<?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-15394149</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:50:04.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>venture deep into his world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6732282980642652105</id><published>2008-09-11T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:56:42.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first thing why i dont like to update. i really hate my blogskin. somebody please make one for me that'll motivate me update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i'm going to take a "break" off blogging for a while until i can find a reason to start resuming again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この生活はいやだ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6732282980642652105?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6732282980642652105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6732282980642652105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6732282980642652105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6732282980642652105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-thing-why-i-dont-like-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4498173418807941164</id><published>2008-07-25T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:40:51.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.  forgot to blog again lol!! that was long. i caught a cold recently. must be due to the recent cold weather. but it's highly annoying. now im currently spamming tissues to clear out my poor nose. a delay of more than 3 weeks. regarding the pictures of the japanese student guide tour, im lazy to post them because i would need to censor my face if i were to do so, which im lazy to. so i'll skip that part. but nvm for this entry, there will be quite a load of pictures coming up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, let me start with this month's COSFEST IV over at downtown east about 3 weeks back. met up with linger in the morning, and asshole made me wait this time, instead of the usual opposite. lol. he had his 1992 club homies tagging along since they all live in the same area as we do. so everyone was late in the end. wait, except me. im actually early. so it was a trap to make me wait -_- next time im not gonna fall for that. linger's 1992 homie friend's friend is quite chio though. oops =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an awkward journey to the east. linger's friend was really silent. no intro no nothing no talk. zZZZzzzZ. so it was like awkward silence throughout the 45 min bus ride. boring shit i swear. kinda wished either of us would open up and start a convo going. wouldnt be so awkward that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cosfest IV, was okay to me la. saw good ones, ok ones and CMI ones. i brought my camera along, intending to take photos of those good ones. and with the hordes of other cameramen hogging certain good ones. i didnt get the chance to take. bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's my pathetic shots for day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvN2NiHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l7RccC2NTCQ/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvN2NiHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l7RccC2NTCQ/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991128687773810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvRAgiDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/A4bTv8nhHRI/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvRAgiDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/A4bTv8nhHRI/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991129536268338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvns10cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Z7PWSIG9AVY/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvns10cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Z7PWSIG9AVY/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991135627792834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvn0BBXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YTya3Oe2WWg/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvn0BBXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YTya3Oe2WWg/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991135657887090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAv_4ySiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qbIBkGT1WSo/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAv_4ySiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qbIBkGT1WSo/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991142120344098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random meal after we got bored roaming the tentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoBWHAMbeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kIyrhr5XUow/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoBWHAMbeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kIyrhr5XUow/s320/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991796865494498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoBWVUZ5lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IVCpSzKSP9g/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoBWVUZ5lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IVCpSzKSP9g/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226991800708359762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a jigoku shoujo poster and a shirt at the end of the day. seriously i think some stalls there are a waste of space. they need more otaku stalls. there was this pretty good stall selling a decent collection of otaku stuff, ranging from manga to artbooks to japanese magazines and EVEN DAKIMAKURA. i was DAMN tempted to get the giant dakimakura i swear. but i held myself back because im afraid of carrying around such a big pillow around with people staring. anyway, i wished for a better character on it instead. someday i'll get the one i want i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the event rather early because i found it getting boring. furthermore i had to report back to camp by 1130pm that night. which is irritating. so i guess i rather go home and get some rest first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the end of cosfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for some random snippets about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, during my 24 hour duty in camp, most of the time i would be carrying my arm(rifle) and standing like a dumbass statue at either one of the posts during rotating shifts. and i would be wearing my LBV (also known as combat vest) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a rough idea what's inside my vest during duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoDPlF5swI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FWEbNK2iO3o/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoDPlF5swI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FWEbNK2iO3o/s320/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226993883706667778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. recently last week, i went to watch DARK KNIGHT. and it was so far the best movie i watched this year. awesome  show, i'll rate it 22 out of 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was expecting it to be a lively movie outing, in the end, people backed out last minute. haizz. the movie was ON FIRE. watching it was early as 1245pm and it was already selling fast, and the following timings after that were all in RED. we're a lucky bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner. first time eating at Far East's Wasabi Tei. and it was kinda good. but the wait in queue was ATROCIOUS. there was already a small queue gathering outside the store at somewhat 520pm, so we walked randomly downstairs first while waiting for the doors to open at 530pm. when we returned at 530pm, the queue snaked. we waited till 7. SEVEN PM. before finally entering. i almost died waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had iced green tea with salmon sashimi (fucking good shit) and beef teriyaki set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept forgetting to take a pic of the food, but took picture of something else instead. my horribly broken chopsticks loL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoE7bva7tI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TleOvc95k8E/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoE7bva7tI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TleOvc95k8E/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226995736622329554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bill chalked up to $47. which is considered quite normal for typical japanese eateries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an insatiable urge to visit SUNSHINE PLAZA. so i did. and bought a new lamp for my room. lol. that was random right. but i serious hate the uber bright lighting in my room, so i purchased this lamp for $33. it has a rheostat built in and adjustable through taps on the edges, so i thought it was quite cool and it has so far been the perfect addition to my dull bedroom. sunshine plaza is a like a mini version of Akiba. i enjoy going there now to browse through and even do a little &lt;i&gt; otaku&lt;/i&gt; shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i bought some other random stuff too. not mentioning here, just browse through the pictures below and make a guess ; D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures to describe my sunday. let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoGuedy_DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4L6zdi6Mdws/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoGuedy_DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4L6zdi6Mdws/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226997713038670898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoGulwVf1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BSed9Cen3II/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoGulwVf1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BSed9Cen3II/s320/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226997714995478354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoGu_XaoNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/I79_-c2IiAs/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoGu_XaoNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/I79_-c2IiAs/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226997721870278866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new addiction. online shopping that is. bought a shirt off j-list.com and i'm surprised at how fast it actually took them to ship to singapore via AIRMAIL. and just a few hours ago, i've already spent more than $100 online. and all i have to do now is just sit back and wait for confirmation emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back. after 1 week and 3 days wait. i receive this in my letter box. and im a happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoP2-D8JuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6Q82yV_Cguw/s1600-h/DSC00182d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoP2-D8JuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6Q82yV_Cguw/s320/DSC00182d.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227007754563757794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoIMTu0FaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bv2f6Hy9WkY/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoIMTu0FaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/bv2f6Hy9WkY/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226999325064959394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoIMe89giI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8uX-rQsQVkU/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoIMe89giI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8uX-rQsQVkU/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226999328077087266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoINCIEcqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kO4P2dnxDo8/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoINCIEcqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kO4P2dnxDo8/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226999337518920354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now, i've got my ass to the kitchen to do some baking for tmr's sgcafe picnic outing. i genuinely made these brownies myself, except the ending which my mom did the cutting of the brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoI7ScfgSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5nWhzTdeoyk/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoI7ScfgSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5nWhzTdeoyk/s320/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227000132173529378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit, it's 1am already. i have to sleep NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明日、お楽しみに！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4498173418807941164?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4498173418807941164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4498173418807941164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4498173418807941164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4498173418807941164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SIoAvN2NiHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/l7RccC2NTCQ/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3678039221425166900</id><published>2008-07-03T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:34:08.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things have been happening recently and they're not really good things to be precise. i guess my luck is a little down, but i do feel hurt sometimes but i dont say a thing, i just fuck it and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most recent thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp stuff. yala i know you'll probably yawn. i'll carry on anywayz. we have a new superior now as the previous staff sergeant is posted out. most of us dont like the old guy but i find that he's still okay. and this new guy... at first i thought he was nice, but i was wrong. he is even more farked up that i could ever imagine.  he SET new ground rules for us and that annoyed me A LOT. because it's like taking freedom away from me. now whenever i have 8 to 5 support duty, we all have to COME BACK FOR ATTENDANCE TAKING BY 1130PM THAT VERY NIGHT. usually under the old system, i report back to camp around 530am the following day, much more convenient since upon reaching, i could start my regular 24 hour duty as per normal. i seriously hate sleeping in my camp bunk. it's just... not very hygienic i could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair 2 days ago because i was told it was too long. duh, i knew it was as my sides are touching my ears. so i had my uncle to cut it for it. BUT then the next dAY, that new bitch checked me and said my hair "cannot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just half an hour ago. I FREAKING SLOPED MY HAIR FOR THE SECOND TIME IN 2 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@(U(@*)@(%@%~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this new guy sucks dick seriously. i wish the old staff sergeant replaces him!!!! his english also like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try this, i quote directly from what he said 2 days ago. dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BIRD SERGEANT :  you all better do your duty properly whenever you SUSPOSE to do this you do la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible diction is one thing. now we have a lot of dumb unnecessary fall-ins that deprived us  of going home earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aRGHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, things on a brighter note now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, i took my leave smartly, took 2 days off, but  i got 5 days in a row holiday. one of the days i went to do my usual japanese highschool student touring. it was fun. i got an all girl group again. some of them were cute. but i havent used conversational japanese in almost 6 months. so my tongue got tied on several occasions chatting with them. one girl in my group is a soccer fan and she could even tell me the scores of the recent EURO matches. wow. shes a rare kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im lazy to update what happened in detail. gotta go sleep soon, probably in my next post gona upload pictures of the tour and some other crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NII PAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; so tell me why, or why not???? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3678039221425166900?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3678039221425166900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3678039221425166900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3678039221425166900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3678039221425166900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-have-been-happening-recently-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4418980804968136949</id><published>2008-06-28T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:34:10.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be back for updates soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking one month didnt touch this blog loL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regular updates back within the next 3 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4418980804968136949?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4418980804968136949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4418980804968136949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4418980804968136949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4418980804968136949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-be-back-for-updates-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-1226204141618612377</id><published>2008-05-26T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:14:14.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed StreetFest because of inevitable duty. Xeths called me up the day before for a gathering during the actual day but oh well. yet another cosplay event that i'll miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood has been going up and down for the past 24 hours. firstly because im pissed off with my team leader as he is indirectly denying me of taking leave on 31st, which is next saturday. fucking hell, it's so obvious that your lying saying that day is FULL because i fucking checked the leave forecast before even approaching you. i suspect that you are planning to take on that itself thats why you put my request on "pending". dickhead, he treats me like some kid. nevermind i shall reciprocate the way you treat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and arrr, ya, this morning when my team dismounted, i was told to do extra 2 hours of work when everyone else finished like 6am? i stayed until 8. to rub more salt into the wound, as i was walking out of the gate, i saw my bus quickly approaching the opposite end, so naturally i would run for  it since this bus takes AGES to come once it leaves, aiyaa, since i said above my mood was down, you readers can predict what happened to me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus whizzed past my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i reached there to flag on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some backtracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the day before Vesak DAy, i was invited to a reunion with my japanese teachers and ex classmates at my sensei's house. as usual i was lazy and cabbed there instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was certainly a good feeling to reunite with old friends, especially my sensei. i havent seen her for more than 6 months!! her first comment about me irritated me a little though. she said i've grown &lt;i&gt;fatter&lt;/i&gt; -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yappari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought so myself too. my friends, please be honest if i seriously look like i've gained extra pounds. i will be pissed but it's still good to be honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be because i've been taking too much soy products, increasing in the number of female hormones and therefore dropping in metabolism rate. okok im thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to where i was. err ya, we had dinner again, she prepared food for us. the language for the whole of sunday was Japanese. my japanese was REALLY rusty. and im really surprised on how much my ex classmates' japanese has improved over the months. full time classes really pay off well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted nonstop over countless topics, including ARMY life -_- gays, and lots of other weird stuff. all the Japanese teachers present there were female, and the topic on gays seem to really interest them ALOT. no wonder girls love yaoi so much -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downed a couple beers and wine. this time, i controlled myself and didnt get drowsy or tipsy or anything shitty. i was fine all the way. until suddenly my body started feeling all airy and i kept "burping". not exactly burping la, it's just air releasing at a slow rate from my mouth.  