<?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-3062156783372811031</id><updated>2011-10-20T08:59:36.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody Of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-3307196281921375678</id><published>2010-01-12T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:54:38.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>echo of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YO PPL! yea la. i noe. i long time nvr post le. too bad la. too lazy. too busy. yea. so now i finally hav the motivation and time to post. so yea. juz read la. read oso nid me teach u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la. i noe u guys hav noticed this. but 2010 is here le! yea. 2009 is behind us le. no choice. even god like me cannot stop time. yea. wif great power comes great responsibility. wif new year comes sch life. yea i noe. its sucks. if nt wad u wan me do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey! let me tell u something. sch rocks man! no kidding. its seriously rock! it cured me from the insomnia i have been suffering for the past 2 months sia! now no nid rely on sleeping pills le sia! juz go sch. wala! free sleeping pills. sch help me save a lot money on sleeping pills sia! sch totally rocks man! dun u guys agree wif me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4th jan 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yea yea. its the start of sch days. had to take care of the sec 1s and make them feel welcome. yea. overall its fun playing wif them. they are cooperative, friendly, talkative, kaypo and most importantly, they have excellent ( beyond perfect ) eyesights man! they all call me ' yan dao ' sia. their eyesight is perfect right? their yan guang is the best among the sec1s lo. no choice. 1B jiu shi 1B. yea. they talk a lot la. play a lot too. really enjoyed playing wif them, leading them arnd the sch. they are a fun lot to play wif. hope there will be next opportunity ba. ohya! i am officially wearing long pants. cool eh? i see a lot ppl look taller after they wear long pants. kinda cool though. but i dun see tingjie any taller in his long pants leh. i dun noe why. but i guess there is this chinese saying call ' wu yao ke jiu '. ( for those who are halal or speaks some other unidentified language or gibblish, it means tingjie is damn tall. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11th jan 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had our first pe lesson. yea. finally. but then. we spend time on height and weight. sian sia. i am 174cm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( sry accidentally put colour )&lt;/span&gt; sia.&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;damn! 1 more centimetre to 175cm. after we had this 2.4km test run. only to train stamina only la. nt to tour arnd the sch and get to noe abt the sch boundaries better la. sian sia. kana chase by snail. then make me run so fast. i almost died from lack of oxygen while trying to outrun the snail u noe. sch de snails sucks man. all travel so fast de. almost caught up on me sia. scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k la. nid go sleep le. very tired. my bed is calling for me. hope u guys can tahan the sch life la. i am trying oso. jia you ppls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral of the story: save water, dun flush toilet after use. together we can save planet Earth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-3307196281921375678?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3307196281921375678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-ppl-yea-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/3307196281921375678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/3307196281921375678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-ppl-yea-la.html' title='echo of the past'/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-3494726615328967555</id><published>2009-12-01T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:55:14.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rhythm in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k la k la. i noe la. i long time nvr post le. ok la. its actually becuz i lazy. everytime wan post. type 5 words then dun wan continue le. sry la ppl. too lazy le. nvm. this time finally have the motivation to post. yea. cuz too bored le la. nth to do. so come here type a few words. hope can be less bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. did nt special this few weeks though. juz got this routine. everyday same thing same time. eat. play. sleep. eat. play. sleep. eat. play. sleep. eat. play. sleep. yea. i spent more than 2/3 of my time playing and sleeping. thats cool man. i guess its the same for u guys. this few days keep sleeping for so long sia. eat into my computer time le lo. then now spend so little time on finding songs. hai. i think i shud hibernate someday. lock myself in the room for a month. then come out only during spring. sound like those bears or snakes. but its damn cool lo. sleep for so long. wifout food and water leh. cool man. maybe we shud try sometime. save food supply. BUT before u all do hor. better tell ur mum and dad u are going to hibernate hor. if nt they find u still nt awake for 3 days. they will think u die de leh. then when u wake up u find urself in the coffin liao lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;strong&gt;_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;didnt