<?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-263159327581793321</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:24:24.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3323753406266419030</id><published>2009-09-23T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T03:36:57.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy runs</title><content type='html'>Today was a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;I think i got enough sleep.Not sure, but feeling kinda tired.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and thought i was late.&lt;br /&gt;In the hall, saw her. She's still as happy as before, always smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her but didn't want her to look at me coz i don't know how to respond also...&lt;br /&gt;So went for lessons. When walking back to class, saw her with her fren.&lt;br /&gt;She was laughing but somehow after seeing me she appeared sad.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda awkward.&lt;br /&gt;So i kept thinking why it became like this.&lt;br /&gt;Den i was kinda moody aft recess.&lt;br /&gt;Aft tt was EL which we cracked lots of jokes at the back of the class.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i felt better aft that.&lt;br /&gt;We played Zombie and stay alive after the remedial.&lt;br /&gt;Paul was watching us play and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Overall had fun and i guess tts gonna be the last time we ever played.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's now studying intensively and we're still playing.&lt;br /&gt;So i guess we won't be playing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;School's been tiring and i guess won't be updating frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished that things were the same as the way they were before.&lt;br /&gt;When everything was alright, i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is going wrong and i think i might just break down soon.&lt;br /&gt;So i hope that someday somehow, everything's gonna be alright and we can get back to the way we were before.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you smiling to your friends tells me that at least you're happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3323753406266419030?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3323753406266419030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-runs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3323753406266419030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3323753406266419030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-runs.html' title='Crazy runs'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-4820331489999561985</id><published>2009-09-19T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:33:32.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams?</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that i got good results, I dreamt that you came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;None of these dreams came true and i don't know if they ever will.&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile after things got much worse.&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to get by these days without you...&lt;br /&gt;Constantly thinking of someone tends to make me feel sad or miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Having taken back my results, it made everyone felt sad except some.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that i will still have you, but now i've lost you.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left with me now.&lt;br /&gt;The whole world starts pairing up and i'm the only one left.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from that dream and i felt really sad.&lt;br /&gt;If only i could had slept awhile more and my dream would be longer.&lt;br /&gt;Its a moment to cherish, the feeling of having you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;But as i woke up, its back to reality and i'm not willing to wake up just yet.&lt;br /&gt;In that dream, you appeared to want me back.&lt;br /&gt;And thats why i didn't want to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why things all turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;Things just aren't the way they were before.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's changing and i don't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you as i missed you everytime there's nothing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself looking at our pictures staring and reminding me of our past.&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me laughing like there's no worries, i'm not really happy.&lt;br /&gt;Hide my head i wanna drown my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Everything ain't going right, they all go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is always such a bore, hiding from teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-4820331489999561985?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4820331489999561985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/4820331489999561985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/4820331489999561985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams?'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-7153577267992562266</id><published>2009-09-02T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:11:27.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>Problem with general appearance in school...eat my shit!&lt;br /&gt;Not only me but my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;Not sabo-ing them but i just think that its really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Told you that you never warned me but you insisted you did.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and give me some demerits!&lt;br /&gt;They're not going to do much either.&lt;br /&gt;Your head is as hard as a durian!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-7153577267992562266?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7153577267992562266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7153577267992562266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7153577267992562266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3666104412732343903</id><published>2009-08-29T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:37:42.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Michael!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday MJ the King of Pop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3666104412732343903?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-263159327581793321.post-7665560502451517086</id><published>2009-06-25T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:01:49.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near?</title><content type='html'>Well, today went out to study with Gerjo...&lt;br /&gt;Did some FNN and Physics...&lt;br /&gt;Went home had dinner and feeling kinda down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you but i just didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;You were standing there but i just don't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;I went to starbucks and finally had a proper seat and table to do all those work.&lt;br /&gt;And then you told me that you were at mac.&lt;br /&gt;You claim to be with this guy and i guess you kinda enjoy yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to feel.&lt;br /&gt;Should I be sad or happy?&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were going to leave me again and go with another guy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i can wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I asked you how you feel about him.&lt;br /&gt;You said"He's kind, understanding, smart, knows wat i wan and handsome"&lt;br /&gt;I knew he's going to be someone great and i told you to go ahead with him.&lt;br /&gt;So you agreed and den why are you asking about me now?&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm sad that i lost you again.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you had a great time with him and have waited long for someone like him to come along.&lt;br /&gt;To give everything you want and to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should be happy for you but right now, i'm blue.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i should talk to you right now, even though you're online.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you need not bother about me and i won't get to talk to you much already.&lt;br /&gt;It always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;Does it make me more used to it or does it wears me out?&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of everything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May not be posting for days, weeks or months...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-7665560502451517086?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7665560502451517086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7665560502451517086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7665560502451517086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near?'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-2903152449178001088</id><published>2009-06-23T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:08:42.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things aren't the way they were before</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh!&lt;br /&gt;H1N1 is here!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, last time i heard about it was 103 ppl getting H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;Now it should be around 150 i guess. &lt;div&gt;School holidays are extended for those that went overseas and came back only aft 22June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go overseas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i guess it doesn't matter much.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to try finishing all the homework! Aft this will go and do comb. science!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr do SS (SBQ)&lt;br /&gt;Thurs will finish up FNN papers and Fri if i got the mood, i'll do the "NOW I CAN" thingy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography, idk what are they trying to make me do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done my Emaths hwk, SS (SEQ) copying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 1,2,3,4,5,6&lt;br /&gt;That all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm done with you! Assignments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lately been trying to do my hwk but slack quite alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, gotta focus 1st den...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, i've been wanting to post this here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha and Sharon prepared all these!&lt;br /&gt;My belated birthday present!Thanks ya!&lt;br /&gt;And it was sent about 11 days ago i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha!Wanted to post it up but i've been really busy i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a pic of the letter sent to Adam for his autograph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside this envelope are pictures of him and i guess he'll be signing it and sending back to me(:&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a long wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350523824324216386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SkDhEeccBkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NnzOsLScYsQ/s400/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-2903152449178001088?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2903152449178001088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-arent-way-they-were-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/2903152449178001088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/2903152449178001088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-arent-way-they-were-before.html' title='Things aren&apos;t the way they were before'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SkDhEeccBkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NnzOsLScYsQ/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3064930843400969888</id><published>2009-06-21T07:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:01:04.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it</title><content type='html'>Bro slip and got a cut at his jaw there.Hope no scar.&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon bro!(:&lt;br /&gt;Got 3 stitches...And everyone was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;We were swimming in the pool and playing around.&lt;br /&gt;Carried bro to land and tried to clean the wound.&lt;br /&gt;Carried him to the car quite far den off we go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;I admit i was shocked and worried(:&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to sentosa for swimming club this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I can do my front flip now and land on my feet!&lt;br /&gt;Did it at siloso beach just now, before the incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you but i realise i don't matter to you.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me how much you care but you don't mean them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel that i'm wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;But if i let go now, everything that i've done will go in vain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3064930843400969888?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-5562514645247205221</id><published>2009-06-12T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:09:12.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class outing</title><content type='html'>I guess i had fun at the class outing.&lt;br /&gt;Went to esplanade,marina barage and clark quay.&lt;br /&gt;Took the hippo tour and den went to some indian restaraunt for buffet lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school and played the inter-class captainball game.&lt;br /&gt;After that, changed and dinner at KFC den home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i still can't find the rolling stones magazine!&lt;br /&gt;I guess i gotta go to town to look for them!&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to town since the start of this year so it should be about 6 months?Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it 1 year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day started, i knew that you would be having a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go you'll be with those guys smiling and playing.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you won't be looking at me so i told myself not to think of you.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i'm not doing anything, you come into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You seem to bother about everyone else more than me.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm talking to you last night, i sounded like i'm trying to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, you sounded like you don't want me to!&lt;br /&gt;But you keep telling me to forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;So what's really on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;1 instance you're pleading me not to leave&lt;br /&gt;Another instance you're driving me away.&lt;br /&gt;What am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.Really, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;You said you found someone new but people keep telling me that you're making things up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless.I don't know how to reply them.&lt;br /&gt;From what i see, i really can't tell but i guess its true.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to lose you but I'm tired too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-5562514645247205221?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5562514645247205221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/class-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5562514645247205221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5562514645247205221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/class-outing.html' title='Class outing'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-1473509158839339506</id><published>2009-06-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:58:28.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>There's so many things going on in my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;1st thing is definitely about her.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr mock exam, i'm Dead!&lt;br /&gt;FNN cw and everything not completed.I'm dead again...&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to study&lt;br /&gt;Too fed up to do anything&lt;br /&gt;Man, why does everything happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's relationship lasts long but mine was total bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can be tgt with each other.&lt;br /&gt;But us, you're always there and i'm always here alone.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that i'll be lonely and i'll not be okay?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of how i felt?&lt;br /&gt;How many times i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;How much i need you.&lt;br /&gt;How important you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give a damn when i'm down.