not until suddenly i had difficulties breathing and my eyes are turning bloodshot. not wanting to create a scene, i excused myself from the table and went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vomitted out onigiri, okonomiyaki, and lots of other japanese delicacies out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. what a horrible way to end a reunion with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab home and wen to a 24 hour clinic to assess my health situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctor looked REALLY young. i mean seriously looked like someone who just graduated from secondary school. he gave MC for the next day, and that automatically made me feel well straight away LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until later i received the bill for my medical treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sir, total bill would be $103 please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and immediately this picture sprung up my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SDrRNoblL-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OFNubmExKDc/s1600-h/!!!!!!!!!a1_wtf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SDrRNoblL-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OFNubmExKDc/s320/!!!!!!!!!a1_wtf.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204702351501635554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhuhruhr my wallet took so much damage that night  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taxi fares almost $30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now add on that dreaded medical bill. im so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the next thing im looking forward to would be soccer outings. i seriously need to exercise more. had one last friday at RP with a couple of Sgcafe peeps. i havent touched physical football in ages, so my 90% of my passing didnt get through. but i applaud oreo's effort and will to move forward despite falling down so many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy. good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i dislike you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-1226204141618612377?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1226204141618612377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=1226204141618612377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1226204141618612377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1226204141618612377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi_26.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/SDrRNoblL-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OFNubmExKDc/s72-c/!!!!!!!!!a1_wtf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-7349899803800622795</id><published>2008-05-14T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:44:28.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the 15th of May today. for the past 2 days, Sgcafe was under maintenance and life is boring without sgcafe to be honest lol. other forums just couldnt match up to Sgcafe. always filled with entertaining content, and with people around the same age range, it is the perfect place to linger around, and not say, spam too. but i is not spammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, i experienced something quite odd at a coffeeshop in bukit batok. i was eating dinner with a friend. then suddenly this guy came up to me and started pulling my arm and begged like hell in front of me for one dollar for food.  i was shocked la. at first i had the "DONT TOUCH ME YOU FUCKING FREAK" mentality. but i softened immediately realizing that he isnt normal, he's retarded(seriously, no joke) from the way he spoke. so i forked out a dollar and placed it on his shaky palms. he thanked me and placed a piece of paper on the table and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt. weird. what's this piece of paper for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flipped it. and there are 4 numbers written on the underside. 4D numbers? i highly doubt so. if it were to hit first prize, i'd be really surprised, and maybe that guy could be an angel in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, was duty as usual for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bullied and dissed like hell, but i think im getting immune to all the verbal insult. they wont ever change, uneducated as they are, it's no use getting annoyed for long at them. requested to take leave on the 21st, but last minute i was told to cancel it because i had to go for live range that day. fucking hell, 21st is gonna be a sexciting day because it's the clash of the titans in MOSCOW, champions league finals. if im not given a chance to watch, i'll be extremely pissed. to make up for that, i took leave for tmr, 15th, thursday lol. a good 2 days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewinding further back to May 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as well as the final EPL match that night to determine who's the champion of this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and manUTD were crowned champions  for the 2nd consecutive season in a row. damn, im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what did for my mom on mothers' day? i took her out for dinner, my dad tagged along. we went to Jalan Kayu to eat. if you were thinking prata, NO. thats being extremely cheap. there's this western restaurant along the streets further down from the infamous prata stall there. named Mad Jacks. sounds a little retarded, but the environment is nice. clean, and reasonably filled with crowds. had to wait for about 15 minutes before we're given entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner cost me $68 in all, which is considered really cheap already, paying for 3 heads. i dont mind since i got my pay the day before. filling a little rich, im gonna do somemore shopping for clothes and crap in the days to come. most probably during the next weekend, the 17th and 18th since im off on those 2 days. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway talking about dinner there. it features Western Cuisine. dad and I got rib-eye and sirloin steak respectively, and my mom ordered the same shit everytime we go any western restaurant. the same ol' fucking Fish N Chips.  service was quite disappointingly slow. took them ages to deliver my steak. and i need not say how long they take to deliver the dessert. even way fucking longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's dessert, looks cool. tasted decent. i love fried bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SCsrZfdsekI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yi_PuAka2dE/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SCsrZfdsekI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yi_PuAka2dE/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200297911672142402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for mother's day. great day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days before, rewinding even further, forgot which day, but i went to Clarke Quay alone just to grab myself this irresistible box of strawberry chocolate mochi. i think i saw it last week and highlighted interest in it, but that time i just didnt have small change in my wallet so i told myself to come back another day. anyway now i've got it. the packaging is superb, but the taste is errr.. just not as good as the packaging itself -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SCsslvdselI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jVqC78cuwQw/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SCsslvdselI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jVqC78cuwQw/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200299221637167698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought new manga recently again. bought 2 books and that set me back at least $40. kino sure knows how to burn wallets fast -_- bought the 2nd book on impulse as i thought it is a horror manga revolving dolls. but in the end it's some mediocre shojo manga with half-baked storylines. waste my money!! zzzZzZzz. plus the artwork is quite lousy to my eyes, suggesting to me that it might be quite an old manga.  so far, my money is well spent on the manga i've handpicked from the shelves of taka's Kinokuniya. not until i bought this piece of crap manga entitled DOLLS. i dont think anyone would be interested to buy from me this piece of shit even if i ever post it on Sgcafe's marketplace -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost 3am now. i think i slept too much in the day. 7 hours in camp before dismount. oh ya. my camp's bunk is REALLY hell stuffy in there. sleeping there is equivalent to sleeping in a sauna. so i came up with an idea to sleep in the office. actually, after spending a night there, (i brought my own farking sleeping bag to sleep there) i concluded the bunk is still better place to sleep in. at least it has a proper bed, not the cleanest but, still a farking bed which is soft and gentle on your back. the office is just WAYYYYY too cold. i shivered like hell on the night i slept there. brrr, but somehow, i wanna sleep there more often..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray for leave tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could sleep the whole farking day, and get ready for Friday's duty feeling all refreshed and charged. and yesssssss, the weekend off too! received note that my japanese teacher is inviting her ex-students to her house this coming sunday. im SOOOooOOo going~!! cant wait. even though my japanese now sucks cock. I CAN ALWAYS REFRESH MY MIND AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, a random picture to end today's entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SCsy1fdsemI/AAAAAAAAAII/1zdnttfXdvA/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/SCsy1fdsemI/AAAAAAAAAII/1zdnttfXdvA/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200306089289874018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; What are you suffering for?&lt;br /&gt;Your pride or some kind of personal war? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-7349899803800622795?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7349899803800622795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=7349899803800622795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7349899803800622795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7349899803800622795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi_14.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/SCsrZfdsekI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yi_PuAka2dE/s72-c/DSC00093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-662296159948343176</id><published>2008-05-06T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T04:23:28.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they strike again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im convinced now that the culprit isnt from the team i hate, but it's from my OWN fucking team instead. i have 2 suspects in mind. what a bunch of losers with nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from pouring bandung from the top of my cupboard which led to it seeping into my locker and making it all sticky and stinky after a few days, and NOW, they're up to a new form of mischief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they taped up my locker with scotch tape. apparently, they wanted me to not access my own locker totally, but those retards have to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just tolerating until i see what further damage they can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i blow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-662296159948343176?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/662296159948343176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=662296159948343176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/662296159948343176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/662296159948343176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-strike-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6248438102537332379</id><published>2008-05-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:34:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished yet another 24 hour duty in camp. somehow, i feel that the reputation of my team is going down. my first impression when i just joined a month ago, was that Alpha  was a great team full of smarter, intellectual guys who get along well with each other and never leave anyone behind type. but i was wrong, as time flies with me remaining in Alpha, the guys are showing their true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some even tried to boss me around wtf, am i your fucking dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they only talk among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have this annoying "lao jiao" attitude, meaning they like pushing all the hard work to the new guys (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, this really sucks. so far i've only gotten along decently with a handful of people. not more than 3. life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously wish to be posted back to Clementi's 2PDF camp again. though far, i'd definitely love it there. not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人間不信。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6248438102537332379?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6248438102537332379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6248438102537332379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6248438102537332379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6248438102537332379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-finished-yet-another-24-hour-duty.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3215390284518400408</id><published>2008-05-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:28:07.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. have disappeared into the ABYSS for almost 3 weeks? or even more? i dont know la, dont bother to count the days, just know that i havent been updating for a nong nong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unit life in NS is relaxed and slack, but life in there isnt really that rosy. reason? because i think im a victim of 'subtle' bullying by the lao jiaos there. my unit at SAF ferry terminal is divided into 3 teams. there's this particular team which i hated, they're basically a rowdy, uneducated group of malays (not being racist here) well most of them are malay. i feel they have something against me since the day i stepped into the bunks and the RP area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the way they diss me everyday when i see them for support duty, but i just kept my cool and remained calm and ignore. not until what happened like 2 days ago? i woke up around 6am to dismount from duty, i walked out of the bunk and guess what i saw. my locker, with some sweet drink, possibly bandung, spilled all over my locker. what the fuck man, those jerks really have nothing better to do. i opened up my locker, and some of my clothes inside got dirtied too.  well, i have nothing to lose, so i just wiped off the stains and mopped the floor around my locker dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre just a bunch of uneducated motor riding individuals anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday they'll get the boomerang effect. if you get what i mean. unintellectual people like toeru wont understand this sentence ; D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, friday, there was a rather last minute movie outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i was hoping for an outing as i didnt wanna stay home especially on an OFF day. and my pleads have been answered. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i left home around 12 to go for piano class first. piano teacher's persuading me to get a new piano for around 4k, but i have no money. and it's only up to my mom to decide anyway not me, but i like that german piano that she recommended. it sounded good. the keys felt nice too. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knocked off  class, and this was the time that i got extremely desperate for company. like, i NEED SOMEONE BESIDE ME RIGHT NOW. it's weird, but im getting tired of being alone, because im always alone most of the time when i go out to kill time or do solo shopping. i really need company to talk to la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat lunch over at mcdonalds. brought my laptop out, but it didnt help much either, the boredom was getting on me, and no matter how slowly i ate my lunch, time was ticking reallllly slowly. my next timing to meet was 530pm ? and currently my watch is stuck at 245?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;430pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set off for kinokuniya. oh, havent said this but, im having a thing for manga nowadays. reading online isnt fun, i like it when it's a book in my hands. it really kills time fast when im out during long MRT or bus trips.and for now, im searching for more and more new supernatural/horror themed manga as im sick of the typical cliched boy-meets-girl highschool themed manga. i need to read something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but manga at kino isnt that cheap either. i've bought new manga almost every week. it's addictive lol. burns $20 off my weekly allowance. i wont mention how much cash that i've been burning every week liao. i know that im not saving at all lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a new manga entitled KIELI. google it for more info. it was out in japan in 2006, but only came to US this year wtf. the US really lags behind alot on japanese manga and anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with cero and oreo came about 15 seconds after i did. lol. that was fast. ate dinner at the hotdog place in the basement. ate the same meal as last time. triple cheese hotdog, but i chose BEEF instead. BEEF ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice. had a root beer to go along. the rest soon came about 1/2 an hour after we're into our meal. as soon as we're set to get tickets. something stupid happened la. seriously i almost felt like crying la. it was damn embarrassing since it was in the open, and there were eyes around. if it happened just among us in a private space, i wouldnt feel as bad. but this got a little far.. i know i have girly pettiness la. thats just the way i am. i dislike physical contact too 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and great, just after i recovered a little from earlier's incident, the tickets were sold out for 630 and 7pm timings respectively. we went to play pool instead. it was the best time for me to cool down and find myself again. had a few good games. it was overall fun : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to treat them to ben&amp;jerry's after pool. kinda as some sort of apology to walking off earlier and hiding in the toilet : X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt ben&amp;jerry's anyway. everyone dug in. i chose almost every flavour except for CHERRY GARCIA, possibly the worst flavor there. i hate the taste of artificial cherry. but dont get me wrong, i love cherries. ironically. but only REAL cherries. those taste like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, after a last minute impromptu decision we still watched IRON MAN that night. my take on the movie is, after hearing the comments of others' of the movie, i found the movie OVERRATED. it's not living to its hype la. action scenes were quite little. but impressive CG still. and after the 2 hour mark in the show, i got sleepy, almost dozed off. took NR6 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait no, took 6N, which is a short cut bus home. but my mistake, it didnt pass by serangoon central, so i had to alight with cero and pei-ed him to wait for NR6 in the opposite direction.  that bustop was creepy as hell. lights were dim. but thats not the shitty part. it had vast vegetation around, and while talking to cero, he noticed something on my shoulder, which was oblivious to me la, not until that "thing" went to my arm and thats when i felt it physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A FREAKING HUGE SPIDER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screamed like a zha bor and smacked that thing away and we siam-ed from sitting down there. i dont want to become spiderman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention it was 130am, and there were many weird numbered buses passing by. EB16, 17, WT 1. wtf man. must be from another dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230am, i was back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. shagged as hell. my wig seriously needs washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW. im contemplating sleep. though i've slept like more than 10 hours today already? gah, im extremely lazy la. 3 hours left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; sensitive to the touch, complicated. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自分が好きじゃないの？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3215390284518400408?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3215390284518400408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3215390284518400408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3215390284518400408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3215390284518400408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-1569899712981629097</id><published>2008-04-14T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:31:06.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i clicked "record", some things were going through my mind. things like, is this just for my personal viewing pleasure or will she notice this, and get me killed instead? wtf, i know i dont wanna be another Edison Chen, but in the end, she still saw it anyway and i had to keep apologizing profusely and keep the flow going on as it sucks to be stopping midway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, for the good of things, i deleted it. things wouldnt turn out to be nice if this were to leak, or if any of my other friends see this. especially female friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY 12th April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly half day for me, but there was this last minute "meeting" and i had to stay on an extra 5 hours. time is extremely crucial to me, so naturally i got pissed la. especially when i had a nice long rest the night before, obviously i wont be sleeping for that extra 5 hours. so i watched a DVD in camp instead. watched HeartBreakers. featuring Jennifer Love Hewitt and Sigourney Weaver, it's a funny NC16 film with lots of lust used to lure and cheat guys. from this movie, i can draw a reference to real life. well, you know how the male brain thinks, and how dumb can most guys be, hypnotized and blinded just by LUST. and end up thinking with his head down there instead of the head up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed home in a cab. the meeting was an absolute waste of my time. cab fare was $18. argh. stripped out of my uniform and changed into civilian clothes and zoomed out of the house to meet liger to go to town for pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at the wrong stop, and worse still, ended up turning one big fucking round just to find the 2nd POol fusion which was just a few meters away. damn stupid la. perspired a little for my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner first at this indonesian food place. wah. the food seriously is good. and darn cheap too, just $6 for a set meal. but the aircon there is like FUCK. stuffy, but the food's good la. the chilli packs a punch, really good on the first few tries, but after countless spamming of the chilli, our faces started to change in color. it began to kill us slowly. hahaha. im definitely eating there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool session that day. i have to say, it was kinda sucky. firstly, there were too many new people i dont know, no introductions no nothing, except for the friendlier guys who either came up to me or i played with. the rest? i played only ONE pathetic match, and ended up paying $4 for it. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they later went to the arcade again. when i hear the word "arcade" i start sighing already. arcade arcade arcade. no other choice of place meh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can say i just wasted my saturday evening. except for dinner part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned back to campsite around 12am. there was a BBQ going on in there. it was our duty sergeant major's birthday thats why. he brought his wife and children in too! his wife quite hot. aiya. dont know why sometimes i have a thing for older ladies. just like my friend. she's 3 years my senior. but we get along fairly well, and have secrets too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duty day. it's a weekend. so it's damn slack. great stuff, especially for my first duty ever. assigned to rotating one to two hour shifts. time passes damn slowly at some point of time la. but i just sucked my thumb and stood there like a statue and eventually time will fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 to 6am that night, i'm free of duties~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up talking cock with the sergeants in the guardroom and played PSP with the dudes in there till 2am ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and live update from my dad on the current football match that i'm unable to watch. the final score? manchester beat the gunners 2-1. i was ecstatic! that boots arse-nal out of the title race. this coming week, BRING ON CHELSHIT. i doubt UTD can win them, but just a draw would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be out for this saturday due to Duty calls. sian. i cant wait for the following saturday. finally i have saturday and sunday at my disposal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it's 12am. time to hit the sack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; temporary love? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-1569899712981629097?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1569899712981629097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=1569899712981629097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1569899712981629097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1569899712981629097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-clicked-record-some-things-were.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4935059199273468863</id><published>2008-04-10T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T06:24:28.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucked up. that's all i can say to summarise for the the things happening in my life. i thought my vocation was the slackest combat vocation ever, but noooOOoO, i'm really unlucky to get posted to a really fucked up unit. back to TEKONG days. Unit life is way slacker than BMT life yes, but the thing i hate most is the restiction of freedom. can you believe that i have to forever work on WEEKENDS AND EVEN PUBLIC HOLIDAYS?! the only time i'm free is after i do my 24 hour duty, and it can fall on any day. walau eh, i feel like killing myself for getting posted to PT SSU (tekong). gone are the days that i can confidently say i'll go out on saturday with my usual group of friends. now, i dont think that can happen again, unless my OFF day falls on a saturday, which is highly unlikely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to destress. duty starts soon this weekend. and i'm hell pissed because i'll be MISSING THE MANUTD VS ARSENAL MATCH, FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on the brighter note, these past 2 days, there were new enlistments going on. so, in other words, meanign that many new guys will be enlisting into the army. on this special day, their parents/family members will be accompanying them in. the highlight of that would be this super cute girl. ok, that wasnt worth blogging -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's seriously damn cute~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but her dress was a bit weird. looks totally like a table cloth -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stood like 20cm away from me, and when she turned and looked at me. i just melted there. totally not doing my shadow duty at all lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, its gonna be 930pm. i better sleep before i'l be a walking zombie at camp tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; And there she was; reflecting so brightly the warmth that she is installs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4935059199273468863?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4935059199273468863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4935059199273468863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4935059199273468863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4935059199273468863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-301643252516924135</id><published>2008-03-31T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:36:25.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. and again im lazy to update -__- too preoccupied with other stuff. even though im idle like most of the time when im online. lol. am blogging over a light snack of nachos right now. perfect night snack. i just hooked up the USB connection to my camera, so this post would be showing some selective photos of the past 3 weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 29th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rather impromptu pool session with the old WBC guys. though it's not really the "original" everyone, pool session still rocked that day. not to mention it was a gay outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really utilize my new camera yet, if i knew the pooling session would turn out to be spastic fun, i would have recorded it lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Evangelion 1.0 you are (not) alone. and i'll give this movie a solid thumbs up : D ecchi and liger went to buy food and missed out the movie's opening 5 minutes lol!!! sian, i havent watched evangelion anime nor do i even read the manga, so im like a blur cock watching the movie. the storyline is kinda complicated, and i can see that this movie is heavily summarized. but i hate the ending though. wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended the day off with our dinner at taka. my recommendation. even though i never really dined in there before =x all i know is.. taka Basement is some sort of a foodie/snacking heaven. randomly chose a stall and the food was not bad. $8 for a set meal. decent pricing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dinner. forgot what's it called, but it's whatever rice with sweet sauce. tasted not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_D7aYLYcMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YJzhcpGePgs/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_D7aYLYcMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YJzhcpGePgs/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183919601688801474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY. (29th march)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted my farking time going out.  i had been researching like hell online for  a new pair of earphones. but this time i'm not actually looking for the sound quality factor, but actually, the sexy wireless factor. Singaporean markets suck. either they have giant headphones type which are wireless, or Creative's ear clipping wireless bluetooth earphones going for $169. the price isnt a factor, i just dislike Creative lol. furthermore, it looks damn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, back to where i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um ya, about the part i said i wasted my time going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sort of went to SIMLIM to check out this bluetooth earphones made specially with ipod compatibility.  reason why i went there was because thats the only retailer in sg bringing in that earphone model. and... the FARKING SHOP WAS CLOSED. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i guess i'll still stick to wired earphones and go for sound quality instead. looking back, those earphones cost a freaking $394. super not worth it if there were to be interference in signal and i get choppy sounds in my ears. but... i still hate tangly wires  &gt;  : ( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. lazy to update furthermore on that unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for some old pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_ECS4LYcNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_-54M1QWOgA/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_ECS4LYcNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_-54M1QWOgA/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183927169421177042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_ECTILYcOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/irzZIpFQ4PI/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_ECTILYcOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/irzZIpFQ4PI/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183927173716144354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_ECToLYcPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RcHM7oc1U0g/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_ECToLYcPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RcHM7oc1U0g/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183927182306078962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is another unlucky day back at camp. to add on to the misery, it's a MONDAY. and everyone has the monday blues, be it at work, school or whatever. and a usualy early morning at Clementi camp. we were instructed to bring our PT singlets and shorts and shoes for morning run because it's "healthy lifestyle day" but in the end there was no freaking run. crappy weight added on to my field pack for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la fast forward to the shittiest part of the day that got me so damn annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 idiots reported that they lost their PSPs and cellphone. so it was a total of 2 PSPs and a nokia NGAGE missing in the lecture theatre. fucking hell. i hate thieves but. dont these faggots know HOW to take care of their precious belongings?! because of these 3 fuckers. my book out timing got extended to 8pm. not just mine, EVERYONE's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sat on grass and stared into space for 3 hours. with annoying insects crawling up our bodies. we endured all these shit just for 3 dumbasses. our Captain wasnt that good either. instead of letting us book out at 6pm after the thorough inspection of all our bodies and bags, the answer is CLEAR. the thief wont be that DUMB to hide the PSP on his body or his back. thinking like a good thief, it's logical that he would either hide it somewhere, or ask some other soldiers around to quickly leave the campsite with PSPs on his behalf.  argh enough ranting already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda tired. i slept only 2 hours the night before. i was a freaking zombie in camp. and i feel my insomnia is returning back. the nightmare days might be back again afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; There's not one girl here that will be lead by her conscious &lt;br /&gt;In a world where every girl wants to be a model &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-301643252516924135?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/301643252516924135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=301643252516924135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/301643252516924135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/301643252516924135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello_31.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/R_D7aYLYcMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YJzhcpGePgs/s72-c/DSC00059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-216800196103970934</id><published>2008-03-25T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:14:56.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. happy (late) 20th birthday to myself. it's march 25th. first day of my new unit posting was yesterday. over at clementi camp. and im loving this course like hell lol. the perfect vocation for me since i hate chiong sua like hell. im a regimental police, so that means that i'll be guarding army camps for the next of my 1 year +++ army life before ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the course is really super slack, we all marched like shit and the only thing we get is just some nagging from our respective sergeants, goodbye to the pumping days. and the BEST THING IS, i get to GO HOME EVERYDAY :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this course is only 10 days though. after that, i get posted out to another camp again to do my job as an RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reverse time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday was a quiet occasion for me. i dont really like big birthday parties or whatever shit. neither do i expect presents from friends, just a humble "happy birthday" is enough to make me happy. oh well, i have 2 birthday cakes in my refrigerator right now. no intention of eating them eat. and both are oddly DORAEMON cakes wtf. thanks to my mom la. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog more but... this is really time consuming. i have to wake up at 530am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; to a friend. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-216800196103970934?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/216800196103970934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=216800196103970934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/216800196103970934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/216800196103970934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2930307698531023084</id><published>2008-03-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:10:44.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooo. so far this has been the one and only day that i actually stay home. and how boring it could be just staying home all day long. i just wasted half the day by sleeping -__- blame the cooling and rainy weather for it hahah. sgcafe is just getting boring-er and boring-er by day. but i found myself something to do to keep myself occupied for the whole day - which is.. playing my PSP. ended up hardcore playing my PSP till nightfall, naturally ignoring all the basic meals of the day. so yah, i havent eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY. (18th March)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Elle's house for jamming session lol. i havent touched guitar since the start of this new year and i thought it would be a nice start by having an anyhow jamming session. so i suggested the meeting timing to be at 7am. obviously they thought i was joking but actually i was dead serious about it -_- i woke up 545am that morning, but knowing the rest had a 99% chance of oversleeping, i went back to sleep hahah (i was farking tired too anyway) so ended up meeting Elle at 1pm instead at IMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cab fare killed me. freaking $17.70~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at Subway and realized having lunch there wasnt worth it. felt like it wasnt even a meal la, more like a morning snack -_- god, my appetite has increased a lot ever since i entered NS. been eating bigger portions of food and getting hungry far easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started setting up my equipment in her living room. elle has a pretty nice apartment hahah. executive apartments are cool. if i had one i would be sliding down the staircase every morning lol. i brought my full guitar gear today, so i'm carrying almost 8kg of loads on my body. heavy shit, but it's my &lt;i&gt; serious &lt;/i&gt; jamming gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn came back later to join the fun. but basically the only proper song we jammed was Glamorous Sky hahah. let me recall.. i think we jammed that song non stop about 10840185250294 times that day?? people might think that we're crazy and not get sian of playing the same song over and over again, but i dont. maybe it's because i havent played the guitar in a while, so anything is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner time. aiya. wanted to eat at Pizza Hut, but the other 2 were broke. if i didnt take that dreaded cab earlier maybe i could give them both a treat. im getting poorer by day. just because of my happy-go-lucky spending habits. especially on transport la.  had chicken rice over at the nearby kopitiam instead. which totally isnt filling so i added a chicken cheese burger as a side. which was still.. not filling enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;830pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left Elle's place and i was damn sian la. the night is still young and i dont wanna go home so fast. so i walked around alone, exploring Jurong a bit. always been a North-Easterner for my entire life, i wanna see how Jurong is like. walked into Jurong Entertainment Center and wandered around. going into arcades, bla bla. got sian again, so i did the most unpredictable thing-- watch a movie randomly. watched Rule #1. chose it maybe because i know Fiona Xie is acting in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rating... i think the movie is pretty well done with a nice twist at the end. thumbs up for Kelvin Tong, a local director for this film.  and it's scary too. i hadnt got the slightest clue that it was a horror movie, all along i thought it was some cop flick. not until the opening scene of the movie, a ghost girl actually appeared. wtf. and yes, shawn yue looks really good in this movie. so did Fiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1105pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wana go home yet. even though im carrying a heavy load. i just disappeared somewhere into the abyss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1251am. im just desperately waiting for time to pass. because there is a MANUTD MATCH LATER ON AT 4am!!!!!! and meeting that low end team that miraculously beat manUTD the last time wtf. i hope they get trashed this time -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, time to upload some pictures from my new camera. i know i have shaky hands la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R-FF3CkKeLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bQoNiVsynkM/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R-FF3CkKeLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bQoNiVsynkM/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179497858336454834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our jamming gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R-FHKSkKeMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4bhxBGHZKNw/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R-FHKSkKeMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4bhxBGHZKNw/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179499288560564418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some snacks bought from Japan, courtesy of my dumb sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R-FHqikKeNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hDPKPRXY8fc/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R-FHqikKeNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hDPKPRXY8fc/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179499842611345618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my snacks bought for tonights soccer match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. possibly we're having a roti prata outing tmr. just the right time when i was just about to ask people out. yay!! ok, time for me to play PSP soon, 3 more hours to go before the match...