stay at home. was outside the whole day, as usual. went to watch 3v3 competitions. quite cool though. but too bad. got confidence i can beat them in the future. aiya. juz watch la. singapore best baller. me. get it? yea. good. wad? bhb? talk big? come on la. its call accurately predicting ur future. nvm. anyway. bballed after that. long time nvr play wif alast they all liao. and alast and juven is still as short as ever. then went to mac to eat. the meal was fine. its juz the buying of ice cream part. i wan to buy two vanilla cone. i understand that most ppl will give 1 $1 coin and 2 20¢ coins since it cost $1.40. yea. but wad if u give the cashier 28 5¢ coins? yea. thats wad i did. cool eh? u might think that the cashier will stare at me , point middle finger to me and start scolding ' f ' words and screaming and punching his chest like some tarzan like that. nah. he is nt tj la. dun worry. he juz counted the money. i slowly watch him count sia. then when he count finish i say his maths good. wad? really nt bad wad. can calculate that value of 28 5¢ already very good le. better than tj. yea. then he replied ' ofc la. i from ur sch de ma. ' ( that was really his answer ) yea. he is our senior man. its a malay fellow. his name is called Yasin. nt a bad name. but tarzan sounds nicer to me. anyway. we ( me and cashier ) chatted a while. then briefly tok abt the sch teachers, courses, subjects, marriage, love, children and work. no la. jk. the marriage onward part is fake de la. yea. then stopped cuz he got customer. if nt can really tok abt marriage liao lo. nt bad la. at least i did a good deed. i provide macdonalds wif 5¢ man. wad? nt good deed meh? u see their meal. almost every meal is something something five cent de lo. then must use 5¢ for change ma. see i so good. hai. cannot be helped. ppl like me too nice le. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hai. so little interesting things happening. very boring leh my life. ok la i think thats all for today ba. very tired le. anyway so sry ppl. long time nvr update. too lazy. ok la. i can hear my bed calling me le. bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S : those that wan to play 5v5 wif me and my frens de can call me, text me, email me, fax me, come directly to my hse, msn me or write letter to me. either ways oso can. u wan flying pigeon send letters oso can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral of the story : use tree barks instead of tissue papers, they are unprocessed thus healthier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-3494726615328967555?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3494726615328967555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/12/rhythm-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/3494726615328967555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/3494726615328967555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/12/rhythm-in-my-head.html' title='the rhythm in my head'/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-3430197758654639738</id><published>2009-11-01T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:43:07.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tune of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sian... this few days gonna be busy wif stuffs sia. then will eat into my sleeping time. cannot sia. no sleep = die. yea. gonna say goodbye to my dreaming and resting times. k la, lets see wad i have done this and last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;last week:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was busy studying for exams at home. no la, jkjk. end of sch liao still study wad sai. ask MOE go die ar..... ask every staff in the MOE go hell la..... ask tj go eat shit la.... eh, sry sry, wrong topic. nvm nvm. anyway. was playing bball for the first time after rested for 1 and a half week for the recovery of my sprained ankle lo. damn ( see, i spelt dam&lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt; ) bored sia during that 1 and a half week. everyday meditate at home. stare at the wall until i see my face in that piece of wall lo. eh? nose bleed? me? ofc will nose bleed la. wa lao eh. see that kind of shuai ge who won't nose bleed sia? pls la, even lao uncle see that face will oso nose bleed la. nvm nvm. anyway. was finally bballing the whole week. yea. my hand itch is cured. ohya. speaking of lao uncle. nowadays hor. lao uncles getting more and more pervy liao sia. one day when i walked pass a coffee shop. i saw this lao uncle wif huge belly ( i nt sure is belly or tumour la. i guess tumuor oso nt so big lo). wa lao eh. he staring at a sexy girl pic in his phone sia. then i see red liquid dripping in his belly. no la, jkjk, the red liquid part is fake de. wa lao eh. so old liao. at least 50 ++ liao. still put wad sexy girl pic as wallpaper. no scared suddenly have high blood pressure then heart attack meh? no scared too agitated then suddenly kana stroke meh? pls la. dun put sexy lady as wallpaper liao la. put mine. its more sexy. yea. no la. jkjk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this week:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spent the week's time travelling arnd balling. yea. was spamming bball after that sucky 1 and a half week of rest. on a faithful day baq home. saw this guy on bus. he was resting his elbow on the the seat beside him. and his feet resting on the opposite seat. yea. he was seating at almost the front seat. got 4 seats