&lt;br /&gt;You just let me sink in deeper and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most is that u're too busy with others that even if i called for help you can't hear it&lt;br /&gt;You're always there and i'm always here.&lt;br /&gt;We can text each other but what does tt actually brings?nothing i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;You're always telling me you found someone new but i just keep holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You ask me to enter and den you make me crawl, i can't keep holding on to what i want when all you got hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough and i wanna stop this but i still want to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I know i have to let go but i can't bring myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;If i were to be a playboy well, i can just forget and get a new girl.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not.And most importantly is, i won't treat you like any other girl&lt;br /&gt;Because you're so special to me so much that i'm willing to wait.&lt;br /&gt;But once again, the problem is how much can i take?&lt;br /&gt;I can't be that good but at the least i'll try to do until i really had to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Until there's no other options or chances.&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound stupid but i guess thats really how i felt la.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a saint. I can only try to do better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep holding on, but i have a feeling i'm slipping off.&lt;br /&gt;And i may fall deep down.Never to re-surface again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-1473509158839339506?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/1473509158839339506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/1473509158839339506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/1473509158839339506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-6357693039004942865</id><published>2009-06-04T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:26:42.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know why</title><content type='html'>Everytime i think about you i feel so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i try not to think about you, i think about you.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime my mind is empty, i think about you.&lt;br /&gt;There's really no way i can forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i find myself looking for you somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you today as you were waiting for the bus to school.&lt;br /&gt;I took that bus and realised you didn't come on board.&lt;br /&gt;So i wondered what's the problem now.&lt;br /&gt;You got time with the guys and you just won't spend a single minute replying me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot for the appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;I finally realised all those things you said to me were all lies.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you're full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you're serious but i just doubt it no matter how much i want to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;You just won't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;You reply a while and thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more...&lt;br /&gt;What am i supposed to do now?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me here all by myself, there's no body to fend for.&lt;br /&gt;And no one to rely on...&lt;br /&gt;Everything i thought i had were all gone now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why is this happening now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm blue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-4351174520605199717</id><published>2009-06-02T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T03:37:41.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>Right now, i'm confused and tired.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for your message since then...&lt;br /&gt;But till now, i got none.Its not that i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how much i'm willing to give up.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe my eyes when i saw you and him.&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing i expected.&lt;br /&gt;You walked away with him right infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;As though i didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;You may have a whole lotta explanations.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;Give me somthing to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know what you say the other day was true anot.&lt;br /&gt;You said you need some time alone, i told you i'll be there for you and told you to cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days later, i'm seeing all these.&lt;br /&gt;Whats with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens to me, and i'm trying to get over them.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear what you gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't seem sad when i saw you, not like what you told me&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding this one difficult to get over with.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just not that gd as him huh...&lt;br /&gt;Thats why you went to him instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what you'll be saying, and i'm sure it'll be surprising.&lt;br /&gt;I've sent you messages but you didn't reply to any of them.&lt;br /&gt;You're too busy with him i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know if you're alright.&lt;br /&gt;Because from what i see, you appear to be down but when i really see you.&lt;br /&gt;You're with him, probably happily laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you're spending most of the time messaging him and don't bother about my messages.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just nothing compared to him.&lt;br /&gt;So i really don't know what else to do now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what you're doing , what you're thinking and how are you already.&lt;br /&gt;At least send me a msg saying you're fine.Or not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you everytime.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you're picture didn't help and it makes me wanna see you even more.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, i need you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-4351174520605199717?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4351174520605199717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/4351174520605199717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/4351174520605199717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='June'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-522758553058277779</id><published>2009-05-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:28:40.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth In Detroit Rock City Wanna Rock And Roll All Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsdMlJdT7NE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsdMlJdT7NE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually 3 different songs merged together.&lt;br /&gt;"Beth","Detroit rock city"and"Rock and roll all night" By KISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth I hear you calling&lt;br /&gt;But I can't come home right now&lt;br /&gt;Me and the boys are playing&lt;br /&gt;And we just can't find the sound&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more hours&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be right home to you&lt;br /&gt;I think I hear them calling&lt;br /&gt;Oh Beth what can I do&lt;br /&gt;Beth what can I do&lt;br /&gt;Beth what can I do&lt;br /&gt;Beth I know you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;'Cause me and the boys will be playing all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel uptight on a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light&lt;br /&gt;I hear my song and it pulls me through&lt;br /&gt;Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do&lt;br /&gt;I got to&lt;br /&gt;Get up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gonna move their feet&lt;br /&gt;Get down&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gonna leave their seat&lt;br /&gt;You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City&lt;br /&gt;Get up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gonna move their feet&lt;br /&gt;Get down&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gonna leave their seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show us everything you've got&lt;br /&gt;You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot&lt;br /&gt;You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanna go for a spin&lt;br /&gt;The party's just begun, we'll  let you in&lt;br /&gt;You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy&lt;br /&gt;You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;One more time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-522758553058277779?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/522758553058277779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/beth-in-detroit-rock-city-wanna-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/522758553058277779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/522758553058277779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/beth-in-detroit-rock-city-wanna-rock.html' title='Beth In Detroit Rock City Wanna Rock And Roll All Night'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-5008132268204898322</id><published>2009-05-27T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:46:15.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired seh</title><content type='html'>Ok, i spent 25/5/09 with my class.&lt;br /&gt;They were great friends and most of all, thank you guys for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being at the party, playing around, making things wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time(:&lt;br /&gt;I got to celebrate my birthday with you guys and i guess you guys enjoyed it too right?&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't den i guess you should've partied harder!&lt;br /&gt;We study hard(not really),Play hard(Hell yes) and party hard(Occasionally)&lt;br /&gt;So PTC's coming and i'm so shameful of my crap results.&lt;br /&gt;Even if my parents aren't gonna scold me or nag at me, i guess i'll still feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;I failed maths and science for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl say"Emaths and Combined science easiest subjects lor"&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, i just didn't excell in them.&lt;br /&gt;Told parents i failed them for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Bro found out and told me to practice more&lt;br /&gt;Thats kinda unusual as he usually scold me.&lt;br /&gt;He said i know what to do but is just that i couldn't remember the methods and formulas i can apply to that particular question.&lt;br /&gt;So with that, i really feel like spamming emaths and combine science.&lt;br /&gt;My results for FNN,Mother Tongue,Humanities and English are bad as well.&lt;br /&gt;I think i just passed MT&lt;br /&gt;Written paper for english and Fnn were so close to passing.&lt;br /&gt;In fact 49.333 for english.&lt;br /&gt;Hope they add up some of the other marks.And let me pass!&lt;br /&gt;FNN i'm relying on coursework to pull up my grades!&lt;br /&gt;Humanities i passed SS but failed Geog by a little.&lt;br /&gt;So adding up both marks got me 49 too!Arghhh&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the marks appearing on the result sheet on friday won't be all red!&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue "O" level is coming and i'm sick of ppl telling me to work my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i'm not gonna study.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me some time to take a break after prelims will ya?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna rock and roll all night and party everyday(not really) after the lessons and exams in june&lt;br /&gt;Soccer has been dragged till dunno when and i'm freaking pissed off with that.&lt;br /&gt;1 moment you guys can't and the other moment they can't.&lt;br /&gt;When will we ever play again?&lt;br /&gt;I just want o levels to be easy and further away.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...I'm just wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're now telling me that he's giving up on you huh...&lt;br /&gt;You told him that i'm so in love with you that he backed off.&lt;br /&gt;So am i suppose to be happy or mad?&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-5008132268204898322?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5008132268204898322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired-seh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5008132268204898322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5008132268204898322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired-seh.html' title='Tired seh'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3366033655774177520</id><published>2009-05-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:09:00.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its over!!!</title><content type='html'>Man...Adam didn't get the tittle as american idol )))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm sure he's gonna be more famous than the winner.hehe&lt;br /&gt;He should have won, he's such a talented singer.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes things just don't go the way you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes people don't recognise you and don't cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here's a vid of Adam singing with KISS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its called "Rock-n-Roll All Night".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, i don't own the vid&lt;br /&gt;So here's the URL!MUST WATCH!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exfq6ZtBjwA&amp;amp;feature=topvideos"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=exfq6ZtBjwA&amp;amp;feature=topvideos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so hot back in the 1970s and they have over 85 MILLION ALBUMS!&lt;br /&gt;They may look kinda creepy but thats their look during performances!&lt;br /&gt;They took on the personae of comic book-style characters.&lt;br /&gt;And the characters were choosen by their fans!&lt;br /&gt;They're None other than KISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Results are depressing!&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh!&lt;br /&gt;And i have no idea how to break the news to my parents!&lt;br /&gt;Needa work super hard now!&lt;br /&gt;And since today is saturday, I wanna enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, before my parents know my result.&lt;br /&gt;They know already den can't play already.Haha&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday tried to hand by the bridge and move through but didn't finish.&lt;br /&gt;Around 3/4?Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Try again next time.&lt;br /&gt;So today i'll probably find some place to go and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-1262967813698229324</id><published>2009-05-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:41:12.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need you</title><content type='html'>Well, its a day without you.&lt;br /&gt;I said those words to forget you, but i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting you just isn't as simple as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;I finally thought that i could dislike you after so much hurting words you said.&lt;br /&gt;But i just can't.Your smiles and sweetness still appear when i close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to keep myself occupied so that i got no time to think of you.&lt;br /&gt;It just didn't work.I guess i just miss you...&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted all these to happen, maybe i should never have met someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing pain and misery that i can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hate you but i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Never been so unsure about hating someone before.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you really want to get with him.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the girl i used to know.&lt;br /&gt;Innocent and sweet, somehow you changed.&lt;br /&gt;You know just what to say so my whole day is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;You got some attitude now i can say.&lt;br /&gt;So what are you trying to show?&lt;br /&gt;The girl i used to love ain't existing anymore?&lt;br /&gt;I want the girl i once loved back, not the way you are now...&lt;br /&gt;You're just not the one that i loved.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost hopes of having the old you coming back.&lt;br /&gt;And i can't bring myself to hate the new you.&lt;br /&gt;You're like 2 different person.&lt;br /&gt;How can a girl be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;Asking myself and remembering the painful past.&lt;br /&gt;I've been heartbroken many times, but somehow i used to get back easily.&lt;br /&gt;But now, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;Those words repeat themself everytime i think of having you back.&lt;br /&gt;Should i continue to be a fool like you said and hold on to that hope?