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;さよならは言わない、だから手をふった。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2930307698531023084?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2930307698531023084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2930307698531023084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2930307698531023084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2930307698531023084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/hellooo.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R-FF3CkKeLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bQoNiVsynkM/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6407196848016604862</id><published>2008-03-17T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:58:18.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a rather short day today. actually things screwed up my evening activity. there was actually supposed to be an sgcafe movie outing. but from the progress of the thread, and response, i already had a strong feeling from the start that it would not materialize. and duh, it didnt. the threadstarter is such a n00b. organize an event but left out so much details, such as time and place of meet, activities to be done, and worse, no contact number given. wtf. i actually wasted my time trying to retrieve his number also from other sgcafe ppl, just to know that it's been cancelled. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that aside, the cancellation of that outing actually led to better things for me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my mom over at Funan to change my ATM card into a Debit card. so i can use it as some sort of credit card now and buy things online under my name. but before that, i was loitering around the shops in Funan looking for a possible birthday present. and i bumped into some of my ex-Lasalle mates while having solo dinner over at KFC. it was quite awkward la but our conversation was quite funny. and i told her im waiting to enter NS hahaha. i cant just possibly tell her straight that IM WEARING A WIG. that would be.. quite embarassing. and it'll dampen my ego also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;635pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was busy eating and my mom kept rushing me to go up to POSB or else it'll close in "15 minutes time". bleh. i continued taking my own sweet time to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the entire process of getting that new card was quick. but i would only get my debit card mailed to me within the next 2 weeks. which is a little.. err long. by that time i'll be stationed in my new farking Unit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after getting the new card with my name engraved on it, it wasnt the end.. yet. i sort of went window shopping with my mom for my birthday gift. and today ISNT my birthday. it's in 4 days' time. and how convenient that we're in FUNAN MALL. just the right place that i would wana be to be shopping for my birthday present hahaha. Last Year, i got an xbox 360 there too. but this year? hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we turned in circles looking at cool gadgets. but what should i really get.. video game consoles are definitely out. cellphones too. though i've always admired the iphone. and Japanese cellphones. and recently i've been looking at the Archos TV. which is basically a portable video player. up to 160gb of storage and has WiFi too for web surfing. but... do i even have THAT much of videos to watch in the first place? besides, singapore is so small, the longest time i spent sitting down stoning in a public transport is still lesser than 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that leaves me with one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after not much hassle, i settled on a SONY DSC T200. for a good $599, it has pretty good reviews online and in magazines. with a sleek look and wide touch screen, 8 megapixel camera. and i chose BLACK. woohoo. thanks for the camera, MOM!! a nice early birthday gift too. packed with some free gifts. including 4gb worth of memory sticks. good stuff, i could use it on my PSP too since it's also a SONY product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy i am, but that's not the end. i went upstairs to grab myself a PSP game. even though Ecchi modded my PSP yesterday to play pirated games, im just plain lazy to download any PSP ISOs off the net. damn time consuming also. so i rather buy it off the shelves for extra convenience. and i paid for this game myself. none other than the latest version of Winning Eleven lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some of your jaws will drop. you're probably wondering how on earth i could be playing one staple type of game for so damn long on the PSP right. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i bought my mom a DORAEMON cake as her birthday present. childish as it may sound. but i think it looks cute hhahah. too bad i dont have any working camera or else i would have taken pictures of the stuff i've gotten today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a happy boy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to teenage hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh fuck. im having a headache now. must be under eating again. i havent eaten anything much for this whole entire day. all i had was just 2 pieces of KFC chicken and pepsi for the WHOLE day. time to search for something to eat in the kitchen. this headache is irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Repair the misery. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6407196848016604862?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6407196848016604862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6407196848016604862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6407196848016604862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6407196848016604862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-rather-short-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-7353995249895108440</id><published>2008-03-16T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:22:39.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh. been a tiring day. have been pissed over things and cooled down gradually over the next few hours. there has been several events over the span of these 2 days. Matsuri that is. over at VivoCity. quite an inconvenient location for most people since it's near sentosa, which is no where near the heart of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of Matsuri. which was the Jrock event. i never liked jrock. i just came over for fun.  lots of familiar faces around, though i do not know most of them in real life. but their pictures keep appearing on sgcafe. the first band didnt play till like 6pm? we came like, 12pm. so it's 6 hours of waiting and stoning. went Daiso and wasted time there. Vivo really sucks for entertainment, besides for their one and only cinema there, which is packed 99% of the time. so watching a movie at Vivo is like almost impossible on a weekend. and E-ZONE there SUCKS big time. they are still featuring TIME CRISIS 2 DAMNIT. WTF. dont know how WOLS they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, our solution for boredom was solved temporarily. we found a PS3 booth featuring OUR FAVOURITE FOOTBALL GAME!!!! so me and liger hogged the machine for the next few hours or so. till there was even a small queue forming up behind us lol. it was damn fun la. eye candy graphics, solid gameplay, only flaw i could find would be the slow running on screen. even super quick runners like Cristiano Ronaldo look like a farking turtle on the field. kept winning liger was the best part HAHA!!! so fun. makes me feel like getting a PS3 for my big day. but wait, since my block leave is only temporary, getting a console would be useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, so the bands started playing. i almost fell asleep. fine, i know the guitarist has skills, but it's just mindless shredding to me. and pure showing off. even when the vocalist took the stage later on, i can barely hear he's singing la. it's just like a muffled noise all the way. so bored i was, i decided to go walk around, grab some fresh air and stay away from the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i could say the whole jrock event was quite a bore la. the crowd was rather dead when the bands were playing. and when the crowd is dead during a band's performance = boring show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY. (today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok firstly, a very happy belated birthday to my mom who turns 40 something(seriously i dont know her age up till now even though shes my mom lol) so i just say "happy 50-something birthday mom!!!" then my mom gave me that cold stare and say, "oi im no where near fifty. still sweet 16." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to stuff. i woke up early for fuck. took a cab for fuck. wasted over $14 for fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wouldnt wanna talk about what happened early afternoon anymore. just annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went home later instead over the dumbest reason, stayed home for a while, had lunch of my mom's cooking (at least it's free. thank god i didnt spend at Vivo. ) and left again soon later to meet Elle and Ecchi at Punggol MRT, to go to Matsuri yet again -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 530pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached Sky Garden and there was the cosplay thingi going on. so i stood and watched. saw many many more familiar faces. waved, waved, said hi here and there. ran away. didnt do much again though. just enjoyed the sea of good and bad cosplay all around. i think the reward of funniest cosplay ever would go to this dude cosplaying as Cloud from FF series sitting amongst the crowd. i dont know why, but i find him damn funnny hahahahha. his wig looks like a live porcupine sitting on his head, and  his expression is super sian. just looking at him brightened up my day already hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;645pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomly suggested to eat over at Marche since it's damn near anyway. actually i didnt wana eat at all la. but since im already there, might as well buy something light. bought 2 cakes. a mango cheesecake and some fruity pastry. set me back farking 11 bucks. expensive shit. and the mango cheesecake was super sour la. kept frowning when im eating it. looks like im having constipation just by eating a stupid slice of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;715pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bid goodbye to friends. and i rushed over to the airport to meet my family and pick up my sister as well who's coming back from her holiday in Japan. (jealousy enrages all over me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom kept rushing me to reach the airport 8pm. and blah, i reached on time okay. but , i ended up waiting over an hour for my parents and sister to show up. i kept losing in Winning Eleven and it added on to my frustration. already pissed for the day already and kept losing in the game is making me even more pissed. then suddenly Xeths from sgcafe called me lol! like wtf, it's damn unexpected. ok la, he's having his guard breaktime so i guess he's bored so he called me up for a while to talk cork. so we talked about the usual. BMT life. it's guy stuff la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. they showed up. and we went to join the long queue outsides Swensens for our extremely late dinner. and to further ADD ON to my frustration. my mom told me that my sister hasnt gotten a single thing that i wanted her to get while she was in JAPAN. so i got even more annoyed and starting scolding her like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf, you've got 8 days in NIHON, and you call me up using the public phone just 2 days before your flight back here to enquire about the stuff i asked for. isnt it plain obvious that you just dont really bother about getting my stuff. and furthermore, you're in FUCKING TOKYO. how easy is it to find a fucking costume shop there. unless you walk around there with your eyes closed. dumb sister. seriously. how useless can you be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "busy" as an excuse is the dumbest thing i can hear, especially from someone on a FREAKING HOLIDAY. it's a fucking vacation, not like as if you're working there right. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry. just venting my anger here. lol. but for that moment when i was told that she hasnt gotten my stuff, i was really hyper pissed untill i almost thought of skipping the entire dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, in the process of me cooling down while sitting down on the comfy sofa seat at Swensens, my dumb sis explained to us her great experience in Japan. great food, clean city, cute people, great service standards. duh. i already know. then my mom was so taken in, she declared that, me, my dad and her are going to Japan next year together hahah. yyay!! minus my dumb sister!! it's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dinner at Swensens was a REALLY heavy one. ate till my stomach literally exploded. plus a chocolate fondue at the end. and i cant finish my milkshake. it was really too much la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home like 1130pm. my sister bought me a shirt from Harajuku for me as a birthday gift. the cutting is great, and even though it's M sized, it seems to fit me perfectly. though it may seem a bit girly to me, this 3/4 sleeved shirt is nice! hahah finnaly, a consolation gift for me. and ya, also a bag of Japanese goodies/snacks and candies. ok, so she's not that useless afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my mom is gonna change my ATM card to a debit card tmr, so i can buy whatever things i want online. so i can still get my pikachu suit afterall(if i can find it la) and other crap. but i'll have to bear with shipping charges and the time taken to ship to our tiny island. it's still better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realized that my block leave seems to fly so fast without me even noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im left with one week exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to make use of this vacation period to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; lonely and pleading phantasm,&lt;br /&gt;we only get what we see, gazing so desperately.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-7353995249895108440?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7353995249895108440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=7353995249895108440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7353995249895108440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7353995249895108440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/arghh.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3544794963702756226</id><published>2008-03-13T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:31:06.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; im now blogging from a random toilet in cityhall. just happens to have a decent signal here to connect to wireless@sg. i dont know what's wrong with me. but now, im acting like a 15 year old emo girl. im just 3 minutes away from a piano exam in this same very building  but, i know im going to fail it. the exam has been paid for since last year, but due to my sudden enlistment into NS, i didnt have much time to spend on the piano. and now, the big day is here, just minutes away. but my confidence level has gone down like crazy. and now, im contemplating to skip the exam. i know lots of shit is going to happen over this. for example, my cellphone is going to start ringing like hell, and im going to avoid picking it up like an emo girl who just got dumped by her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry, mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this would affect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just dont wana humiliate myself in front of those kids who taking the exam too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepping out of the room, knowing that i would fail for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3544794963702756226?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3544794963702756226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3544794963702756226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3544794963702756226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3544794963702756226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-now-blogging-from-random-toilet-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-914575309643683666</id><published>2008-03-11T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:40:07.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's great to be back again. after more than a month's absence hahah. glad to say that yesterday, the 11th of March was my Pass Out Parade. (POP) for those who dont know, it's the graduation parade for army recruits like myself who have successfully complete Basic Military Training (BMT). most of the companies have 9 weeks of endless and tiring training while my company has 13. how unfair right. should have told myself to take NAFA earlier and pass it before my medical test at CMPB. oh well. i passed all the criteria in BMT. but can say that i'm a damn slack solider because im super lazy at completing tasks. now i'll have a well deserved 12 day break before i get my unit posting on the 21st, which is unfortunately my birthday as well. hopefully SAF gives me a nice unit as a birthday prezzie. NO SISPEC PLEASE. im not commander material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really felt good yesterday to perform in front of a huge crowd of guests, even though our uniform was drenched like crazy under the heavy rain, and for my parents especially. but i got suay at the end of parade. because we're supposed to throw all our jockey caps in the air at the end of the parade. i threw mine damn high up in the sky and i dunno where it landed, so i lost my jockey cap on graduation day -____- i dont really care la seriously. i havent washed that jockey cap ever since i've gotten it on enlistment day 3 months ago. it stinks like hell. my company was the first to leave the island and i'm damn happy. but wait, im feeling a bit emo at the same time. because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the last time i'm ever gonna see my platoon mates ever again. i'll definitely miss the guys in my section. a bunch of colorful and funny guys. some people whom i hate in my platoon, i dont even bother going up to them or maintain eye contact with them. just like one fat indian fucker. and i feel for those who dont have any guests to bring. that means they go home alone just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before POP is already engraved deep into my memories. it's the one and only night that our sergeants dont care whether we sleep or not, they allow us to do anything we want. so people from other platoons were doing their own shit la, like play catching and other nonsense. my platoon had a few birthday guys so we celebrated by having a crazy food party in Section 1. birthday guy bought over $90 worth of snacks from NTUC hahahaha. beating me hands down. because i usually spend about 50 bucks every weekend to bring in snacks for myself and my section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got a hint that something wrong was going to happen to me. because im  the shyest guy in the platoon. every night during shower time, i always take the extreme left cubicle because nobody can see me from there. because im also scared to appear naked. even though it's an all-male community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la. i'll go straight to the point. on the night before POP, 8 guys bound me to the floor and stripped me.  first, they wrap me up in a blanket and push me to the ground. i was struggling like fuck la. and screaming like hell. then they unwrapped me and got 4 guys to hold back my arms. and the rest just pull off my clothes lidat. i was damn pissed off but knowing since it's the last night, i shouldnt care la. just took it with a pinch of salt, put on my clothes and went back to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; 3 months passed. we went through a whole lot together. from getting punished as a platoon, sweating, eating, having fun. i really really will miss you guys. BMT life is really fun after looking back on all the things we did together. Platoon 3. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tear drops from eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay no more EMO-ing liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night after  we got back on the mainland. waited eternity for the bus to reach Pasir Ris Interchange. then my father suggested to have dinner over at East Coast. good idea hahah. it's been dammmmn long since we ever had dinner together as a family. since my parents are always so busy. they took off together just for me. my sister is in Japan right now and im damn jealous. she could have waited slightly longer till today maybe. so i can just go too.  heck, anyway i've sent her and SMS for the list of stuff i wana get in Japan. she better read the SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went east coast to eat. i suggested seafood again (duh) dinner was good. had the usual again. BBQ stingray + greens, satay, cockles. it was nice. and there was barely a crowd there since it's only a tuesday night. haiz. before that, the car whizzed past a lot of nicer restaurants behind. like Waraku Japanese Restaurant and even a KOrean charcoal BBQ restaurant. way better choices. but my parents dont fancy these kinda food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home and enjoying my 12 day break to the fullest. sian. i thought i could go shopping in town today without anything bothering me. but i have to go for piano class instead. i like playing the piano. but. ever since i enlisted into NS, i barely had any time to practise. and i'm having my piano practical exam this FRIDAY. im so gona fail it la. chop. with so many different sections to cover and even one song totally unlearnt. i might as well drop the exam. but i cant do that, my mom will definitely kill me. since the fees for the exam were already in. and my piano teacher has been recently vomitting blood over my piano playing performance lol. aiyaaaa. i dont wanna disappoint my mom. but this kinda things really bo bian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'll be damn free from now till 23rd. time for some serious shopping. hello new clothes and bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a little disappointed over the SGCAFE community. the last time it used to be damn lively with lots of outings and other fun crap. but NOW????? it's like barely an outing. and being MIA for so long, now suddenly got so many new weird clubs and new people. it's like totally different from the past. please bring the past back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana watch SKy Of Love. last week i caught L movie alone and i think it was great. L was damn funny and he looks good in it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to hunt for breakfast in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; For the road that we walk has no more miles left to talk, &lt;br /&gt;Stories on and on we go &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-914575309643683666?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/914575309643683666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=914575309643683666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/914575309643683666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/914575309643683666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-great-to-be-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3520108157554829763</id><published>2008-02-08T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:49:40.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm hi. i know it's a superrrrrr long time since i last updated. well, you know how much i like to rant about army life being shitty and all. but first, a very big happy CNY since it's here. people, it's the best time to let your hair down and EAT ALL  YOU WANT, but watch it with that sinful pineapple tart, since downing one is like 90 calories, which is equivalent to 30 minutes on the treadmill. but for me, i dont give a fuck, i down everything since i'm a freaking MALE. and ang paos are for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently there was this movie trailer showing at Cathay, it's some Japanese movie which looks cool and it captivated me as it seems to be my cup of tea. but WTF, i think the trailer is outdated and somehow the movie just isnt showing in cinemas. sometimes Cathay is just screwed up with Asian movies, they show the bloody trailers and put the release dates but they end up not screening it totally. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, feb 8th, i went over to marc's place, i havent seen my old secondary school buddies is a really farkign long time. but our reunion didnt last long as it was planned really last minute and i have other plans crashing into it. it sucks. i only spent close to 2 hours at his house, i wish i could stay, but i couldnt PS my other friends waiting for me. had a hearty lunch over at his place. the foood was great la. i kept replenishing the supply of beef and chicken pieces onto my plate. sinful, and we chatted about army stuff among the other dudes who, like me, are still currently serving the farking nation. Serving early do have its privileges though, like, i'll finish when they are going to enlist anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;345pm  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to bid goodbye to them. walking to the main road is such a torture since his house is deep inside the concrete jungle of giant houses. oh ya, Sean came with his girlfriend in a car. this hit me hard. no, it's not the girlfriend part. it's the DRIVING PART. how much i delayed learning ever since i turned 18 about almost 2 years ago. and now im banging my head against the wall for not learning so earlier. or else by now, i'll be cruising around in my dad's family car instead of taking public transport 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late hahahahahhahaha. but as usual im always very apologetic for my actions. plans was to watch a movie, but it was a little too late and the movie seatings are eating up fast. so we ended up doing what we always do best. EWTK (eat, walk, tok cock) i'm going back to camp soon. i'm not cherishing my long holidays well enough. i havent watched a single movie so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there hasntn been a single confirmation SMS sent to me over anything this afternoon. if nothing comes up, i'm going to leave any moment now to catch my long-awaited CLOVERFIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; but i just, keep on laughing, hiding the tears in my eyes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3520108157554829763?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3520108157554829763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3520108157554829763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3520108157554829763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3520108157554829763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/erm-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-413943606263559726</id><published>2008-01-13T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:35:53.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booked out. the feeling is priceless. especially when we are marching down to the ferry terminal with our field packs. no matter how little sleep i have, when im booking out, i'll suddenly be charged with so much energy. that's the power of being released out of confinement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly leaving the island at the earliest time so far. 730am. but we're not going home yet. we have this dumb excursion to the Singapore Discovery Center for Nation Education purposes. seriously i felt like just walking out there and go home. NS is just a waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing to KTV @ Woodlands.  i didnt sing much, because i dislike some songs. and neither do i have the voice to sing after that shouting in camp. ate at MOS burger for the first time in about 3 months. though overpriced, i still like thier burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly a movie outing organized by me. some couldnt come so it was sad. there isnt really any good movie worth watching, so i dropped the idea. my original backup plan for the day is to either play pool, or do shopping. there were only 3 of us anyway. since my NS pay came in 2 days ago, shopping sounds like a great idea : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YES, since i've booked out. it's time for me to pamper myself with the food that i wana try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate some cheese prata over at Wisma. overpriced, but i love the type of cheese they use. then went over to Kinokuniya to check out some stuff. i seriously want Kodansha's Japanese Furigana Dictionary. but it's like over $100. oh well. have to wait for my next pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway had to temporarily pangseh them because i have to go for Piano class. i played like shit. havent touched the shitty home piano for about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned back to Orchard. but i went back to my Japanese school to catch up with loss time there. the place seriously has changed so much over the renovation. initially wanted to chat with my ex teachers and the staff there for about 15 minutes. but i ended up talking cock there for over 45 minutes. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is freaking unexpected. while walking in the underpass, i saw my NS company's 2nd LIEUTENANT. of all places i see him here. no way can they ever recognize me through my disguise lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over at Wisma. here's the start of my shopping spree. my spending budget for the day? $200. there was a sale going on, and up to 70% off selected clothes. but those clothes look like fark la. no wonder they wana badly get rid of them. after much hesitation and trying, i settled on 2 long sleeve tops. and that freaking set me back $150. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd location, Pacific Plaza beside Lido for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously the sneakers that i always wear out, are getting from bad to worse. the soles are like wearing out, and some parts are tearing off. and i've always loved brown shoes. since they go well with my color code. which are mainly dark colors. browsed through a shop selling lots of different sneakers. i saw this brown pair of converse shoes, but i didnt wana buy because converse shoes are relatively thin, and the comfort isnt that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a pair of globe shoes over at Ripcurl. when i place my foot in, it feels like sex. so soft, so comfy. it's like having an orgasm with every footstep i take. hahaha. and on impulse, i zapped my card for it. without realizing i've overshot my budget for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total shopping expenditure for shopping : $255&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked over to Far East to do some window shopping. and i'm looking for a nice slingbag to replace my current one. this red slingbag sucks. been usng it since i was sec 2. so do your math to estimate how old it is. found the bag that captivated me going for $40. lucky this time, i controlled myself finally, and decided not to buy, YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;740pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am hungry. we walked quite in circles so, we sat down for a while, and i used my ipod to locate for any pizza restaurants in town. sadly, i thought there was this pizza place in Wisma, but i think it got replaced with a hongkong restaurant instead. fuck. so i found a replacement quick. California Pizza Kitchen over at the extreme end of orchard. i heard from my ex sec school friends that the pizzas there are good. it's up to my tastebuds to agree or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the restaurant looks good. the ambience is perfect. to me la. lots of ang mohs around. which is odd. because why would ang mohs wana eat food that they could find anytime in their own country? so we were led to the basement floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered 3 pizzas, and the bill came up to $84.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizzas are ok, nothing special. i still think Pizza Hut could rival with them in terms of taste. but service wise, california pizza wins hands down. and what a coincidence, the group of guys sitting behind us, are apparently NS MEN. and from the way they talk, i think they are also serving BMT just like me. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked over to borders to a random mag so i could read it in camp during my free time. and once again, unexpectedly i saw someone i know. but this time it's not someone from camp la. i saw Cheryl. the girl i used to like 3 years ago. she looks so much prettier now, and taller. but she was with her boyfriend. and it's the very same guy too -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing her just makes me think back of the way we met  3 years ago. it's so like an "out of a movie scene". i dont bother typing it out since it sounds to good to be true anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up. this day has been quite well spent for me. hahah. though full of coincidences, shopping has been fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'll just have to manage my finances properly. i can be really spendthrift sometimes. i already spent 50 bucks purely just on the day i booked out on TAXI fares. if only there were such a thing as a TAXI CONCESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really so restless now. im going back to camp later. wonder if i should stock up on more snacks. boredom is killing me when i got nothing to do. time for me to just go comfort myself with junkfood and take a nap later before going back to that dreaded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; it's too late to apologize &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-413943606263559726?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/413943606263559726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=413943606263559726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/413943606263559726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/413943606263559726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/booked-out.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-733030015312280260</id><published>2008-01-05T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:53:08.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to post this yesteday. but forgot. well, this topic is famous among Japanese as they like discussing about blood types as they actually believe it can tell the personality of a person through his or her blood type. though scientists have dismissed this theory as a myth, but it's still interesting as it's actually quite true to a certain extent. i've always thought my blood type was O+ but after medical checkups, i found out that my real blood type is actually B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit this link to see what does your blood type say about your personality! and for snippets, also compatibility with other blood types, even though i dont think it's that true for that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.issendai.com/rpgs/takemywings/bloodtypes.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what it says about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with blood type B are the most practical of the blood groups. They are specialists in what they do. When they start a project, they spend extra time understanding and trying to follow directions than others might. When they are doing something, all of their attention is focused on it. They tend to stick to a goal and follow it through to the end, even if it seems impossible. They tend to be less than cooperative, as they like to follow their own rules and their own ideas. They are individualists. B type people pay attention to their thoughts a little more than their feelings, and therefore can sometimes seem cold and serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with blood type B are often considered more relaxed, freewheeling, and unconventional than other types, although not necessarily to an unacceptable degree. In anime, the genki, off-the-wall types are type B, along with any kind of well-intended character who's ruled by their impulses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i'm gonna watch "My Boyfriend is Type B" now, a story about debunking the japanese myth of blood types revolving around couple compatibility. about some dude who dates a girl who's type A, but her cousin, a dating specialist ends up trying to break them up because she is a strong subscriber to the blood type theory. but as cliched as it can be, the movie flows to have the guy eventually falling in love with the female character. i just wana watch for fun la, just to see how true can  it can be, stereotyping a person with a Type B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going back to camp later in the evening. the feeling is really fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i wish there was something at least i could say. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-733030015312280260?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/733030015312280260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=733030015312280260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/733030015312280260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/733030015312280260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/wanted-to-post-this-yesteday.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-764331697941259096</id><published>2008-01-05T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:05:11.