facing each other de that one. then his gf beside him like wan die liao sia. the stinky smell from the armpit. wa, if it wad me i long die liao lo. then will oso vomit foam from my mouth one. then the leg hor. very clean one sia. cannot see any hair one. hairless dude man. wan compete wif me nt? cfm lose de la. i will only lose to chai sim in my life when it comes to leg hair. so sry cs, dun mean to compete leg hair wif u one. u are the unbeatable. cannot compare wif u. anyway. eh mister ( that armpit fellow) . cannot beat me still dare put ur leg there. if i catch u put ur hairless leg there, i show u my leg hair ar. scary bo? aha. noob. sucker. go baq find ur mummy la. drink ba wang grow leg hair then come tok to me la. noobshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ohya! sry la peilynn. this few days nvr company u go play bball. sry sry. next time cfm play wif u de. cfm. ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k la, i guess thats all ba. quite little though cuz nid rush to bed liao. eyes closing liao. the things arnd me is fading. kk. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral of the story: basketball is round *wow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-3430197758654639738?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3430197758654639738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/11/tune-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/3430197758654639738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/3430197758654639738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/11/tune-of-my-life.html' title='a tune of my life'/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-5307511780299387010</id><published>2009-10-21T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:12:40.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice from my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey! u guys must be wondering i changed to such a nice nice skin right? too bad. genius jiu shi genius. can read ppl mind de. k la, tell u the truth. is i make it de. nice right? no la. jkjk! i nt so pro to make such a nice one yet. but in the future i will make sure i can make one that is nicer than this. anyway. i would like to thank NG JING YI for making the skin for me. *claps* *drop to the ground* *shed tears of gratitute* *cry loudly* lol. sry. too drama le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;To JingYi:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;thanks a lot for the skin! very nice! i owe u one. i will try to return the favour as soon as possible. ok?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moral of the story: my blog rocks.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-5307511780299387010?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5307511780299387010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/voice-from-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/5307511780299387010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/5307511780299387010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/voice-from-my-heart.html' title='Voice from my heart'/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-8363463166965823939</id><published>2009-10-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:32:53.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rhythm in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YO PPL LIVING ON EARTH! THIS IS UR GOD SPEAKING! no la jk. no la, this no stare ceiling. stare until sian liao. now change to staring at the walls in my room, they are much more interesting. k nvm, u wont noe how a cripple feels. lol. cripple? yea la, i have unoffically became a part time paika. my right ankle dun seems to like me and it sprained itself. yea. and the physician say must rest for 2 weeks. and i cannot play bball for 2 weeks la. pls lo. no bball for 2 weeks?! that is worse than listening to Mdm Maureen Lee de speeches for consecutive 10 days lo! yea, i noe. its worse than hell. hades himself oso cannot tahan so much. nvm, who ask me so pro and so &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TALL&lt;/span&gt;. (the colour there are juz to emphasise the words for TJ, who apparently is sensitive to heights, depth, altitude and wadever it is of things.) anyway, i juz hope that my ankle will recover before the interclass starts. i think can la. although this few days it juz keeps hurting. ok then. lets look baq at wad i did last weeks        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rewind...............................................................*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;13th october 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;juz had maths paper on that day. was nt really happy wif my performance. cfm got mistakes here and there. ohya. the weather on that day was dam hot. like sitting on stove like that(adapted from TJ) anyway. on my way baq home i saw this snail. it was crawling away from the sun's ray and towards the shelter under a HDB void deck. i watched it for 5minutes and it moved 5cm. then i carried it to the shelter. cuz i think the sun will already set when it reaches the void deck. too bad lo. i too nice liao. this is the second time i saved a snail. cool man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  ____________________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;k la, end of post liao. feelin sleepy liao. nid to go sleep. bye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story: i am &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TALL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-8363463166965823939?