&lt;br /&gt;I really wish to but i've got no energy left.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worn out...I'm tired of all these things.&lt;br /&gt;You bring me up to the part i thought i was the most luckiest man but the next moment, you bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;You left me down there trying to keep myself alive.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;I want the old you whom i loved back, not what you are now...&lt;br /&gt;Its just completely another different person.&lt;br /&gt;I need the innocent and sweet girl back.&lt;br /&gt;I want you back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-1262967813698229324?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;Leaves you baby if you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't care for it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a temple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love a higher law &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a temple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love the higher law &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You ask me to enter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then you make me crawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't be holding on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To what I got &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When all you got is hurt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're one but we're not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We get to Carry each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carry each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sisters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3940607930385761030?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3940607930385761030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/u2-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3940607930385761030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3940607930385761030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/u2-one.html' 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/&gt;Between pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you cry when we're makin' love&lt;br /&gt;Must be one and the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what you got inside&lt;br /&gt;Ain't where your love should stay&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain't love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you give your heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Cryin' when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryin' to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do, down on me crying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-6427363809915973616?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6427363809915973616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/05/crying-aerosmith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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entirely everything.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong library with you, on our way there.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow find that the only one talking about stuffs were me.&lt;br /&gt;Things were getting smooth until the fact that you showed me a message that you wrote for him&lt;br /&gt;Asking me if you should show them to him.I honestly wish you did this long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know all these were coming.Didn't notice anything.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was just another close friend of yours.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he plays around despite his confessions to you, make me even pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always has to be someone else coming in?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you guys just back off and go away?&lt;br /&gt;You want some?Come get some...&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you head on.I mean it jerk&lt;br /&gt;So i kept quiet as we walked out and walked slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i miss taking strolls.&lt;br /&gt;Walking slowly happened to remind me of the time when i was hurt again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been taking slow walks for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;Took photos with you but somehow, you just said not nice den delete take again.&lt;br /&gt;So ended up with NONE....&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i don't blame you...&lt;br /&gt;After that went home and got some enlightenments about my academics from my bro.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you walked the path you tell me the things to look out.&lt;br /&gt;Saw how vulnerable i was and i just lost every fighting spirit i have in me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl,you gave me a hard time to get over with.&lt;br /&gt;Walked slowly to interchange as i was waiting for ws to go swim tgt.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that HK sprained leg...Get well soon dude,we go parkour together someday!&lt;br /&gt;Swam spine-buster ck into the pool.It was fun indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner after all the troubles and went to NTUC carry groceries for mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;Saw how crazy it would have been if i wasn't there to carry the rice, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;Home, Bathed and now online.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm dead beat!&lt;br /&gt;Guess sleeping is what i will be doing soon after trying to finish my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;I need you girl, it ain't easy without you.Seeing you smile and laugh was able to let me smile too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i needa smile with you to be happy, i need you girl!&lt;br /&gt;They say loving someone is to let them be happy, but why am i not?&lt;br /&gt;You said you love me and gave kisses, but this all happen in virtual and i don't sense it.&lt;br /&gt;Having you by my side is what i'm asking for, i need you more than anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-6691589273586263370?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6691589273586263370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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may end here</title><content type='html'>This was created to write about you.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds stupid but so what?I am...&lt;br /&gt;Never behaved like an Express student, never gotten good results for my academics.&lt;br /&gt;Do i deserve to be in express?I'm still wondering.&lt;br /&gt;O levels and Prelims are coming and i'm still slacking here.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone just wake me up and get me to work my ass off?&lt;br /&gt;I need to be reminded to study continuously, i guess thats what my mum always says.&lt;br /&gt;Being a lazy bum in studying but a dragon when i'm out playing.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, i guess my life is such a failure...&lt;br /&gt;Messaging with u till night study started.Den ended i got a few messages back frm you.&lt;br /&gt;So what?I guess i'm losing you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for you at the bus stop, den when you came down, i guess you didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to ur fren and my hope was almost gone...Den you turned around and walked to me!&lt;br /&gt;Was happy and my heart was pumping super fast.&lt;br /&gt;Den walked to cross road, held your hands for awhile den u said we're still in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;So i tried to believe it but somehow, i thought it was all just excuses...&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hands reminded me of the last time i held your hand...&lt;br /&gt;Walked with you through underpass,talked and chatted.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing u smile and laughing happily,I felt happy too.&lt;br /&gt;To see you smile and laugh was 1 thing i would wish for...&lt;br /&gt;Den waited for u at bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;And den you said"finally he msg me sia!"&lt;br /&gt;So being the loser me, just said...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh,good lah.*Smile*den say go talk to him more lah"&lt;br /&gt;So things were sad at the end...waved goodbye to you as you left and *smile* again...&lt;br /&gt;My smiles are out of place, and if you look carefully, you can realise that i wasn't smiling heartily&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home, scenes of you telling me about him messaging you kept replaying.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but i guess i shed tears...&lt;br /&gt;Friends said we look compatible, but somehow i can't be with you...&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of people coming in between and at the wrong timing!&lt;br /&gt;When ever i'm about to get you, someone has to come out...&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is this?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i feel like a failure...&lt;br /&gt;I ain't smart, ain't good looking, ain't talented and can't have the girl i loved so much...&lt;br /&gt;You said i'm the one whom cares alot about you but den your heart is still with him&lt;br /&gt;So what this means?You love him huh?Don't be with me just because i care alot about you...&lt;br /&gt;Be with me because you love me...&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the time when u took pic with me and ur heart was beating damn fast?&lt;br /&gt;And what happened to the time when you were tounge tied when taking pic with me?&lt;br /&gt;Where did all these go?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you realise that maybe you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;It always happens to me...&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats me, the boy that everything happens to.&lt;br /&gt;Ninja warrior, died at the dip thingy...Was too fast i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Nights guys, i guess i'm losing her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-2890514693228450281?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2890514693228450281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog-may-end-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/2890514693228450281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/2890514693228450281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog-may-end-here.html' title='My blog may end here'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-1974547659836795828</id><published>2009-04-23T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:53:13.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Day</title><content type='html'>Woke up, dressed up like a crazy wild boy and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;People stare at me and i just look like i'm in a rush la,&lt;br /&gt;1st to ignore the staring second to get out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly at hall, sat on chairs.Got a clear view of you from the back.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow you were with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;Den aft tt lessons bore me till i can really drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;Recess didn't see you den very sian la.&lt;br /&gt;Go to swensens, eager to see you but was allocated far away from you.&lt;br /&gt;You waited for me after school just to take a pic with me.&lt;br /&gt;Was so excited la, den took pic and peer pressured to go northpoint with jakeh,wh and Ghij&lt;br /&gt;Den went there, wh bought ear item den went back.&lt;br /&gt;Otw saw brandon...He's so sucessful sia.&lt;br /&gt;Go into same course as the 4Exp despite being playing soccer with me and sec 5&lt;br /&gt;My idol....HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Den sent the guys to interchange den walk as i msged u&lt;br /&gt;Saw your msg"if you want den come lor"&lt;br /&gt;I ran to cross the traffic light hoping to see u asap.&lt;br /&gt;Den reach there, talked to u, sat down with you...&lt;br /&gt;Chat till ur bus came.Den you went up.I waited till ur bus left.&lt;br /&gt;Thought u won't look at me anymore but u waved to me as ur bus left.&lt;br /&gt;Was so happy as tt happened.Den go home, talk to u online...&lt;br /&gt;So found out tt you had feelings for 2 other guys.&lt;br /&gt;You intended to wait till they talk to u or else u will forget about them.&lt;br /&gt;So aft tt, u gtg...Texted you and u said talk about us instead of the 2 guys and you&lt;br /&gt;So i asked who am i to you?&lt;br /&gt;You said"u are like my very close friend in fact more den that...seriously,u are the wan dat is there 4 me when my world are tearing apart,u never fails to make me laugh even if i didnt wan to smile"&lt;br /&gt;That really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I would be perfect with you by my side.You are really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me have you ever ever really loved a woman.&lt;br /&gt;My answer I loved her and gave my heart and soul into getting her.&lt;br /&gt;I gave everything just to have her, i really really loved a woman(you)...&lt;br /&gt;If i can't have you, I don't want nobody baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adam sang If i can't have you, all judges praised him. I hope america sees his talents too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;VOTE FOR HIM!He is the true american idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make the right choice now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adam Lambert-If i can't have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't know why I'm surviving every lonely day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When there's got to be no chance for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My life would end and it doesn't matter how I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My tears of love are a waste of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I turn away am I strong enough to see it through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go crazy is what I will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I can't have you, I don't want nobody baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I can't have you, ah hah hah ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I can't have you, I don't want nobody baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;An i strong enough to see it through? if I can't have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-1974547659836795828?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/1974547659836795828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/career-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/1974547659836795828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/1974547659836795828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/career-day.html' title='Career Day'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-5949623055980700762</id><published>2009-04-22T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:47:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Really Loved A Woman</title><content type='html'>This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS. Type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you see these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random it is, just type it! Repost it for all of your friends. Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer: Burning throat&lt;br /&gt;2. Food: sausages?&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships: gotta make it better&lt;br /&gt;4. Your CRUSH: Fatigue&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers: Green Ranger!&lt;br /&gt;6. Life: Live like there's no tomorow&lt;br /&gt;7. The President: Rich&lt;br /&gt;8. Yummy: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;9. Cars: Fast and Furious&lt;br /&gt;10. Movies: Screams&lt;br /&gt;11. Halloween: Sweets!&lt;br /&gt;12. Sex: Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;13. Religion: FREE&lt;br /&gt;14. Hate: roaches&lt;br /&gt;15. Fear: Losing you&lt;br /&gt;16. Marriage: When i'm ready&lt;br /&gt;17. Blondes: Hour Glass&lt;br /&gt;18. Slippers: White and Gay&lt;br /&gt;19. Shoes: Torn apart&lt;br /&gt;20. Asians: Noisy&lt;br /&gt;21. Pass time: Adam Lambert's recordings&lt;br /&gt;22. One night stand: WWE&lt;br /&gt;23. My cell Phone: Red and Sexy&lt;br /&gt;24. Smoke: Cough&lt;br /&gt;25. Fantasy: Torture Chamber&lt;br /&gt;26. College: Living in a dorm&lt;br /&gt;27. High school life: Get by each day&lt;br /&gt;28. Pajamas: Comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;29. Stars: A(eh) star&lt;br /&gt;30. Center: parting!&lt;br /&gt;31. Alcohol: burns my throat...&lt;br /&gt;32. The word love: given and never returned&lt;br /&gt;33. Friends: Chill out&lt;br /&gt;34. Money: Spend or save?&lt;br /&gt;35. Heartache: Losing you&lt;br /&gt;36. Time: Coursework!!!&lt;br /&gt;37. Divorce: Sad&lt;br /&gt;38. Dogs: Husky&lt;br /&gt;39. Undies: Disgusting&lt;br /&gt;40. Parents: Filial Piety&lt;br /&gt;41. Babies: Poor wifey&lt;br /&gt;42. Ex: PENSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;43. Song: RING OF FIRE&lt;br /&gt;44. Color: RED&lt;br /&gt;45. Weddings: Formal&lt;br /&gt;46. Pizza: Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;47. Hangout: Soccer&lt;br /&gt;48. Rest: Bed&lt;br /&gt;49. Goal: "Nice one sebas!"&lt;br /&gt;50. Inspiration: Give it to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school was boring, saw you ,seen you ,want you...&lt;br /&gt;But obviously lost you...