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people. im back again!. this time, im really, really fortunate because this is one of my shortest days spent in camp before getting to book out again! the last time i booked in was tuesday night, i stayed till thursday, and i booked out that very evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shit happened the day before i booked out la. we went to IMT, i have no idea what it stands for, but it's basically a virtual shooting range to prepare us for the real live firing range on January 9th. and i was fucking nervous la. the sargeants were screaming like hell at us, then i kept making mistakes, i was shaking like hell when handling my rifle. then i made a dumb mistake by accidentally tilting my rifle sideways, with the barrel facing the person beside me for about 2 seconds. and i got mindfucked big time by this asshole Sargeant whom i dont even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and within that moment, my emotional status went overdrive, and my eyes watered and i broke down in front of him la. i feel like a sissy. but im really not used to some asshole shouting in my face with vulgarities on fullblast without absolute mercy. im a soft recruit by nature. and guess what that asshole threatened me with? confinement over the weekend. fucking dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, he was just mindfucking me all along. so he didnt mean it. man, some sargeants really have to learn some fucking manners seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more or less, my PTP (Physically Training Phase) has ended, and now with the advancement to BMT(basic military training) phase. i think life is gonna get worse. i have to mentally prepare myself again before booking in tomorrow evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on to better stuff worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, 5th of January 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie outing. watched National Treasure : Book Of Secrets. and i found it to be nice. but somehow, i preferred the first movie. hahah. it's really interesting la. though pure fiction, it just seemed so real. that you just wished that there was really such a thing as that that secret Book that is kept by the US president. with the cool use of technology by the main characters. and the high speed chases and adventure through the chain of events, it just keeps ur eyes glued to the screen for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rating, 8.5 out of 10 : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, i decided to visit my Japanese teachers over at Ikoma. but sadly, i went a little too late, and most of them have already went back -_- and one was off that day. so, i was damn sian la -_- i was hoping to see them again, and talk to them to refresh my rusty Japanese language skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eat dinner over at Lido. ate Taco Bell. i havent eaten there for over 2 farking years -_- or even longer. so the feeling was nostalgic. the taco tasted great. but i wished there was more mozzarella serving. even though i farking hate vegetables of any form, i ate all my greens in my taco. the cheesy taste overpowered the shitty taste of the greens anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted over dumb topics after eating hahah. can say it's just "general knowledge" la, looking at it in a positive perspective. and not the polluting the mind of a minor.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's a Satuday well spent : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the date, but i watched AVP2 liao. and ALL i can say is. the movie is not worth the money. it fucking sucks. and the way the director was talking about it, was as if it's gonna be  damn good, but it's a HUGE disappointment seriously. thank god the movie lasted 90 minutes. and i almost dozed off during the movie. some characters in the movie are quite useless, it's like they're better cut from the movie. fight scenes are fucking blur, all i see  are greasy shit rolling all around. and WHAT's WITH THE IDEA OF SENDING DOWN ONE PREDATOR TO TAKE ON ALL THE ALIENS? at least i wouldnt be half as pissed if they sent down at least a group of predators. this movie pisses off most loyal AVP fans. so what with the extra bloodshed? it's all unnecessary when the action and the way the movie unwinds is worse than shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. currently now, i'm listening to more R&amp;B, a far cry from the usual kind of music i listen to. the lyrics may be quite cheesy, but overall the structure of the song is just relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. it's been a while since i got the oppurunity to actually watch a proper match of football LIVE. like, FINALLY la. my favourite team is due to start their match soon. so im gonna sign off now. byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tell me how much time has passed? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-764331697941259096?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/764331697941259096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=764331697941259096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/764331697941259096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/764331697941259096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-7022277788137894307</id><published>2007-12-31T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:16:11.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone. i know my last update was eons ago. i'll try to do a summarized update of my life for the past 3 weeks in a while soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, im REALLY happy to be back home in the comfort of my room, bed and aircon and using my laptop like the old days. but it's only temporary. i'll have to go back to fucking camp soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i can describe army life is, in 3 words, REALLY FUCKED UP. i had a hard time coping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh ok, top priority now for me is my precious sleep. my body clock has resetted to army sleep timing now, so now, it's 115am, and im really, really fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, till then, next update soon, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Acceptance. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-7022277788137894307?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7022277788137894307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=7022277788137894307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7022277788137894307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7022277788137894307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6384513576476431492</id><published>2007-12-12T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:04:34.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my last and final update. after this, the blog would be frozen until i can find a day i can book out of camp. oh well. life is like this. i cant run away from goverment related matters. or else i'll end up in jail, and there goes my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant possible update everything that happened during the time i didnt blog, so i'll just pick up certain events that stay in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutepetz's birthday party at her giant mansion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to play my favourite Wii game, Cooking Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great swim in her pool, never felt ever so refreshing to be swimming again, even though her pool wasnt deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her dad makes decent Hokkien Mee. i liked his cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took about 18 photos that day using my lovely Polaroid. somehow -_- i only have like 13 on me, wonder where some of them went to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a cream fight later -_- i was the first to get hit, but NEVERMIND! i got my revenge later on by pushing himura into the pool hahahah : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed on later at her house to catch the football match live, and my favourite team won! such an adrenaline-pumping match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and LAST minute, i got yet another Japanese Touring job the next day -_- but i gladly took up the offer even though i know i'll be  out of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept like only 3 hours and left for the hotel at Farrer Park. i thought i was gonna be super late, but i ended up 20 minutes early -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a TOTALLY different touring company, so as i thought, it was a totally different system. no longer the "bring the students to whever they want" type of job. now i have a SCHEDULE to follow, for the sake of their learning purposes -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SO, my gut feeling was right. i predicted it to be all girls and yes, i have a group of 11 girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, what there were supposed to do for 7 hours that day, was quite BORING, and draggy. and the group was too farking big, they wanted to split up, i had no idea whether im even allowed to do that, but i just let 8 of them roam on their own, while i stayed with 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to SGH, and spent like 3 hours there wasting my farking time -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rounded up the day with shopping for the girls. this day was seriously normal to me. for my touring job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, howerver, i have yet to get my pay. i hope the person gets it ASAP and KEEPS it till i can book out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. (12th of december)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hori sensei made me takoyaki! she ended class 15 minutes earlier and started bringing in boxes of takoyaki she made the night before. and they tasted great! we ate like 2 out of the 3 boxes and i was farking full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the usual sgcafe group for my last and final outing with them. seriously, my mood was severely pulled down today. the pre-enlisting blues are just this annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys for those who wished me the best of luck. i know i will definitely have a problem adapting to military life, but i'll just try to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, i browsed through my collection of polaroid pictures taken over the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some time, tears started dripping, i dont know why also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I SO need to highlight this part before closing this final entry. just now when i was talking to EELing on MSN, i was just ranting about certain people. and what she apparently told me, made so much sense that  i had an urge to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some PEOPLE, seriously, throw their old friends aside once they get to know someone they assume is "better" to them. so much for being there for them in the past eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting late. i think im sleeping for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/kyleofsubtlety/12-12-07_2325.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; so, i was just your ragdoll all along. have fun with other boys then. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6384513576476431492?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6384513576476431492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6384513576476431492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6384513576476431492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6384513576476431492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-my-last-and-final-update.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-202972162237147631</id><published>2007-12-07T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:27:22.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite sleepy now as im blogging, gonna sleep in about 15 minutes time if i can get this post over and done with ASAP -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before that, i was PLANNING to actually sleep at 8pm, for the sake of my body's screwed up clock. but shit happened, so i ended up chatting and chatting on MSN till it's like 3am??? wtf? so i had like only 2 and a half hours of sleep before waking up again later -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached FULLERTON ONE at 830am sharp. a group of students were already there. so it's quite obvious that they're here for the touring job. thank god Siti msged me telling it's NOT Fullteron Hotel, or else i would have waited ages there for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the usual dude turns up later, at about 840am, and fuck la, they're sorting us into groups again -_- something which i really dont like!!!! i prefer the "see and pick the group of your choice" method. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;855am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the students came over. so i held my paper up, and i saw this group of guys walking towards me. so my heart kinda sank at that moment, as i already got a gut feeling at the start that my group today is gona be all guys and yes IT IS. so crap, asked them to introduce themselves and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a little awkward at first because my brain wasnt tuned to Japanese language yet, so i had to think REALLY hard before speaking. and ended up screwing up grammar and words. fark, super embarassing la. this botak guy keeps talking to me, so i eventually opened up and starting talking more, eventually picking up the momentum to speak Japanese with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudes wanted to go Chinatown, so duh, i brought them there as the first destination. seriously, i dont know why tourists wanna go there!!! it's like a boring stretch of shitty shops. the botak guy kept telling me that he wana buy cheap stuff. so yeh i brought them around Chinatown. they ended up not buying anything and just walk walk see seee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this group is really corny la. they can be really random at times. like for eg, at chinatown, i heard something like "koko de kenka ni nattara, dou suru?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of them asked if i disliked him, i said no, then he said "I LOVE YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the random apologising and shaking of hands -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes if they make really small mistakes or me complimenting them on the slightest of things, they would shake my hand saying either "sankyuu" or "SOUREE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recommended them to eat some Ba Gua. they seem to like it. after practically going through almost all of the shops, they got bored and asked me to bring them to somewhere else instead -_- since they dislike the heat, Marina Square appeared in my head as the next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rested at starbucks for some time, while i used this as an oppurtunity to log into Sgcafe using my laptop since i brought it out, and configure Goldfish's ipod touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didnt shop much -_- so i brought them to the arcade and watched them play for a while. this guy went to play the lousy Drum Mania V2 machine. he's reasonably good at it, but that machine farking lousy because the volume was SO LOW that the sound of him wacking the plastic drum was overwhelming the speakers. farking funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the bowling alley was nearby i randomly suggested to play,  surprisingly they agreed to it seriously hahahaha. coming to singapore on a tour and playing BOWLING on their free time is wtf. hahaha. like, they're 10480157025 other MUCH better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, some of them got really retarded at the end. throwing 2 balls at once. i thought he would clear the pins since he's cheating already but guess what happened......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two balls crisscrossed each other and both ended up in the gutter hahahah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i know im A LOUSY BOWLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99% gutter shots -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they're good at it. but lucky im not LAST on the table ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone else is. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously playing only ONE game of bowling took up so much precious time. i have to return them back by 3pm. so i brought them to Orchard lastly to spend their last hour and a half there since i guess they'll like it there. orchard is a so-called "teenagers' paradise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they bought a lot of accessories -_- really. someone said he wanted to search for a wallet. didnt we go to a wallet shop earlier at Marina Square??? -_- poor him, he didnt get to buy his wallet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far East was our final and last place. and even though we reached there about 10 minutes before deadline, they still roamed about and continued shopping. time management is errr. but it's ok, i rounded them up and we reached there on time. no wonder one of them was damn anxious when he called up his sensei to tell him they might be late haha since a few days before they went past the deadline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're not bad after all. i thought getting guys would be a total nightmare if they turn out to be those ultra boring type. but this group was fun, retarded at times, still yet warm and friendly. i miss them already T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we bid goodbye, this tall guy with the cap, arguably the most friendly guy in the group, gave me a hug, and a sourvenir as a parting gift. and it's a joke book in Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the other botak guy gave me a Japanese top (独楽) shook hands and we parted. took a picture using my Polaroid, but the picture turned out blur because of shaky hands (i didnt take it hor) damn... if that wasnt the last exposure left inside the camera, at least i could have probably gotten a better picture on the 2nd shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye guys. i hope you enjoyed yourselves on your short time trip here !! i know im a lousy guide, honto ni gomen ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goldfish quite dumb, at the start of the day we had manpower issues, not enough guides, if she volunteered on the spot, she could have gotten a separate paycheck and a group of her own -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$36 goes to your own spending leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT haha, you're on your own!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farking tired to update on anymore shit after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, almost 3am liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better sleep. tmr's Cutepetz birthday party. i cant wait to swim. but i think her house is gona be crawling with visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; these arms remain stretched out to you, maybe someday you'll accept them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-202972162237147631?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/202972162237147631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=202972162237147631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/202972162237147631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/202972162237147631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-704704087440195715</id><published>2007-12-05T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:45:24.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5th of December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a cold and relatively boring day. it's been pouring for the whole day, but now, 625pm, seems like the heavy rains have stopped. the drizzles continue. i had a 12 hour sleep the night before from 1030pm onwards and it felt super great ; D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought my polaroid camera out yesterday to class. my teacher was really fascinated with it as it's her first time actually feeling one and seeing how it functions. haha. took a picture with classmates. for my sake. and for my teacher's sake, i took one more and gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class i went to search for the cheapest possible Polaroid type-600 film. here's the results i can gather.&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST every shop selling camera stuff outside peninsular plaza rips people off on Polaroid film. can you believe some retard uncles telling me the twin pack goes for $70 ? wtf? no wonder their shops always like no business. i got mine for $42. im really farking poor now. but at least im happy to get those film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can more less confirm now that the camera is MINE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father seems to be in a bad mood today. i wonder what's with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : does the fridge have any Orange juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father : *gives a cold stare and walks out of the house*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : wtF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh updating the weather situation now from what i see from 630pm onwards. the rains are getting heavier. this is truly the best time to sleep. i guess i will. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much i can say now, i have my touring job tmr at Fullerton Hotel as the starting point at 830am! i cant wait man. hahah, in order for me NOT to oversleep, i shall turn in at 8pm tonight. so i could have a looooooong nice rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R1aBBseA9BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dchqwRTtrRw/s1600-h/04-12-07_1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R1aBBseA9BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dchqwRTtrRw/s320/04-12-07_1931.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140437890806903826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; film may be expensive to buy, but memories caught on film? priceless. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-704704087440195715?