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-7293761460641181829</id><published>2009-10-09T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:39:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tune of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;once again, i stared at the ceiling waiting for it to fall. but i have tot of certain things la hor. i feel that exams very bo liao sia. very time-consuming oso. exams make ppl work so hard until their brain burst. then some nvr get to interact wif outside world le. most stuck at home to study. i dun understand why must have exams lo. like i said, its boliao lo. teachers already got answer sheet liao. still expect we all to copy more for them. only difference is that its rephrased. then somemore is handwrite de lo. so tiring. lame sia they, wan so much answer sheet dun noe for wad. aiya. next when u answer questions. juz put there "refer to answer sheet" can liao la. no nid waste time copy for them. teachers nowadays really got nth to do man. k la, dun tok abt teachers liao. i bet they at home sneezing now lo. k la, off to stare at ceiling liao. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: "please refer to answer sheet"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-7293761460641181829?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7293761460641181829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/tune-of-my-life_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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love wif boy. boy and girl became couple. happily ever after." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;simple yet perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wad abt destiny, affinity and fate............................?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no such thing.......................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i wan to believe that they exist.....................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do u...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;they say love is complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but can love be simple yet perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"boy meets girl. boy falls in love wif girl. girl falls in love wif boy. boy and girl became couple. happily ever after."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;can it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-4964227566549112499?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4964227566549112499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/tune-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/4964227566549112499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/4964227566549112499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/tune-of-my-life.html' title='a tune of my life'/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-3129790143510554172</id><published>2009-09-30T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:11:06.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tune of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol. nth special today like usual. except stayed baq to play bball. this few days like entering a sauna rm like that leh. so hot. my arm de hair all curling down when i stand outside for less than half a minute. pls lo, its even more effective than sauna or pouring boiling water over urself la. today i saw a perv sia. wan to wallop that guy sia. an uncle la actually. those typical de coffee shop uncle. those have du nan de. baldy de. pants wear high high de those type. yea, can get the description? hm? mr zainal? ur head la. eh!  i understand that mr zainal fits the description very perfectly la, but then can dun like that not? he no hair very poor thing liao. still dare say him perv. u all very bad sia. anyway, this uncle hor(not zainal) walk walk walk hor. can suddenly peek at other girls' de "chest " de leh. pro right? then when i stare him he dun dare look at me sia. i dun noe is guilt or i too shuai liao. aiya, the second reason has the highest probability la. wa, he look at ppl de there still nvr say sorry. see liao juz walk away. the girls in front of me very poor thing u noe not. kana scan by this perv. and the worse thing is hor, that guy dun wan look at me leh. eh pls lo. my figure oso nt bad de leh. 36D, 25, 30. nt bad right? so sexy yet that uncle dun wan look sia. wa lao eh. where is justice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To that pervy lao ti ko:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. dun let me see u again hor. if not i make sure u really no hair. and i will gorge ur eyeballs out if i see u looking at other ppl de 'chest'. i make sure u and all the pervs in the world shall perished from this world. i advise u la, go baq niang jia drink cow milk la hor. cherish ur life b4 u die la hor. see too much chio bu careful get too agitated then get high blood pressure la hor. go home see ur own body la.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope u die faster. zao si zao hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: TJ is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i can bet that nobody remembers tmr is children's day la....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-3129790143510554172?