&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's career day, everyone dressed smart...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna look like a clown!HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Its gonna be hot and DO NOT LAUGH AT ME TMR!&lt;br /&gt;I'll DISS YOU TILL YOU CRY!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert later.Be sure to catch it 10pm on 5!&lt;br /&gt;Thats all ya'll...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-5949623055980700762?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5949623055980700762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/really-really-loved-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;Wonder who really reads every single word i typed and understands everything i said.&lt;br /&gt;Today school was just another day to get by with.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully speaking, Mr Yong's class was the one lesson that i get laughter from and interested about...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there's new stories that are related to the topic we are learning.&lt;br /&gt;So we do not go off course...&lt;br /&gt;So school was finally over for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Canteen, found NJK and off we went to BK for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my meal, and went home rushing to meet Gerjo at 4.&lt;br /&gt;He fell asleep at home, so we were late.&lt;br /&gt;Tried on many pants, wanted to get a brown or dark brown pants because of the colour and another for the material respectively.&lt;br /&gt;So ended up getting black as i didn't know if that colour fitted my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when buying my pants, i saw you and ur friend walking past.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you didn't notice me at 1st but after awhile u saw me.&lt;br /&gt;So somehow you just walked pass G2000 quickly for idk what reason.&lt;br /&gt;After purchasing the pants, we went to 900+ to alter my pants coz i'm short?HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Den walk past interchange saw you again...&lt;br /&gt;This time, i guess i was the one that ignored you.Somehow shy or stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Idk what to do at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Went to alter my pants and had dinner at 925.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice...YumYum!-.-&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went to interchange to take 804 to school for NS&lt;br /&gt;It was 6 and i guess i'm late?haha...&lt;br /&gt;So being the typical me, listen to Adam Lambert's songs repeatedly and skipping the other songs.&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Fu Jie den halfway he ps me...&lt;br /&gt;Go talk to others...&lt;br /&gt;Den i do maths and MT lor.&lt;br /&gt;Mr T (I guess) came along and said don't do chinese la, letter writing crap la.Makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;So he got a B3 for o level which to me was Good result.&lt;br /&gt;So, found him quite a funny and interesting guy la&lt;br /&gt;Den work work work, den saw alot of your friends go off.&lt;br /&gt;So was wondering where were you lah,den saw you staying in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Doing your work, from being at the same row as me to infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;What ever the reason, i'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you were looking at him la, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart still belongs to him.So what am i waiting for since there's none for me left?&lt;br /&gt;Its like mama baked a jar of cookies and all of it were taken away by others leaving me with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So i can't be sad, maybe i ain't good enough for you i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Bussed back on the same bus with you, but i kept silence.&lt;br /&gt;Sat far away as i saw you with another guy.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to Adam Lambert's songs again and all the way till i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;Now being tired and dead beat, gonna finish up my maths homework and pack my bag.&lt;br /&gt;Off to dreamland once i complete these tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its wrong to love you still but i just can't help it.I'm sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-8808082080067528274?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/8808082080067528274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/8808082080067528274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/8808082080067528274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-4869200551129083698</id><published>2009-04-20T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:21:24.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ck's birthday and NAPFA test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeyDXHbtUUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/m5j3AZebHkw/s1600-h/DSCN0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326776892427948354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeyDXHbtUUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/m5j3AZebHkw/s320/DSCN0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff Hardy- Dance with the demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeyDWzBLMcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/THFog7D7z_U/s1600-h/DSCN0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326776886947951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeyDWzBLMcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/THFog7D7z_U/s320/DSCN0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeyDWrHCyiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e_URZF1Caa0/s1600-h/DSCN0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326776884825082402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeyDWrHCyiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e_URZF1Caa0/s320/DSCN0899.JPG" border="0" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/Sex8GpwzEMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UfTcSYieNCw/s1600-h/DSCN0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326768913004040386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/Sex8GpwzEMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UfTcSYieNCw/s320/DSCN0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/Sex8GarAJBI/AAAAAAAAADw/fzbF6JUAzmE/s1600-h/DSCN0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326768908953199634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/Sex8GarAJBI/AAAAAAAAADw/fzbF6JUAzmE/s320/DSCN0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/Sex8GGBjVZI/AAAAAAAAADo/OyrawYoiYXI/s1600-h/DSCN0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326768903410636178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/Sex8GGBjVZI/AAAAAAAAADo/OyrawYoiYXI/s320/DSCN0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was ck's birthday party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Napfa was kinda good for me la i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.4km run/walk - B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sir and reach - B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pull-ups - A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shuttle run - A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sit ups - A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Standing Board Jump - C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only my academics were this good ah...HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats all, i'm tired man....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BORN TO BE WILD!!!!!!!!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-4869200551129083698?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeyDXHbtUUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/m5j3AZebHkw/s72-c/DSCN0896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-7172219238779700502</id><published>2009-04-14T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:56:18.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm,today went to school feeling dissapointed as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting 1st part of school was bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow after the party in the canteen of celebrating chwin kye's bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got more cheered up i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures shall do the talking then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The tracks of my tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing me guess what i will do during the time after lunch till 4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously playing soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, game was alright...Managed to JOGA the ruggers.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to score and had a volley that hit the crossbar at the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the feel is back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sebas is BACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway game was great, wet like hell after the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to fitness corner slack slack den sir james came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed the founder's application form den slack again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to remedial as i changed out of my white shirt and it was wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remedial was better than i thoought and air-con plays a great role in it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pic was editted by me for the sake of fun and laughter.No offence dudes...Way back in 2008 3Gracious2 where toilet was our hang-out area...HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324522125888727730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeSAqbhOKrI/AAAAAAAAADg/kpVHD6v_MPY/s320/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALRIGHT!!!Message from you today!FINALLY!You said your prepaid was low.So i hope that was why you didn't reply den!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm waiting for more of your replies.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Message me please&lt;/span&gt;.I need you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-7172219238779700502?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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you?'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeR_u4vjQ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/YLRjCpfCYNI/s72-c/DSC05444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-8299234191697844360</id><published>2009-04-13T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:20:40.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointment?</title><content type='html'>Was i too over concern about you?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it anything that has to do with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why you just have slight feelings for me and den go back to the colder side of you?&lt;br /&gt;You came online and i was so happy to see you.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow i wanted to know if you still have that feeling for me...&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you probably didn't meant it.&lt;br /&gt;When you told me those words, i went up to cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see some achievement, but den again...&lt;br /&gt;You pushed me away so far now that i can hardly see you or feel you.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to get me happy and sad all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school and i was kind of worn out.&lt;br /&gt;By you, by myself, by everything.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i should carry on trying to survive my days.&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just sit back and watch what will happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you will eventually go with another guy?&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be left all alone?&lt;br /&gt;Watching everything and everyone changing as time flies.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it wasn't right for me to carry on loving you so much though the fact that you love someone else already.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy to get over the breakup with you and try to get you back again.&lt;br /&gt;Now that you don't give a shit about me, don't give a damn about me or even wanna reply my msg.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you just want me to die down, slowly forgetting you.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to forget you, saying i'm wasting my time waiting for you or even something that i know will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that i can get you back. But now, i'm not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;I used to say that i'll get back with you soon, guess i just wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Seen you today in school for just that few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;You appear walking pass me all the time but talking to your friends.In fact, guys.And i guess it was on purpose...&lt;br /&gt;But why won't you just appear talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i'm getting that 2 things you said you were gonna give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting and I guess i may not be able to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Not replying my msgs made me even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything seem almost lost, i'm not sure if i should continue hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;If things were just that simple...&lt;br /&gt;If only we started last year, our relationship would have became stronger, better and we can even be together now.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you really loved me last year, i went with you but why did that someone had to come in...&lt;br /&gt;He messes everything up and leaves them lying around just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I think i just have to carry on surviving each day, hoping, wishing, wondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-8299234191697844360?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/8299234191697844360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/dissapointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/8299234191697844360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/8299234191697844360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/dissapointment.html' title='Dissapointment?'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-5966631702539932049</id><published>2009-04-11T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:40:54.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending my brother to training</title><content type='html'>Alright bro, its just another day in camp. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camps are typical.Trainings and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be over soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up in the morning, went to par sir ris bus interchange and took the bus to SAF ferry terminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323458398585852274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeC5NWhHkXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Tdg9K2h3TGI/s320/DSC05430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took boat there and seperated from bro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So me, mum and dad continued on our journey around the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, they didnt show us everything actually.Showed us first aid centre, stadium, swimming pool, bunks(13 beds)2 close to window (BAD) and 1 facing door with table inbetween(WORSE)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MSG-ed bro to quickly snatch bed if can.HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den went to sit down 1st, relax after walking in the insane burning sun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den go to lecture room see wat they are provided with and how to use all those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den go canteen slack slack awhile.Ate Mee Siam with dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den go auditourium i guess thats what they call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch video, listen to commander speech, see bro and mates oath, den "Majulah Singapura" and off we go to makan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not nice la the veg chicken okok only, rice normal, apple abit chilled soup sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den enjoy eating liao say bye bye to bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wa lao...den he go fall-in...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323458838357820626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeC5m8y7RNI/AAAAAAAAACg/gWrOG8bCe3Q/s320/DSC05428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den they walk walk walk, very fast den zoom, gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only can hear "Yes Sir!!!" on the way back to jetty to wait for boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boat sucks, aircon spoil.Suffocating in there.Den come out happy happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go take bus den realise bus also abit cannot move den air con also very lousy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home because no swimming club ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIAN!Den go home dad sleep, mum go cousin hse, i use comp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den eat with dad den go walk walk at northpoint and mum joined later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-5966631702539932049?