants to open up to someone n pour his emotions n tots. Hopefully i led him to the right path larh .. n its good to help dudez out cuz u feel good bout yerself ! hahaa ... name of person will be disclosed !&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he said smth pretty interesting , he likened our conversation to urmzz .. " having beer online n a psychiatric session ! " LOLZ ... imaginative y'all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF STORY : Study hard , help out the needy n lost , n most of all , BE AN GOONER n SUPPORT the gunners ! YEAHHHHH !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114846617749974227?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114846617749974227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114846617749974227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114846617749974227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114846617749974227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/05/arsenal-sign-tomas-rosicky.html' title='Arsenal sign Tomas Rosicky'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114838643348013589</id><published>2006-05-23T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:13:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new developments on my BLOG .. music vid</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was tryin to figure out how to put music on my blog AND today after finally figuring it out ... i tot mebbe to make mine alil diff from the rest i'd put a music video instead ! LOL plus its gewd for the readers ( wen i do hav readers LOL ) cuz y'all can stop the music if it irritates u ! unlike the other blogs which hav irritatin music which loops n u cant stop it ! cheerioz mafakaz ! i fkin rock man YEAAAHh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114838643348013589?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114838643348013589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114838643348013589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114838643348013589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114838643348013589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-developments-on-my-blog-music-vid.html' title='new developments on my BLOG .. music vid'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114837633979669495</id><published>2006-05-23T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:32:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Tuesday !</title><content type='html'>nothing special bout today.. just felt as if i wasted it... AGAIN doing nth productive! so Andrew woke up today at 11am which is quite early laaa cuz his mummy pestered him to. He then reluctantly dragged his shiny ass to the bathroom to brush his teeth n take a shower! Later, he came out sparklin clean n decided to head downstairs for breakfast ! but instead waited for lunch ..  so while waiting for lunch he napped on the sofa.. At bout 12 he had his lunch ( one particular dish which is seafood tomyam tht i HANTAM kaO kaO !! )... wooHOO ! so Andrew followed up to his breakfast by going up to his study table n reading the first few pages of Contract! which wud be agreement, its objectivity n subjectivity, n O &amp;amp; A!! this were the lil topics which he later tried to attempt throughout the day!! so yeah, not very productive! At bout 12.50pm, he left the house to pick his SIS up from skewl.. convent bkt nanas in KL! so Andrew sped off to KL n zigzaged thru the traffic ! while zigzaging he got a phone call from ms.steph who urm bang-ed her car for the i-duno-how-many-millionth-time ! lolzz but apparently it wasnt her fault ! howvr she is afraid she might get in2 trouble wid her parents ! oh Andrew tot its no big deal n she shud be fine la. Sooo Andrew picked his sis up n headed back HOME ! up he went to his room n slept all the way til 5pm ... n NOW, he is attempting to read his Contract! GlUck Andrew !&lt;br /&gt;YET ANOTHER NOT SO PRODUCTIVE DAY BY ANDREW :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114837633979669495?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114837633979669495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114837633979669495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114837633979669495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114837633979669495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-tuesday.html' title='Its Tuesday !'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114829126603139914</id><published>2006-05-22T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:47:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for the 2 weeks ahead!</title><content type='html'>heyo.. so ive got like 2 weeks hols now, well not really hols la, more like reading week.. n it literally means reading week i think. Not sure la, cuz my uni is afterall THE UNIVERSITY OF READING... so it cud be THE UNI OF READING week lolz... HahA fug that la! important thing here is i have 2 weeks off n i have to make good use of it which i have not been doing ... 2 days of the hols hav past n i hav not touched a godamn book! So ive really got to get started wid my reading. To make things worst, anyone wud reckon im the furthest behind in class cuz of my laziness n procrastination on everythin!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on wednesday going to the library wid steph .. HAhaAHaHA !!  suppose to do Criminal n i hope i benefit from it . But then again, why shudnt i benefit from it rite? I mean, its not like im all gung ho hardworkin at home so at least wid steph there to PUSH me i can get smth out of my hols la. Yeah, tht reminds me. Steph was the one who kinda like encouraged me to get a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of the hols, i WILL try to make good use of it by making notes n urmz reading up ! to add to my list of work n stuff to prepare for, i have to handle the british day stuff and not to mention i got myself involved in the mooting society. But then again , all work n no play makes andrew a dull boy. HAHA so im gonna hang out still ! MUAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite here's the 2nd post ! not a meaningful one its just to blab out my intentions for this 2 weeks of hols! ciaoz peeps n ROCK on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114829126603139914?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114829126603139914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114829126603139914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114829126603139914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114829126603139914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/05/plans-for-2-weeks-ahead.html' title='Plans for the 2 weeks ahead!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527608.post-114828693470892879</id><published>2006-05-22T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:04:18.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heys.. After tryin out a few times.. Ive FINALLY settled wid blogspot.. Its still preliminary stages now with this blog but I shud be posting more soon n gettin the skins up. Hope u ppl are as excited as I am bout this shyt rite here LOL... anyways, blogging for a guy definitely has some element of gay-ness HaHAHAhaha !! so IM going to keep it real aight.. I aint gay n i am strate y'all ! anyways, cheers, to my new BLOg !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:P yeahhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527608-114828693470892879?l=fourlettaword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/feeds/114828693470892879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527608&amp;postID=114828693470892879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114828693470892879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527608/posts/default/114828693470892879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fourlettaword.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Añdrëw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15732230664744540167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