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3129790143510554172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/tune-of-my-life_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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home de... staring at the ceiling thinking if it will fall down one day. yea. both lukily got some boring minor events to occupy me la. if not i can really go demented de man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19september 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;went to sch early in the morning to do some stupid stuffs. the sun oso haven rise then nid wake up liao sia. then somemore i missed my digimon show leh! wa lao! after that i walked home to sleep for a while then went bball. thats when i discovered that the ball is round. so cool man. lol. then went to eat at mac. at there hor, got a lot of ppl looking at us sia. cfm looking at me de lo. if not at the door meh? then they smile at me somemore leh. nice not? see, jingyi! i am shuai oso hor!this is one of many concrete evidence to prove that i am shuai! ohya! i oso saw this poor snail on my way home. its shell-less and its died wif the whole sluggy body there. i bet is the shell too big le then the snail nid to find one more shell lo. then in the end cannot find. see la yanching, its all ur fault la. then i scared that snail kana step by other so i dug a hole at the roadside then buried it properly. i even made a tablet for it hor! suey suey sia, yesterday was the last day of the lunar 7th month then that snail die liao. hai... eh eh eh, dun laugh hor! this is serious matter ok! ren ming guan tian hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bob (the snail's name):&lt;br /&gt;yea, i hope u had died peacefully after being able to see my face. u must have felt honoured. good luck wif ur journey. dun lose ur shell again! bye bye! rest in peace! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lucy(snail's mummy's name):&lt;br /&gt;yea, i hope u won't be so sad over ur child's death. god wan him to die then he die lo. then wad u wan? k la, there is this chinese proverb that goes like this. zao si zao hao. jkjk. at least it ended his/her misery. yea, juz get over it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bobb(the snail's father name):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aiya. all i wan say one is the same things la. dun be sad. dun cry dun complain to mama. blar blar blar. yea. u have being a great father of 100 children. ur son/daughter asked me to thank u on his/her behalf. *sobs* so touching man....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Bo(the snail's grandfather):&lt;br /&gt;aiya, ur grandson ask me to tell u that he have come to join. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;k la, those conversation were fakes la. but the snail is for real. hopefully he passed away peacefully. rest in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"live every second like it was ur last one" - jordin sparks&lt;br /&gt;sian thats a stupid philosophy sia. so lame. anyway, juz sharing wif u. hope u agree wif me. k den, i feel sleepy le, off to lalaland. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. : the song "disenchanted" was dedicated to bob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: i most handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-3712376044955005562?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3712376044955005562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/tune-of-my-life_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tried to update from last week but was lazied and dragged till today. GODLIKE. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;12th september 2065&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was too bored at home. pratically got nth to do at all. luckily last minute alast tell me join a CIP. lol. yea, its nice la. hey! got free lunch leh! thats why i went for it.(shhh...) er, the main objective is to collect the donations for the old folks at St. Lukes Hospital, yea. the donations are from the residents of a bukit batok area, we accepted canned food, dried food like rice or salt? still got daily nesessities( i dun noe how spell....) such as oil and detergent. the residents ofc must donate willingly la, so cannot go their hse and threatened them or hang pig's head at their door, splash paint at the corridor wall or even pee at their doorstep(initial ideas). k la, i felt it was quite meaningful. saw many different 'species' of homo-sapiens. some really dig out their storage and donated them. got one very generous auntie donated almost a big bag of 1 week of food supply leh. yea and some shoo-ed us away before we could even speak. we(especially me) so handsome, why they so scared of us? then some pro man. door shut de, we ring the bell, we knocked. obviously we noe they are inside the hse yet they dun wan answer to the door. cool man, we not loan sharks leh, we are UN ambassadors, we come in piece la hor. we are juz some innocent, handsome little, super-kind kids only wad. nid to avoid us until like that meh? wa! some best man. the door open open de. we politely ring the doorbell. shouted for them to get out of their hse immediately. yet no one come out sia. nt bad la, can sense our divine aura, too strong and too holy liao, that they wan avoid. anyway, we climbed up, and down, up, and down, up, and down, up, and down, up, and down, up, and down, in the end we collected almost a