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5966631702539932049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/sending-my-brother-to-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5966631702539932049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5966631702539932049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/sending-my-brother-to-training.html' title='Sending my brother to training'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SeC5NWhHkXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Tdg9K2h3TGI/s72-c/DSC05430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-4162532759234495356</id><published>2009-04-09T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:02:42.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You make my world go round</title><content type='html'>Well, didn't update coz too tired la...Haha.&lt;br /&gt;These few days been staying back after school to practice for speechday.&lt;br /&gt;Speechday was held yesterday and the marching wasn't that well done in my opinion(:&lt;br /&gt;Think the others could see me in the hall?They had a camera that records the parade and somehow people in the hall were able to see the parade.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to stage to recieve CCA award.Not bad, got a box with something wierd inside.&lt;br /&gt;Den after that went to canteen changed out of full-u and decided where to go next.&lt;br /&gt;Saw you with your friends but i guess you just don't see me.&lt;br /&gt;Went on with friends for lunch and den home.Should have stayed in school to watch...&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that he stayed backto watch you from 3rd floor, i felt wasted&lt;br /&gt;Should have done the same.You know everything i do is all about you.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to show you smth...Somehow i'm afraid of losing out to him...&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that...you msged me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because you had no one to msg or you wanna msg me.IDK&lt;br /&gt;Cherished every second i have with you.&lt;br /&gt;Asked if you had feelings for me and i got an unexpected reply like this&lt;br /&gt;"a bit,i don know why, when u were marching my eyes alwys searchin 4 u sia..."&lt;br /&gt;Idk if i should carry on clinging on to this hope.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to go back with you.&lt;br /&gt;To the Us that i thought was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a bit of me is nothing compared to him...&lt;br /&gt;You told me you liked him and he liked you too. But he ignores you&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel as i was once like you...&lt;br /&gt;You said hearing me call you "Baby" would cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;Idk if its true.but i won't die try'in&lt;br /&gt;So who do you really feel for?&lt;br /&gt;Now you're away from town, i guess its just me to sort things out myself.&lt;br /&gt;No more msgs from you, no more words.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that that abit would grow when you're away.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to do with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched american idol, Adam was the last to perform on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Simon gave a standing applause to him.As he will be the only one talking due to time limit.&lt;br /&gt;And the last to go on stage was the 1st to get through.&lt;br /&gt;Adam sang "Mad World" by tears for fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adam Lambert-Mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, with their daily races&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, Going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, very Mad World&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and I was very nervous&lt;br /&gt;No one knew me, no one knew me&lt;br /&gt;Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson&lt;br /&gt;Look right through me, look right through me&lt;br /&gt;And I find it kind of funnyI find it kind of sad&lt;br /&gt;The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;Are the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to tell you&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I find it hard to take&lt;br /&gt;When people run in circles&lt;br /&gt;It's a very, veryMad World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the last song in the playlist and hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-4162532759234495356?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/4162532759234495356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-make-my-world-go-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/4162532759234495356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/4162532759234495356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-make-my-world-go-round.html' title='You make my world go round'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3396460148685054458</id><published>2009-03-31T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:39:29.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracks of my tears</title><content type='html'>This song kinda explain the state i'm in now. The lyrics too describes how i actually feel.&lt;br /&gt;Its totally the same!!!&lt;br /&gt;So just wanna say that i'm not how i appear to be actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracks of my tears - Smokey Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm the life of the party&lt;br /&gt;Because I tell a joke or two&lt;br /&gt;Although I might be laughing loud and hearty&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I'm blue&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look at my face&lt;br /&gt;You'll see my smile looks out of place&lt;br /&gt;If you look closer, it's easy to trace&lt;br /&gt;The tracks of my tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside I'm masquerading&lt;br /&gt;Inside my hope is fading&lt;br /&gt;Just a clown&lt;br /&gt;Since you put me down&lt;br /&gt;My smile is my make up&lt;br /&gt;I wear since my break up with you..&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look at my face&lt;br /&gt;You'll see my smile looks out of place&lt;br /&gt;If you look closer, it's easy to trace&lt;br /&gt;The tracks of my tears..&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3396460148685054458?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3396460148685054458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/tracks-of-my-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3396460148685054458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3396460148685054458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/tracks-of-my-tears.html' title='Tracks of my tears'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-5495383539699418768</id><published>2009-03-30T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:30:30.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>Alright,today went to school as normal other than being much more sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Was watching I robot half way den sleep la.Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Den today went to school boring.&lt;br /&gt;Man's talk den PE...&lt;br /&gt;Den lessons lessons.&lt;br /&gt;End school soccer with Mr suriya?nabil,ws all those la...&lt;br /&gt;Until about 3 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Den do free running with galen and chwin kye...&lt;br /&gt;Do do do den my hand the bubble burst...&lt;br /&gt;Now hurt like ****.&lt;br /&gt;Den drill boring la.&lt;br /&gt;Go home slack awhile den realise need chiong Founder's Award application.&lt;br /&gt;So chiong chiong chiong.Halfway thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Den go northpoint take photo.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, got white shirt inside sia...HOW???&lt;br /&gt;Den do do do until now lor.&lt;br /&gt;10 bucks for 8 passport size photos and 1 disc of the actual pic -.-&lt;br /&gt;Damn lame lah...&lt;br /&gt;Den rush home...&lt;br /&gt;So now at home lor.Damn tired.want to sleep liao la.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been boring for me la, without you it ain't as great as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem to me that you are the one i keep want to be with?&lt;br /&gt;I'm always waiting for the day to be with you...but why it always never last long?&lt;br /&gt;You messaged me recently and i was elated!&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that i jumped up and down...&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, you meant nothing but i took everything i thought for the truth&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of holding you close to me and being with you were so far from where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;Can i be closer to you?I'm not ready to lose you yet.Give me time to prove...&lt;br /&gt;I'm worthy of your time.All i ask for is you to look at me one last time before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Can i have you for a longer period if i'm back with you again?&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can and i'll work towards it if you let me have another chance.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm supposed to do this for you.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you unconditionally no matter how bad it is...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-5495383539699418768?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5495383539699418768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5495383539699418768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5495383539699418768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-512224974954120099</id><published>2009-03-28T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:44:47.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent???</title><content type='html'>Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Then repost as you're __% innocent.Note: Lucky you! There aren't boxes at the side for you to check off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Smoked&lt;br /&gt;02. Drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;03. Cried when someone died&lt;br /&gt;04. Been drunk&lt;br /&gt;05. Had sex&lt;br /&gt;06. Been to a concert&lt;br /&gt;07. Gotten/given a hand job&lt;br /&gt;08. Been verbally/sexually harassed&lt;br /&gt;09. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody&lt;br /&gt;10. Went scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;11. Had a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 94%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Felt someone up and/or been felt&lt;br /&gt;13. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;14. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before&lt;br /&gt;15. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;16. Been to prom&lt;br /&gt;17. Cried at school&lt;br /&gt;18. Gotten lost in a Wal-Mart or a department store&lt;br /&gt;19. Went streaking&lt;br /&gt;20. Given or received a lap dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 92%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room&lt;br /&gt;22. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house&lt;br /&gt;24. Kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;25. Hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;26. Driven a car&lt;br /&gt;27. Gotten an x-ray&lt;br /&gt;28. Hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;30. Done drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 89%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Played strip poker/darts/pool&lt;br /&gt;32. Got paid to strip for someone&lt;br /&gt;33. Ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;34. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;35. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;36. Bought porn&lt;br /&gt;37. Watched porn&lt;br /&gt;38. Made porn&lt;br /&gt;39. Made beans&lt;br /&gt;40. Been in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 86%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. French kissed&lt;br /&gt;42. Laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;43. Cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;44. Laughed yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;45. Stabbed yourself&lt;br /&gt;46. Shot a gun&lt;br /&gt;47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day&lt;br /&gt;48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours&lt;br /&gt;49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours&lt;br /&gt;50. Watched an animal die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 84%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Watched a person die&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed somewhere with at least 1 person present&lt;br /&gt;53. Pranked somebody&lt;br /&gt;54. Put somebody in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;55. Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out&lt;br /&gt;56. Made spicy beans&lt;br /&gt;57. Dressed punk&lt;br /&gt;58. Dressed Goth&lt;br /&gt;59. Dressed preppy&lt;br /&gt;60. Been to a motocross race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 82%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Avoided somebody&lt;br /&gt;62. Been stalked&lt;br /&gt;63. Stalked someone&lt;br /&gt;64. Met a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;65. Played an instrument&lt;br /&gt;66. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;67. Cut yourself&lt;br /&gt;68. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;69. Ding dong ditched somebody&lt;br /&gt;70. Been to a wild party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 79%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Donated your hair to cancer patients&lt;br /&gt;82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by&lt;br /&gt;83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 2 months&lt;br /&gt;85. Sat on your butt all day&lt;br /&gt;86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;87. Had a job&lt;br /&gt;88. Gotten cut from a sports team&lt;br /&gt;89. Been called a whore&lt;br /&gt;90. Danced like a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 77%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Been mistaken for a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;92. Been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;93. Been told you have beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;94. Been told you have beautiful hair&lt;br /&gt;95. Raped somebody&lt;br /&gt;96. Danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;97. Been rejected&lt;br /&gt;98. Left a restaurant without paying&lt;br /&gt;99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face&lt;br /&gt;100. Been raped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 74% innocent...&lt;br /&gt;Not bad...A b3...1% more to A2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-512224974954120099?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/512224974954120099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/start-with-100-and-subtract-1-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/512224974954120099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/512224974954120099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bear any grudges against you.&lt;br /&gt;Its even worse when you told me that the one you fancy now is him.&lt;br /&gt;He was with me throughout the OBS...&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were friends and never came to my mind that you would fancy him&lt;br /&gt;Now its another story to be told.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a friend with the girl you loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;I appear happy for you both but deep down, i'm sad and dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;I know i shouldn't feel this way but my feelings have over control ovear myself.&lt;br /&gt;The time when you told me its him, i was already a broken man.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm a shattered man.Appearing to be totally intact fine.&lt;br /&gt;Scenes of us replay all the time but it doesn't help me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Just never understanded why i stubbornly continue to allow this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats love.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess you'll be contented after given a chance to be with him...&lt;br /&gt;So i'll wait till you remember me.&lt;div 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/&gt;Watching the person you love most leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;It was harsh for me but i guess i'll have to face the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later maybe going to TK's place swim.&lt;br /&gt;If not den i guess i'll do my work la.&lt;br /&gt;Alot to do...got no time at all...&lt;br /&gt;Now very tired after playing soccer with the guys...&lt;br /&gt;Not on form today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt; sang &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tracks of my tears&lt;/span&gt; which i thought was good.&lt;br /&gt;Simon PRAISED him!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hardly get that.&lt;br /&gt;He was voted to go to the next round...&lt;br /&gt;Someone was eliminated but good thing it wasn't him!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA....Thats all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see me sad?You happy seeing me sad?&lt;br /&gt;I always thought loving someone means to be happy when he or she is happy and sad when he or she is...&lt;br /&gt;But this time round, I guess you really meant its over.&lt;br /&gt;But deep down inside, i'm not over with you yet.&lt;br /&gt;So why bother talking to me when you said you don't want to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-2087693843457850308?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/2087693843457850308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-week-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/2087693843457850308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/2087693843457850308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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kenna stand infront...&lt;br /&gt;Den after that go up...Sit down and wait for class dismissal lor.&lt;br /&gt;Go back class, Lessons as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose go detentin, they never write my name so i say no need la den take EZ-Link card run away&lt;br /&gt;Den go play soccer awhile after school den go home liao...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't stay back for AQ coz very sian la...Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Den sian sian lor...Go home send my bag for check...&lt;br /&gt;Den take Adidas jersey back alter coz sleeve too long and hole too big...&lt;br /&gt;Now sleeve shorter but hole still big leh...&lt;br /&gt;Den just now MSN talk to her la...&lt;br /&gt;She sound very happy lor...&lt;br /&gt;Den I very sian la...&lt;br /&gt;Love her so much but just can't have her because of her excuses and other ppl...&lt;br /&gt;Den dl Adam Lambert songs la...&lt;br /&gt;Now put all 3 into the playlist&lt;br /&gt;Original singers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Satisfaction-Rolling stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Black and white-Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ring of fire-Johnny Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam Lambert very powerful la, think he can win...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy his albums...&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you everytime your image appear in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna say hi to you in school but you were never alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna find a chance to talk to you but you're always busy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whats with all these?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop putting poems when you don't mean it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me straight if you wanna say something to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me guess the meanings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know i'm waiting for you,so why make me wait for so long?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you tested enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If so, come back to me so i can hold you in my arms and never let you go again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If not, i guess its better that you stop now or i might break down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losing you is what i'm afraid of the most and now you are letting me experiencing it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope that you will come back to me someday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-6377890740956857207?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6377890740956857207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/heywassup-today-very-sian-leh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/6377890740956857207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/6377890740956857207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/heywassup-today-very-sian-leh.html' title='Late for school'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3759481257296603734</id><published>2009-03-24T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:03:07.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence thingy</title><content type='html'>Type out the sentence you end up with in the TITLE of your note and tag your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January-------I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February------I loved&lt;br /&gt;March--------I karate chopped&lt;br /&gt;April----------I licked&lt;br /&gt;May----------I jumped on&lt;br /&gt;June----------I smelled&lt;br /&gt;July-----------I did the Macarena With&lt;br /&gt;August--------I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;September----I danced with&lt;br /&gt;October-------I sang to&lt;br /&gt;November-----I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;December-----I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a snowman&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best friends' boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15-------a goat&lt;br /&gt;16-------a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19------ - a smurf&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25-------a football player&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an iPod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a surfer&lt;br /&gt;30-------a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;31-------a llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last number of the year you were born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1--------- In my car&lt;br /&gt;2 --------- On your car&lt;br /&gt;3 ----------- In a hole&lt;br /&gt;4 ----------- Under your bedapr&lt;br /&gt;5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;6 --------- sliding down a hill&lt;br /&gt;7 --------- in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;8---------- at the dinner table&lt;br /&gt;9 -------- In line at the bank&lt;br /&gt;0 -------- in your bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White---------because I'm cool like that&lt;br /&gt;Black---------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Red-----------because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;Green---------because I think I need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Brown---------because I can.Other----------because I'm a Ninja!&lt;br /&gt;None----------because I can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now type out the sentence you made, in the TITLE and tag your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped on a football player in a hole because i'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds funny yah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3759481257296603734?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3759481257296603734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You always get A's/B's on your report&lt;br /&gt;[X] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/ Accounting&lt;br /&gt;[X] You know your multiplication table by heart&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play badminton or table tennis or Irish Pingpong&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've seen the asian version The ring/The grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You go/want to go to a university and would NEVER consider an apprenticeship&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own an asian car (Honda, Toyota, etc)&lt;br /&gt;[X] You're not the only child&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've gotten little red envelopes around February&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can solve a rubiks cube&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have noodles somewhere in your house&lt;br /&gt;[X] You play video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Every time you're going out, your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have karaoke at home&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've been to a LAN Shop more than 3 times&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have incense sticks/moth balls in your house&lt;br /&gt;[X] You don't wear shoes in your house[X] You can use chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get nothing if you do well in school, but punished if you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have asian songs on your computer/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't like football&lt;br /&gt;[X] You like Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a curfew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what ulzzang/tb means&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what purikura is&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've played final fantasy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe in fortune cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 15&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know what is bok choy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've heard the song "Got rice?"&lt;br /&gt;[X] You've had pockys/yan yan before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you ask for your mother for permission she goes "Ask your dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X's so far: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 16/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiplied by 2: 32/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32% asian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-7682155815098196897?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7682155815098196897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/asian.html#comment-form' title='0 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1,Reach school early...Help to arrange things, inspection for the instructors...&lt;br /&gt;Den after that, inspection for campers.&lt;br /&gt;Den they clean bunk...clean clean clean, pump pump pump&lt;br /&gt;Den drills, pump pump pump&lt;br /&gt;Everything also pump pump pump&lt;br /&gt;den night time go hiking...&lt;br /&gt;Walk with Bunk1 alot of wierd ppl...&lt;br /&gt;1 smelly,Antony,Peizhi,2 keep very close guys...&lt;br /&gt;Den me,desmond and damien go follow them lor...&lt;br /&gt;They quite good la, Last to Leave First to come back finishing the whole hike&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some other groups, skip checkpoint,nvm...But kenna seen cheating by sir...&lt;br /&gt;LOUSY LA!haha...&lt;br /&gt;Sleep halfway, cramp and threw my leg at yin lun...&lt;br /&gt;He help massage while i sleep.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah...&lt;br /&gt;Den day 2...&lt;br /&gt;Morning wake up very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Very tired and den they having 5BX&lt;br /&gt;Instructors walk down, shout at them coz they not doing properly...&lt;br /&gt;All their fault la,if not i can sleep longer...haha!&lt;br /&gt;Den eat,den devotion,den drill theory(Nap-time)&lt;br /&gt;Tried calling her again...This time she picked up!!!((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;Very happy.Was in the Bunk filled with primers and instructors.&lt;br /&gt;Den i call den suddenly rushed out.Guess they found out...&lt;br /&gt;Den talk and hear her voice about 7 minutes only den she gtg...&lt;br /&gt;Asked her why she's been avoiding me by not texting and recieving calls.&lt;br /&gt;She told me to go with the other girl...&lt;br /&gt;Den keep telling her i only love her,she keep on insisting sia...&lt;br /&gt;Den very sian lor.Go back bunk, fake sleeping but actually thinking of her...&lt;br /&gt;Den outdoor cooking, Saw a dead hairless bird stuck at the drain railing...&lt;br /&gt;Took stick flip up to see wat it really is...Disgusting corpse...&lt;br /&gt;Ate magi mee, and alot other can food.&lt;br /&gt;Finished already went to prepare for Night Games(TORTURE CHAMBER)&lt;br /&gt;1st person come in no blindfold...kenna pump, kenna bullied&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the rest that wore blind fold and were tortured by us(Ek,Alex,Edwin and me)&lt;br /&gt;Threw water bombs at them...&lt;br /&gt;Latest trick, make the spitting sound den throw small piece of wet tissue at them.&lt;br /&gt;Den torture torture them...&lt;br /&gt;Sedi-a them...Pour bucket full of water at them,play their hair, quarantine them inside cubicle&lt;br /&gt;CK went in alot of times and keep kenna make fun by me.&lt;br /&gt;Desmond Neo 1st time go in stay inside for very long&lt;br /&gt;Galen,Damien(sec1) and Dyan go in, kenna for very long also...All same size&lt;br /&gt;Den next, Instructors came in...Campers go and catch instructors...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i go inside toture chamber&lt;br /&gt;Den 1st person, Yu Xiang"MONKEY SEDI-A"den he sedi-a&lt;br /&gt;Den put him at wall, throw alot of bombs at him hard hard...Scare him&lt;br /&gt;Den came Jing Sheng.Kenna the "spit" by me and thought it was real...&lt;br /&gt;Den milo bomb bag at his white shorts...&lt;br /&gt;Time up, all went to fall-in.&lt;br /&gt;Instructors, cleaned toilet...&lt;br /&gt;Easily done and very capable...HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Den day 3,Even more tired.Wake up 5am...&lt;br /&gt;Den eat,bunk inspection pump pump pump,go Yishun GV for enrolment service&lt;br /&gt;Go there keep dozing off...&lt;br /&gt;Den kenna sabo do the "Therefore being justified by faith" song actions&lt;br /&gt;Do,do,do den sit back down...&lt;br /&gt;Finish the thing go ask for donation,Not much ppl gave me...&lt;br /&gt;Den went to KFC eat den maybe soccer at 900+ later...&lt;br /&gt;Alot of homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What're you afraid of?I know its because of her...&lt;br /&gt;Don't care about what she or others say...What about us?&lt;br /&gt;Don't give us up so easily...&lt;br /&gt;We could have been for very long already if not for that jerk and this girl...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I always want to be with you, having you by my side is really good.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just stay here with me...I miss you,I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just reply my messages ,answer my call or call me back?&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-6702863783694671679?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6702863783694671679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-always-want-to-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/6702863783694671679'/><link rel='self' 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and clean storeroom.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned storeroom, Drill was sucky.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, better brush up lah.Its the worst i have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Went to take 804 after that, den 800 to church office.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting bla bla bla...She msged me.&lt;br /&gt;I say i wanna see her even if for only awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Den kept her waiting coz meeting was being dragged.Sorry if you ever read this.&lt;br /&gt;Den once finish everything, rushed out of the church office and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see her, so called her lor...Den talk talk talk see her already...&lt;br /&gt;Helped her take plastic bags den walk walk walk lor...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her so close was a pleasure, one of the most memorable thing that happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk walk, tell her that its only her that i will love.&lt;br /&gt;But she kept throwing me at H...&lt;br /&gt;Have to say that i was really dissapointed la...&lt;br /&gt;Why must things turn out this way?&lt;br /&gt;Went home online, saw you online too.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to you but you didn't reply and went offline.&lt;br /&gt;That felt worse.Den your pm was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"It hurts when you have someone in your heart, but you can't have them in your arms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are talking about me, but i have a strange feeling that you found a new guy...&lt;br /&gt;I feel that was too thats why my pm became ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"My sentiments too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which meant that its my point of view too...&lt;br /&gt;If you ever read this, you'll know that i meant you in my pm&lt;br /&gt;Anyway had dinner with Wei han,Damien,Jakeh and NJK&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's camp!What shall i do?&lt;br /&gt;Still gotta inform sirs on what they will be doing!&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me...&lt;br /&gt;I won't give you up, I know i'll be with you someday...&lt;br /&gt;Later going to Woodlands library to do all my homework...&lt;br /&gt;Still remembered the time when we went there.&lt;br /&gt;Holding you hands and not letting go.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i just can't bear to let you go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-7583118273203712303?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7583118273203712303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sure-that-youre-one-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7583118273203712303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7583118273203712303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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and you're like so happy la.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of seeing you in interchange last night.And it happened today&lt;br /&gt;You were with guys and i was alone at 1st...&lt;br /&gt;You keep telling me that there are much better girls out there.