months of supply for them(for out group only la), but we were that it was considered little. but nvm la, after we went through blood, tears and sweat to obtain such commentable result de leh. at least clap for us la? lol jk la. after all its CIP, voluntary work, we will nvr ask for a word of thank, but a small sum of $10 will be glady accepted ( jkjk ). btw, halfway in the midst of doing the CIP, guess who i saw? someone we all noe. no so tall. not so short de. liu de hua? zhou hua jian? zhou jie lun? or fann wong? pls lo, i see them in person how many times liao lo. they always ask me for autograph de ma. so its common liao la! k la, i dun noe if i shud call it suey or affinity, but i met ms yap and her family. cool eh? ohya, she did not have hor make-ups on and btw, now its lunar seventh-month. yea, u noe wad i mean.... overall, the CIP was great, not only see different types of ppl, but oso made a lot of frens, mainly from ACS(I), yea, they are nerds man. short are like fbt like that. wa lao... nvm... and ofc, who would forget victor sia? the super accurate baller. respect him man. the past yusof ishak sec sch bball captain. nice. pass down some secrets to us, a bit only la. yea, then finally the free lunch was not bad. eh! who say got no free lunch in the world de?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, thats end for the day. looking backward to the next holiday, which will means more CIP. someday will do wif even more frens, yea. fun and kills boredom and most importantly, got free lunch. yea. thats all. bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ ^ _^}&lt;br /&gt;  ~ &lt;/em&gt;/ ~&lt;br /&gt;  /   /      &lt;-----&lt;em&gt;isn't cute? looks as cute as me dun it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story:alast sucks ; there is such thing as free lunch in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-2384459681993390803?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2384459681993390803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/tune-of-my-life_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/2384459681993390803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/2384459681993390803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/tune-of-my-life_15.html' title='a tune of my life'/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-9116268443691054525</id><published>2009-09-08T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:32:39.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tune of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;went sch today to do chinese work that i owed. very bored, nth to do sia. after that me, sj and the other girls went to limbang to makan. found out that the char siew rice there nt nice sia. then sj, jf and me went to play bball at yew tee park. saw this unity sec de guy there, dam short-tempered de lo. i go to him ask if wan play together, his gf and he come gl me sia! aiya i gl him baq then he not happy, say wad cannot take sarcasm. then later i dun care him, played together. while playing he wan disturb us sia, but then i nvr do anything to him, so he no reason to gl me. then he dun dare gl me lo. wa lao, he dam scary leh, he is botak de, tall tall de, at least got 175cm lo, then somemore got chest muscles leh. i dam scared-ed sia. i peed in my pants leh. lol jkjk. anyway very fun sia, stand beside him , looking at him shooting, he shot 10 times, missed 10 times. nice, i like it! hey! he trying his best liao la! dun laugh at him leh. aiya, dun feel like toking abt that scary botak guy liao la, i wan to pee in my pants liao, too scared-ed. sian, i dun noe put wad my for blogsong sia. so, ppls! i nid ur comments. ur comments will be appreciated. k la, i go play my games liao, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: jing feng sucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-9116268443691054525?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9116268443691054525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/tune-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/9116268443691054525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/9116268443691054525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/tune-of-my-life.html' title='a tune of my life'/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062156783372811031.post-3278977162301342126</id><published>2009-09-02T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:10:49.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo! tis is mah first ever post on a damn blog man. yea, i noe la, its a miracle for me to create a blog. mah hse outside snowing liao la... anyway, welcome to mah blog! yay! woohoo! eh, must help to tag hor... okok, i feeling sleepy liao. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062156783372811031-3278977162301342126?l=thesubtlelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3278977162301342126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-tis-is-mah-first-ever-post-on-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/3278977162301342126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062156783372811031/posts/default/3278977162301342126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesubtlelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-tis-is-mah-first-ever-post-on-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Ah boon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18044415981401053399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