&lt;br /&gt;But you should know that its only you that i want...&lt;br /&gt;I feel worried that you may go off with other guys, leaving me here waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I know that we're gonna be together again someday&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your laughter...&lt;br /&gt;I miss your voice...&lt;br /&gt;I miss holding your hand...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time that we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up and den walked to interchange take bus...&lt;br /&gt;Saw her, but i guess she didn't notice me.&lt;br /&gt;Den saw sharon so sat beside her talk talk talk...&lt;br /&gt;Reach school go for Physics...&lt;br /&gt;Den lesson lesson den english mrs tay not here.&lt;br /&gt;Play with visualizer all these...Play play play&lt;br /&gt;Den use mp3 play music...Haha&lt;br /&gt;Funny la.&lt;br /&gt;Den SS study study, den Lesson over go canteen 1st...&lt;br /&gt;Saw her again.This time with more guys...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling more and more jealous sia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Den go broadway eat...Eat Eat Eat den go home...&lt;br /&gt;Now posting lor...&lt;br /&gt;Later meeting NJK at 4...&lt;br /&gt;Go NP slack slack den go tk's place for swimming...&lt;br /&gt;Hope some miracle would happen la...&lt;br /&gt;Hope for you to come and say you are really serious now and wanna start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I would agree unconditionally la.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that day to happen...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-5973321285446594960?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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I saw you but you didn't see me again&lt;br /&gt;Texted you , replied first few den appeared busy.&lt;br /&gt;Please find time for me...&lt;br /&gt;Really wonder whats on your mind and what are you really doing.&lt;br /&gt;Always busy, that why we haven't talked on the phone even though how badly i want to hear your voice...&lt;br /&gt;You know that i miss you,why won't you just get back with me and cherish the time?&lt;br /&gt;Let me treasure you at least 1 more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, today went to school study study den slack slack&lt;br /&gt;Study study again den go northpoint eat eat and joke joke joke...&lt;br /&gt;Walked home thinking bout you and look at your photo.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym but wasn't ready yet, arm was still as hard...&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at food court.Eat eat eat den go home.&lt;br /&gt;So now here posting lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not getting over you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait till you realise that i'm the one whom truly loves you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,enough bout that la,those are actually how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;Thats why appear lonely sometimes, cause i miss you&lt;br /&gt;Tmr another round of remedial den going TK's place swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very day 7/3/09 was when you made me feel that my dream has finally came true...&lt;br /&gt;Now its all gonna restart again.Me going through all odds just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;And you just waiting for me to come and make me smile again.&lt;br /&gt;You may hurt me again but i don't mind because being with you makes me feel that i'm the luckiest guy in the whole wide world to have you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-8932599719959843813?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-7649883645446712581</id><published>2009-03-14T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:27:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Unknown( mistaken for Jolene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself&lt;/strong&gt;:You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education: &lt;/strong&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-7649883645446712581?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7649883645446712581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-this-httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7649883645446712581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7649883645446712581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-this-httpwww.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-6340116385266401955</id><published>2009-03-14T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:28:24.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 March 2009</title><content type='html'>Okay,today parade totally destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Whole company kenna pumping, some ppl did more some ppl did less&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's for your own good.Just like your Mama always told you&lt;br /&gt;Teaching drills is indeed a frustrating process.&lt;br /&gt;First you feel that they suck,then suddenly they become good&lt;br /&gt;Praise them and they suck again.&lt;br /&gt;After parade played abit of soccer, could hold the ball for long...&lt;br /&gt;Ate at KFC for lunch den go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long met jakeh at YJC, funfair...&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk walk,den play coconut bowling.Throw already win 1 coconut&lt;br /&gt;Drink Drink Drink den find haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Yu Hang , some of the ex-students and some teachers&lt;br /&gt;Den sit down infront of the haunted house den saw Jessica&lt;br /&gt;She say her sis act as ghost in the haunted house...&lt;br /&gt;Den wait long long until our turn...&lt;br /&gt;4 ppl go,1st Regina(4G)-Kelvin-Jakeh-Me&lt;br /&gt;Go in at 1st relac relac, den kenna scold by the haunted house ppl coz we too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Den go up 2nd floor got praying to a photo thingy...quite eriee&lt;br /&gt;Den go forward 1 girl combing hair,not scary at 1st&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin even go brush her hair for her.&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking back as we walk past.&lt;br /&gt;Scared she from behind grab me...HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Den i last one mah,she turn den smile at me...&lt;br /&gt;Scare the hell out of me la, den walk quickly...&lt;br /&gt;Den suddenly someone pop out den i kick the metal sheet beside that fake zombie.&lt;br /&gt;Den walk walk walk,cannot see.Got 1 idiot keep waving red light stick&lt;br /&gt;We tell them stop den too dark we stuck&lt;br /&gt;Den he ask still want light stick we say yes&lt;br /&gt;Den we go out and laugh laugh laugh&lt;br /&gt;Walk to see streetsoccer game,took a ball and joga with Jakeh,did neckstall finally.&lt;br /&gt;Den rain,walk home with them coz my house near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home miss somebody again,den go and eat LJS and study abit with Wei Han&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed "Leap Years" story book to read since need to do book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den go home that time keep looking at her pic.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;Gave you loads of messages and missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you reply at least 1 of them (hopefully the call)&lt;br /&gt;Looked at you but u didn't notice me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were too busy...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-6340116385266401955?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6340116385266401955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/okaytoday-parade-totally-destroyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/6340116385266401955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/6340116385266401955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/okaytoday-parade-totally-destroyed.html' title='14 March 2009'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-7671569317517017236</id><published>2009-03-13T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:11:09.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Okay,Today PTC lucky parents didn't go...&lt;br /&gt;Heard from chwin kye that the teachers keep sabo-ing him&lt;br /&gt;Den heard that Gerjo also kenna like hell.Joke Joke Joke den do the bar weight thing&lt;br /&gt;Tried almost everything and biceps were trained at last...&lt;br /&gt;After that talk about suppose to have 10 ppl coming for gym den end up only 2&lt;br /&gt;Erwin:Sprain Leg&lt;br /&gt;Chuen Kai:Sick&lt;br /&gt;Antony:Computer Games&lt;br /&gt;Chong Siang:Re-do areoplane&lt;br /&gt;NJK:Go malaysia(actually sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;Wei han:Act sick&lt;br /&gt;Den do do do la, laugh laugh laugh den do do do again.&lt;br /&gt;Den go take bus meet wei han eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;See him den make fun of him la, say him fat and look like lizard&lt;br /&gt;Play play play la very funny&lt;br /&gt;Den go walk walk end up eat KFC&lt;br /&gt;Eat Eat Eat den disturb Wei Han&lt;br /&gt;Den walk home and bathe.&lt;br /&gt;New matress (seahorse) very hard, just now morning cannot wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want to do everything for you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel i always want to be with you?&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to hold you in my arms, but only your picture is in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i can be with you.&lt;br /&gt;And why can't you see that i am so in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;Why not say yes, so i can be much closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll even run around the world,I will swim across the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Just so i can be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday in everyway, I only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the time when we were together, all the fun, joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of having you close to me like never before&lt;br /&gt;Can't cope without it. Tmr going school early just to look at you more&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i can see you, cherish everytime i spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go back to the way we were before, and treasure every moment with you&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i can be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-7671569317517017236?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7671569317517017236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7671569317517017236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7671569317517017236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-6574524551310822145</id><published>2009-03-05T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T04:19:35.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday Today</title><content type='html'>Alright...Today was a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;Shall start from yesterday, went for aq racky.Route was totally not suitable for hike.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, we took a wrong turn and ended up going to kranji&lt;br /&gt;We could have been to woodland first.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school around 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;The school was totally dark!&lt;br /&gt;Went home and found my bro and his friends playing mahjong&lt;br /&gt;Joined in and den turned in soon.&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up very restless.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school and been through the whole cycle.&lt;br /&gt;After school went to play soccer.Fed-up with myself!&lt;br /&gt;Den keep falling on the ground to block shots.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't on form!Sorry Guys!&lt;br /&gt;Continued until a group of floorball boys came in.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off by certain person in the team, and wasn't able to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;Played on and realised that my pants was totally wet!From top to bottom!&lt;br /&gt;Insane i know...&lt;br /&gt;So got home ate dinner now planning for March Camp lor...&lt;br /&gt;Sucks when you have people that attitude sucks and can't help themselves!&lt;br /&gt;Thats all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-6574524551310822145?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/6574524551310822145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/6574524551310822145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/6574524551310822145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-today.html' title='Yesterday Today'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3266044829272976341</id><published>2009-02-28T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:12:41.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee...Saturdays are getting boring):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway went to parade in the morning,did some drills and scolded some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't expect the boys to become so poor in their drills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to really train them from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at some of them,attire problem,Dressing problem,Bearing problem,Drills problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be hell to them if they still continue with this kinda standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many were not here, Fall-in didn't have time due to GB's fancy drill training.DAMN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting took about 2 hour and we went for lunch at around 2.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intended to go out and buy earpiece but ended up sleeping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too tired i guess.Met NJK and Wei Han for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate KFC den went to library.Wei Han left awhile later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NJK and I were doing our work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished,we went to walk about in northpoint since going home early got nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went around northpoint about 5 or 6 times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den we saw this staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308016972477566658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SandUDpFDsI/AAAAAAAAABY/ILy9I1z4KjA/s320/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first, there were sound coming out from there.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to investigate on it.It turned out to be the anouncement.&lt;br /&gt;So got nothing to do den i thought of my bag's brand...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308016980633920210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SandUiBtItI/AAAAAAAAABw/pUCM4anNwkU/s320/DSC05338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was influenced by some parkour stuff and decided to do something random that looked like a stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308016984320020066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SandUvwijmI/AAAAAAAAABo/iZG46W1GgCE/s320/DSC05337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308016980575029970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SandUhzqitI/AAAAAAAAABg/o6yuowdKgJM/s320/DSC05336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amazingly, my bag was "stuck" to my body.Landed with a loud "BANG"&lt;br /&gt;Walked home and slept as i was too tired...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today,I'm going to decide weather to go to lavender or not!&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't feel like.But it seems like i'm the one causing trouble if i don't go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a  dilemmia!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3266044829272976341?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3266044829272976341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/gee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3266044829272976341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3266044829272976341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/gee.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SandUDpFDsI/AAAAAAAAABY/ILy9I1z4KjA/s72-c/DSC05335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-7075955033185172830</id><published>2009-02-25T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:14:20.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jacksonmichael.info/images/Michael_Jackson_Thriller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jacksonmichael.info/images/Michael_Jackson_Thriller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright...I've been listening to songs by this dude here.&lt;br /&gt;He's the king of pop!!!Heard that he is going to perform a concert this year...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today went to school as usual la.And it rained like the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;Raining very heavily, must be the construction causing it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,can't do 10 pull-ups anymore ):&lt;br /&gt;Must be nvr train la...Must get gold for NAFA den no need go extra training for NS&lt;br /&gt;This sat will be having drills lesson.Hope the juniors can really buck up their drills.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, We are not the best UG in Northbrooks anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm gonna do everything i can to bring us up!&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck yeah?Haha&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fatigue these few days.Restless, can't sleep .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something's bothering me but i just don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Soccered today and found out that i'm very prone to sweating!&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't as agile as before. I can feel the strains... Getting old i guess&lt;br /&gt;Every minute every second counts. So cherish it before its too late!&lt;br /&gt;Adults wanna be young and kids wanna grow old.Haha&lt;br /&gt;Thats all!Next post maybe after swimming at TK's place!&lt;br /&gt;FYI Swimming club has 2 or 3 new members already!&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!Haha!Alright.Take care whoever that reads this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-7075955033185172830?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/7075955033185172830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/7075955033185172830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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always took timing for the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to do 10 pull-ups!Impressive eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt; in the park appearing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305486117896190018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SaDfg7n3-EI/AAAAAAAAABA/c0OJD6PUqyA/s320/DSC05327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305486117602491746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SaDfg6h2fWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2bZfzUkMVjg/s320/DSC05324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305486118891257282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SaDfg_VHfcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/JeWLVsglq14/s320/DSC05325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to meet Wei Han and Njk for dinner den slacked awhile in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning was games day, got some feedbacks that we were too fierce/unreasonable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, didn't let that bother me and went to have lunch after parade.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Wei Han, He lost his wallet...I know how it feels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 7 went to broadway to eat with njk and Tng Kwang den walked to Tng Kwang's house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His bike was dismembered!Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway reached tk house and they wanted to rest awhile before swimming so slacked till 830?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Njk insisted that we pay Hong Khang (I guess its spelled like this)and Ting Zheng a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Hong Khang wasn't in and Ting Zheng was playing ball at home i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He accompanied us to the pool and went off soon after we helped him wash his soccer ball...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no goggles so i borrowed 1 frm NJK since he brought 3-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tng Kwang brought Snorkels and i tried using it...But failed~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den went to try out all the jacuzzis!!!(Like the one that seem like a bed with 5 bubble shooters)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha...Den walked to another pool and swam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played with the life float and challenged breath holding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a swimming race which somehow i went berserk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did a full front flip!Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha...After all that we headed back to Tng Kwang's House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played NJK's PSP(WWE as usual), NJK playing with Tng Kwang's comp and Tng Kwang playing his mini gameboy advance.Haha...Thanks Tng Kwang for the invitation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out of the house around 10 plus and waited for the bus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road was quiet and not much vehicles coming through so i decided to do something which is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305486124351413250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SaDfhTq63AI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sNHiWNOi9j0/s320/DSC05331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305486123171947042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SaDfhPRtoiI/AAAAAAAAABI/DELYATOcfqc/s320/DSC05329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad ,when we were gonna take more shots, more vehicles were passing through and came the bus...I wanted to do a freeze there but too bad ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we boarded the bus and realised it was 11+!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alighted, walked home and slept (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-5767632555639243310?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5767632555639243310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-in-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5767632555639243310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5767632555639243310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-in-week.html' title='All in a week'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SaDfg7n3-EI/AAAAAAAAABA/c0OJD6PUqyA/s72-c/DSC05327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3944006634666900667</id><published>2009-02-09T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:40:16.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring...</title><content type='html'>Today school was boring lah...Went to school thinking that nothing's gonna go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.I forgot to give my SS model essay punishment to that shrewd...&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll find him early in the morning tmr and hopfully he won't rant at me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Hope my plan works(:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tmr's lesson is gonna be super boring...&lt;br /&gt;Boring teachers and their boring voices...*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;FNN coursework not done yet...I'm so dead!&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to re-decorate the room but it looks like there's not much time huh...&lt;br /&gt;Moved to the Senior Block which was better as the toilet and water cooler will be nearer...Haha&lt;br /&gt;Poor Juniors...&lt;br /&gt;After school waited for NJK and WS to go makan and sew chevron...&lt;br /&gt;Ate KFC and went on to sew chevron then went home...Haha&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go do my Fnn and Mt homework...&lt;br /&gt;Hope to sleep early!&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3944006634666900667?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-1874786657445875976</id><published>2009-02-09T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:44:56.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From me to you.Today at 1:36AM.Tag 10 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions that follow and fill them into the blanks of the template:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who texted you),&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5).&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7).&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;You should also know that I (10) (11).(12), Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I really like you&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscopes don't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - Last year&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the park&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Looking&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - CastrateBarefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the colour of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - At me lovingly&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard souffle&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Open&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How happy i felt&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm openOther - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the colour of your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Your photos&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching Snoopy bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Others - The memories in the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your some of your photos&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Results of your blood sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the last letter of your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will always will remember&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water - Our friendshipBeer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The moments we had together&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second World War&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you want to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hong Yun,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;strong&gt;I'm in love with your sister&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;strong&gt;First of May Under a state of trance &lt;/strong&gt;and I saw you &lt;strong&gt;drive out the crazy monk&lt;/strong&gt;.I'm sure you're &lt;strong&gt;senile&lt;/strong&gt; enough to understand &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;santa doesn't exist&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm returning &lt;strong&gt;Your photos&lt;/strong&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;strong&gt;your collection of butterflies as a memory&lt;/strong&gt;.You should also know that &lt;strong&gt;I told in my confession today about a new life as a clone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;Fuck off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards, Sebastian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-1874786657445875976?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/1874786657445875976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-me-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/1874786657445875976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/1874786657445875976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-me-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-3567003399069104490</id><published>2009-02-08T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:18:53.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put this on your blog</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sylvester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sewage man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scrub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shitted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you'd shout : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salt water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-3567003399069104490?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/3567003399069104490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/put-this-on-your-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3567003399069104490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/3567003399069104490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/put-this-on-your-blog.html' title='Put this on your blog'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-9023901832543234732</id><published>2009-02-07T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:21:18.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>07/02/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright...Woken up by Make It Mine - Jason Mraz(Alarm ringtone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed and met ek at inter and board 806.Ate breakfast and went to meet des.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way saw a bird being squashed neatly.Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for des to come,assigned to go 7-11 buy ice and syrups and was almost late for the parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falled-in and something special happen.They were knocked down...Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the programmes came awards and promotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone were promoted from SGT to SSG and i thought that me and ks would be the 2nd last SSG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den...SSG to WO SSG Sebastian Koh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes IC!!!*March quickly and very kan chiong*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After parade went to eat with the primers and sirs.Van Ride was fun...Like a rollercoaster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took 806 home and met Zuriel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home,rest awhile accompany wh and njk go to amk hub...Went to check price for PSP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nth else to do so went back to Yishun Funland.Played 1 hr of dota+cs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300059439836368530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SY2X-sfnDpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJK6Z82VugE/s400/Dota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300059897521742914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SY2YZVgTpEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HhOWxJyqwVc/s200/cs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Quite fun since quite long never play...Den went to eat at the new LJS branch. &lt;div&gt;Someone told me new outlet bigger serving...And it was even smaller than the older outlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat already slacked awhile and here comes the funny part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were girls making sounds behing WH and he was using his sight to see who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next a cat was pooping and he was trying to hear it.LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was laughing with NJK like Peter Griffin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to library and borrowed 2 books for reference for re-designing my room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all,Gonna rush my coursework now...ITS KILLING ME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-9023901832543234732?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/9023901832543234732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/070209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/9023901832543234732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/9023901832543234732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/070209.html' title='07/02/09'/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SY2X-sfnDpI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJK6Z82VugE/s72-c/Dota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-5233205180935488258</id><published>2009-02-05T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:16:42.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School's boring and everything's a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coursework not done yet.Deadline is tmr 8pm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still modifying it to lengthen it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sian...Don't know wat to write.Filling up the pages with "ENTER"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to finish and play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299285710809147314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SYrYRvQVJ7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NzL_xbwJIU0/s400/Starcraft.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And please tag or just say something...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all folks.Nothing else to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-5233205180935488258?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/5233205180935488258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/schools-boring-and-everythings-waste-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5233205180935488258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/5233205180935488258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/schools-boring-and-everythings-waste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALph5J2fL8Q/SYrYRvQVJ7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NzL_xbwJIU0/s72-c/Starcraft.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263159327581793321.post-809547147154204655</id><published>2009-02-03T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:30:32.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/263159327581793321-809547147154204655?l=fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/feeds/809547147154204655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/809547147154204655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/263159327581793321/posts/default/809547147154204655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatmanandlobbin.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13893325535297825429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