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/704704087440195715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=704704087440195715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-8798937466838921871</id><published>2007-12-03T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:23:26.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. havent been updating for some time. been really tired by the time i get home, im enjoying my last few moments of freedom to the fullest before i'm disappearing off from next thursday onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving the words for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i plan to do a really long post one day before enlistment. to summarize how i felt throughout the whole of 2007. it's been not really a great year, but still, with the new friends i've made. my life is changed forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtracking. the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. my piano teacher literally killed me. last friday she was in particularly a good mood even and didnt get much nagging from her. but today's different. her temper became really SHORT. and im constantly getting scolded every 15 seconds. so piano time today was really hell-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah. i was frigging late for Japanese class today. i woke up at 1130am. and class starts when i just opened my eyes -_- but im not at the correct place. but somehow i was still damn relaxed, went to switch off my aircon, and switched on the laptop. lol seriously WTF was i thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up reaching class at 115pm. after buying my lunch at the Pan store below. fuck! they increased the price of my favourite bread! cheesy tuna milk bread is &lt;3 i could have sworn when i bought it a few days ago it was $1.50 and now it's $1.60!!! must be the rising flour prices -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the majority of today's class content, but i guess it's better than not turning up totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class i went to search for shops selling lovely polaroid type 600 film. apparently my uncle passed me his polaroid camera a few days ago, and no words could explain how fucking happy i was. at least i saved a hundred bucks from buying a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/kyleofsubtlety/01-12-07_0113.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/kyleofsubtlety/01-12-07_0112.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got ripped off from a fucking pushy sales-tactic camera store a few days ago for POlaroid 600 film. but in that moment of greed, since other shops werent even open, i bought from them. i regretted like hell ever since. charging me $35 for a pack of 10 is WTF. the market price now is $21. oh well. just hope that idiot uncle's shop catches a fire or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went wendy's house to play with her cute adorable cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/kyleofsubtlety/03-12-07_1836.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/kyleofsubtlety/03-12-07_1837.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEA PARTY (1st of December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, and so my morning was spent rushing to Cityhall, reaching there about 930am. to search for film to test for this oldskool camera. so that part is pretty much explained earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was wondering why the MRT station was damn empty. where's the crowd of people expected to be in Lolita? so i walked a little deeper into CityLink to catch the WIFI wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF MENZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they changed the timing to 12pm all of a sudden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea party was great. i liked the sweet stuff, but i think we wasted a ton of food lol. i bought 3 small cakes, but nobody bothered to eat them -_- so that's $10 down the drain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, during the party, i got hit by depression spells suddenly. so that can explain why i suddenly go quiet for long periods of time and walk alone, staring into blankness. because my mind still couldnt accept the fact that im going to be introduced into military life soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i managed to snap out of it, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more chocolates to suppress this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to the hostess' home. which is THE perfect house. to me. i can barely find any flaws with her home. it's HUGE, the designs are gorgeous, and the main TV has a PS3, XBOX360, Wii. what more can i say?! it's pure heaven in there. plus she has 3 adorable cute doggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played played played until 1030pm, we left her home. and i have a direct bus back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day it was : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, didnt take any photos. blame my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY (3rd dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLPT day. i didnt study. totally. no revision no nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left home in the morning instead to go to St James' Power Station for the 8 Days flea market. i wanted to go as i heard there was a dude selling his Polaroid cameras. found him, it was superrrr tempting for me to buy one camera from him, but i held myself back, because i already have one. maybe next time... if they're still for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JLPT was. MEH, ok. my vocab is REAL BAD. i screwed up some parts, like, I KNEW that was the answer, but instead i shaded the WRONG circle wtf. thats gona cost me at least 8 marks. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTENING was HELLLLLLLLL. my brain kept shutting off halfway even though i was sitting quite in front.  fuck, that section is a pure fail : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was alright. if things go my way, maybe i could get less than 4 questions wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER JLPT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD A HELL OF A TIME SEARCHING FOR A CAB. so i ended up walking alone for super long period of time, with no sense of direction. so i ended up in this FORESTED AREA, i found a hole, so i squeezed through the dense vegetation and i came to this hill, i went down it, and there was a CIVILIZATION. i saw a few peasants walking around. so, i kept walking until i found huts and forms of transport moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i STOOD THERE FLAGGING LIKE HELL BUT TO NO AVAIL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the farking cabs are in RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMPINES SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up taking a bus instead. and getting off halfway throughout the trip to take a cab. it's much faster than way duh. plus the cab fare didnt hurt. just $4.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched HERO. umm. i seriously dont know how to rate this movie. because i came like 1/2  hr late for this. and i dont get what's going on or whatever. BUT TAKAKO MATSU or whoever she is, IS PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a footbal matchl coming up later at 4am. im contemplating whether to watch. but im already yawning now. plus i havent even showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must get the polaroid type-600 twin pack film by this wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously going real broke. my money status is dangerously in the red zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wana play SILENT HILL ARCADE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, im going have a farewell seafood dinner with my whole family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting tired. it ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; sounded hopeful but it's making me cry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8798937466838921871?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8798937466838921871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8798937466838921871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8798937466838921871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8798937466838921871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3320408970219277860</id><published>2007-11-28T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:56:47.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a farking boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before, i was super tempted to watch a manUTD live champions league match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  was actually yawning like hell already when i sat on the couch to watch it at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not until 2nd half, where the play gets even more exciting. and my favourite team ended up winning. i was damn happy la : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh crap, looked at the clock, almost frigging 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to wake up later at 930am -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i need not say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys can judge whether i'm late or not =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious for those people who know me well enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda swore an oath over not taking cabs ever again, but i broke that oath today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was an hour late for class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i was apologising like hell to my teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gay part about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 230pm onwards, i went to Starbucks @ Cityhall to have a drink. i brought my laptop out today, with intentions of actually revising for my JLPT exam this coming sunday. but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sofa was too comfy, i ended up playing, rather than studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya regarding JLPT exam,  i just had my replacement class yesterday, it was the final lesson. and my teacher was Yamane sensei. shes damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nice, she gave us all a kitkat bar each, wishing us luck for the exam this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who dont know, KitKat, in Japanese-English sounds like Kitto Katsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which translates to Sure Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Japan, it's common for students to have a bar of KitKat before any exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok back to what im complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so fucking bored. just now at starbucks. i just wished i had some form of company. i ended up sitting there for 2 hours before walking over to Peninsular Plaza to check out some camera shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Polaroid cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bag weighed like a gunny sack. too many papers, and other crap and stuffed inside. but i guess it's fucking heavy beacuse of my laptop charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i cant find my camera there, i will have to do more research again on Camera stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to Dhoby Ghaut's Zone X to check up the new Silent Hill Arcade. they have this annoying "curtain-like" thing hanging on the machine. it's farking annoying for spectators to see through the screen. wish someone tears it down or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game looks good. but singapore took a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time to import this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. shall try it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really tired. today wasnt a fruitful day for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; if you had to let it go, and these dreams keep you awake. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3320408970219277860?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3320408970219277860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3320408970219277860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3320408970219277860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3320408970219277860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/today.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-7787300866722359574</id><published>2007-11-24T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:36:27.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reached home about 330am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired tired tired tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously going really broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun though. i went for chocoholics outing !! even though the turnout of people was low, and i really mean LOW. since there were only 3 of us in the end -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up leading the group even though i wasnt the boss lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sticked to the theme and went for a chocolate fondue at Haagen Daaz, and THAT was my breakfast + lunch okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/kyleofsubtlety/24-11-07_1404.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was realllllllly good : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a special fondue, catered more to chocoholics like us. but i think pineapple tastes really horrible even though i dipped more than 3/4 of it into strawberry chocolate -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo arcade seriously sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Suntec for some reason and later realized we're wasting my energy walking around there and went to Dhoby instead. went to SPOTLIGHT to get my mannequin head to support my wig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's freaking $17 la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a piece of shaped styrofoam, it's obviously overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of chocoholics outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm onwards, watched the live manutd match. im seriously annoyed la, they lost 1-0 to the opposing team. i dont understand how Tevez could miss the best chance to equalize with a simple tap in, but he ended up kicking it wide -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, here's my wig picture. i love it. but i think it's a little freaky since it feels so &lt;i&gt;human &lt;/i&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v132/kyleofsubtlety/25-11-07_0403.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i better go. it's almost 5am and i need to wake up at 9am later to go out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; always the silent treatment, i kept my mouth shut tight. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-7787300866722359574?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7787300866722359574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=7787300866722359574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7787300866722359574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7787300866722359574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/reached-home-about-330am.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2159287513866688239</id><published>2007-11-22T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T03:10:20.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. a quick update because im really tired now, i dont know why. the weather was quite hot today, but i still didnt sweat much, lucky. but NOW, about 645pm, the sky is looking all nice and dark. please rain!!! it will be damn shiok to sleep if it rains : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually early for my first lesson of Pre-Advanced 2 Japanese Course. despite me leaving the house at 1045am when my class starts at 1130am. i woke up at 1015am -_- sleep was super tempting even though the sun was fierce in the morning. now i dont really bother to style my hair much before leaving the house. just rub some wax on my hair, crunch the ends, spray all over and i leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Japanese Classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new teacher. 3 new people. i seen one guy out of the 3 before, but not the other 2. first class was nothing much, i know most of the stuff that's taught. i think by tmr, stuff that i duno will be kicking in. i was dozing off in class, my head is just damn heavy la. this new teacher... oh well, like most other teachers that taught me, the standard is there, great humour and style. but i notice the difference in most teachers is, the time the assign for breaks. my very first teacher gives a 5-10 minute break every hour. but this new teacher, she gives only one break in 3 hours -_-  and that is, only at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to contain my hunger for an hour and a half. plus closing eyes. no food = no energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 10 minutes of class, we played a game. it's damn fun la hahah. it's like Charades, except we are not using hand signs, instead we have to give hints in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way out, i saw my ex-teacher from my previous pre-advanced course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she recognized some of us walking out as we used to be her students duh. so we talked a little, not until one part i heard, made me gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensei : minna, mata asobi ni kite kudasai!! Kurimasu no party ne!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else went like "haiiiiii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translation : everyone, come over to my place again for a christmas party soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i wont be around by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously fuck you MINDEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ruining Christmas 07 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went over to Fortune Wigs @ Far East Plaza. at first, i walked past it. because i was a little shy to go in alone. because i think they sell only female wigs. after a while, i just walked in la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, their staff was quite friendly. they accomodated me warmly throughout my time spent in the store.  there was this balding ah mah in the store HAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she let me try on a couple of different wigs, all are female ones of course. because the male wigs are too farking short. and i saw this wig, a regular shoulder length female hairstyle, but it's farking $569 WTF?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost made a wrong choice of buying a wig, not until she recommended me the very last wig. then i liked it. good quality, and it feels like i could style it to my desired messy style with ease. so i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pricetag : $300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special shampoo : $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total expenditure : $320&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R0Vi1TrVdYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5aPh6ncJFJo/s1600-h/22-11-07_1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R0Vi1TrVdYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5aPh6ncJFJo/s320/22-11-07_1824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135619618040542594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still have one last thing in mind to buy to cater to my new wig. a styrofoam stand. bah, guess i'll go down to SPOTLIGHT someday to get that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get some knitting stuff too. i dont know why, but im actually interested to knit those simple patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out. hahah i was late. i thought ecchi was joking about meeting at 10am since he keep saying i "siao". so i slept a little longer than usual in the morning. only to find out im running late, so i stormed out of the house and flagged a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i was late. gomen. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went around to search for my team's favourite away jersey. found it.. costs fucking $110. im willing to spend since i love them so much. but it's err, a little big for an S size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked at the arcade for the rest of the day later. i get bored of Arcades easily since the only game i know how to play is DAYTONA -_- i like the TAIKO drum game but i dont dare to try out since im a noob. later everyone laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total expenditure in a span of 2 days - $150 + $320 = $470&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im freaking poor now. i'm left with only my emergency money stash in my wallet. which is less than $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this saturday, i think im gona spend more than $50  because of the Chocoholics Club Outing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching those $50 notes go one by one makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im struggling with managing Japanese studies with Piano classes. because i can barely find time to practise on the piano now -__- my teacher is so gona scold me like hell tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano Exams in March 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i dont screw things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think im really going to shower and sleep. just too freaking tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; always the silent treatment &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2159287513866688239?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2159287513866688239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2159287513866688239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2159287513866688239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2159287513866688239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi_22.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/R0Vi1TrVdYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5aPh6ncJFJo/s72-c/22-11-07_1824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-5449932962233425657</id><published>2007-11-18T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:11:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. just have a feeling to post thing since it's been bugging me this whole fucking day -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty pissed at someone today because of what happened in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit, how the hell i know you're having a "bad mood" and if you really do, fucking control it please. getting scolded just like that pisses me off like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, im beginning to dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you change. i wont ever maintain eye contact with you neither will i even talk first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; 笑いで涙を隠す。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-5449932962233425657?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5449932962233425657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=5449932962233425657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5449932962233425657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5449932962233425657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-8440239878199971381</id><published>2007-11-15T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:22:05.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello again. after a week's break. i think this is the worse time to blog actually. because im due to leave the house in less than an hour's time for piano class -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess i'll try to make this post for today short and sweet, updating only on the juicy bits of my life. so far, i've been rather cheerful for the past week or so  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEDAY LAST WEEK (forgot which day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told to come down to DFS Galleria as a replacement guide since the slots were full that day. actually i was already told to do this about 2 MONTHS before in advanced, but i cant confirm because i was afraid i might have other things on. and so, i just went to Galleria at 830am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was told that the students were only arriving at 955am -___- wasted my time rushing down, so we had breakfast at Mac near Lido. seriously now i find the Hotcakes meal a little too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the briefing and grouping and other shit, we finaly got to meet our students. but so sad la, i'm not a guide alone by myself, im just sticking to someone's group as a "helper" finally got to know that the group assigned to us was ALL GUYS -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a little disappointed la, NOT BECAUSE THEY WERE GUYS, but because they were quite boring, as in, the anti-social type. so our touring in the morning to Chinatown was kinda boring. it's like no chance to chat with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT UNTIL, we met another group, they were all guys again, but this time we combined the groups together because the guide for the other group was having problems communicating with them because she couldnt understand Japanese totally. but i like this idea of combining because her group guys were wayyyy friendlier. and there was this particular guy in their group who was really loyal to his girlfriend, hahah. he wanted to find a "couple gift" so that his gf and him could wear together. aww romantic dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it was quite enjoyable still. i'm still new to this line even though i've helped in another Touring job about 4 months back. my Japanese langauge skills are still warming up. in the end, was forced to take pics with them, well, i have to succumb to their requests as they wanted their memories on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an SMS from EEELing earlier saying she cant make it for her position for today's guiding job. so i took over her. yay!!! thanks EELING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;835am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to York hotel like siao, because i was told that it starts from 830am. heng, the event havent started yet. but a group of familiar faces were already there, the same guides from the week before. AND, they were having a shortage of guides because many havent turned up. but i like today's system more. no numbers or groups or nothing, it's just based on first come, first serve basis. this time i got a group of GIRLS :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took them to taka, cine, chinatown, suntec. and seriously these girls can really SHOP. later on the last 1 and a half hours of the day, we had Lunch at some restaurant i randomly recommended -_- The Asian Kitchen @ CityLink. so, we ate the Chinese Cuisine. but i got really surprised when they offered to pay for my meal at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honto ni arigatou~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even took Neos together -_- they were really nice la. fond memories captured and never forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th November (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got lost in the morning while attempting to find FUrama River Front Hotel. took a cab there instead -_- really lucky that we could get a cab at that time in the morning leh. even though the trip was barely 10 minutes, the fare was $5+++ thanks to the morning peak hour charges. and once again, i got a group of girls again  : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took them to basically almost the same places as yesterday minus Chinatown. because i know for sure, they would complain about the heat. so at least i kept them under aircon most of the time. today's group was different from yesterday's group in a way. firstly, they are not hardcore shoppers. secondly, they were really HYPER ACTIVE. they chatted a lot, really loudly, but the thing engraved in my mind forever would be the time when i brought them to macdonalds @ Marina in the morning for breakfast, while they were buying stuff from the menu from the cashier guy, they squealed "SANKYUUUUUUUU" in unison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super cute la!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i have to express a little anger here. when we were at Suntec's PLayground level. my group was trying out sample from a store selling Sweets. but in the end, they didnt want to purchase it, and the lady at the shop was a farking bitch. she uttered, "terrible.." and shook her head when the girls didnt want to buy.  seriously pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im running out of time. i have to quickly summarise up things now. and so, even though my job on 15th ended about 2 hours earlier than usual, i'm still happy for having the oppurtunity to be a guide. I CERTAINLY DONT MIND DOING THIS JOB EVERYDAY. it's not for the money (since we're underpaid anyway) but it's for the interaction and chance to put my conversational skills to the test, and the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to thank Siti for introducing me to this job. a really big thank you to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rz02hTrVdWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4BWy8yvjN6I/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rz02hTrVdWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4BWy8yvjN6I/s320/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133319096117851490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rz023DrVdXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6PqsfezRHGI/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rz023DrVdXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6PqsfezRHGI/s320/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133319469780006258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i contradicted what i said yesterday like crazy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8440239878199971381?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8440239878199971381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8440239878199971381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8440239878199971381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8440239878199971381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rz02hTrVdWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4BWy8yvjN6I/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4106732918591079784</id><published>2007-11-09T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:16:34.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>最近、あまり更新していない。。興味がないから。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今、好きな人に伝えたいことがある。&lt;br /&gt;俺、無視しないで。&lt;br /&gt;たまたま悪いことを言ったら、許してくれない？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ほんとうにごめんね&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4106732918591079784?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4106732918591079784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4106732918591079784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4106732918591079784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4106732918591079784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6874378024813370780</id><published>2007-11-07T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:39:33.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; i dont get this. why am i doing this? sometimes i just cant control my own fucking actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me, dad. im really sorry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6874378024813370780?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6874378024813370780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6874378024813370780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6874378024813370780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6874378024813370780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-get-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2752644451426867254</id><published>2007-10-29T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:42:50.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after a week of sadness. i learnt to accept things in life. sian. i cant change the  fact that im going in earlier than expected. so instead, optimisticly, i should be "looking forward to it" and maybe with that kind of mindset, i wont feel that im in hell. the weather has been rainy recently, and i'm loving it. just sitting in my room observing the rainy skies is enough to make me yawn and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have a haircut. a final one for the year. usually i have to pay for myself, but this time, my mom offered to pay for it. cut at the usual same place in Funan Mall again, but this time, the hairdresser that i wanted wasnt working that day -____- so i got another senior stylist instead. with each snip, my heart beats faster because i felt that she's screwing my hair up. and yes, she did. i didnt wanna thin my hair SO MUCH. and now it's like as thin as paper. and short. completely no volume. i dont care anymore la. at least it's still some hair left. i have to cherish it for the next remaining weeks before it completely gets shaven off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet at DownTown East. i was looking forward to a smashing fun time for halloween. reached there about 245pm and had lunch at Macdonalds. the food was terrible. i didnt finish it. himura and his friend came later and soon we were inside the chalet. just the four of us. the rest are coming later. lets see. so, we have 4 single beds, all smashed in a super tiny room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, after i scanned the area using my laptop, there was a free wireless connection hahah. but the speed is a joke. cant blame anyway since it's free. i cant even sign in MSN for some odd reason.  only can surf websites, but unable to download stuff wtf. connection keeps cutting off when loading files that are too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*skips boring parts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the others have arrived. and the event at Escape is about to begin. so i slipped on my costume. and walked to the entrance. roped in a few more sgcafe people and we went in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the escape staff there are wearing almost the same thing. except their robes are different. so if i get lost, my friends will have to go through hell to find me hahahah. and so, the only way they wanted to identify me was, a green lightstick in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first "ride" we took was some haunted house. and im wearing two masks on, and a black hooded robe over my long sleeve shirt and black jeans. yeh so im really black that day, and it's fucking STUFFY inside the mask  i swear. and my vision was super dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok about the haunted house, we were supposed to walk through and they would be ghosts around, and it isnt even scary at all -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, there was this best dress competition and they persuaded me to join for wtf. so many others look like me. but anyways, i won 3rd prize i think hahaha. by just walking around the stage for 20 seconds -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked at Burger King after the compy, to cool down my body and check out my prize in the bag. wtf, they gave me a powerpuff girl softoy and a magazine. like this call prize????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a new spaceship ride later, with my costume on lol.  that ride seriously damn boring. just turn here turn there then land liao -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1030pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored already. some of the rest went to enjoy the go-kart. i know i wouldnt be able to ride it with my costume on because i can barely see when driving then later accident i die. so our group separated and i went back with the guys to the chalet. on my way back, there was this big group of girls stopped me for a pic together with them. oh ya, they're not the first, before that at the park, many others took pictures me loL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest who didnt go out in the chalet were playing ps2. i finally removed my costume and heaved a sigh of relief. wearing that costume is a torture!! if only got proper ventilation inside, wouldnt be so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly we had an urge for a horror tour to the dreaded Red House nearby. rumoured to be haunted by 7 different spirits. OooOo im so up for it!!!! and so, they said it was best we go in even numbers, but we have 5 people in the group! so heck, we just walked there. our "leader" screwed up the way twice before we finally reached the Red House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gates were padlocked, and the two lion statues outside looked creepy. we stood directly outside, staring inside. at first i saw NOTHING after the gate, after focussing for a while, finally the image of a foggy red house appeared. creepy huh? took a couple of pictures around the gate to see whether we could spot any orbs. but they werent any. after about 15 minutes we decided to go back as there seems no way to go in. actually there is, but  i doubt they wanna go in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our group, we have two people who have the ability to see spirits sometimes. while walking back, we were chatting happily, then after a while there was dead silence. then "leader" suddenly asked us to walk faster. duno why the hell. so we walked super fast back to the chalet. then he told us there was a spirit following us behind, but it stopped once we went into downtown east. heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching home. FINALLY i decided to shower. the rest already did so at 11, hahahah. the rest werent in the sleeping mood so i suggested to watch The Ring on my laptop. i probably watched it about 1940859 times already so i wasnt even scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of guys who didnt sleep throughout the night decided to leave. and after they do, was the only time i finally laid my head back on the bed. and shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;945am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt some idiot hitting me with a pillow and woke up immediately. fuck, need to book out liao. that was fast -_- overall i shall rate the chalet experience 6/10 because it wasnt really fun without any alcoholic drinks and activities to do.  most of the fun came from our laptops. i wondered, if we didnt bring the laptops out, how much boring-er can this chalet get -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing from sgcafe to commemorate L's birthday! it's quite weird though. thinking that we're actually celebrating the birthday of a MANGA character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had Sakae Sushi buffet. i was the first the get full. nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole lot of us got down to play at the arcade. within 15 minutes. i got really bored already. so i just sat down and stared into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;430pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i can fucking leave this arcade already!!! only me and Elle went to Ben&amp;Jerry's first, the rest to join us later after their "last" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they finally came. we actually sat at the table at Ben&amp;Jerry's for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered a 9 scoop icrecream from $32!!!!!!! but it tastes fucking good. no one can find fault with the quality of Ben&amp;Jerry's icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RyXF_qgrBaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Qw2GYN6EpXU/s1600-h/28-10-07_1814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RyXF_qgrBaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Qw2GYN6EpXU/s320/28-10-07_1814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126721448364934562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group kinda got separated again. and we left to have dinner over at Mind's Cafe. a little odd to have dinner there without actually playing their games. it's like going to a super high class hotel, with the staff there welcoming you, thinking you'll dine in their super expensive restaurants, but you're just there to use the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food there is decently priced. food quality slightly above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool till 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1030pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's on their way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudden influx in the number of songs i wanna play on piano. just spoilt for choice, and i only can learn one song at a time. but at the moment now, i feel a little sleepy. wonder should i play the piano now, or shower and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approximately 7 weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; my heartbeat changing. this isnt me now, this wasnt me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2752644451426867254?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2752644451426867254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2752644451426867254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2752644451426867254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2752644451426867254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-week-of-sadness.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/RyXF_qgrBaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Qw2GYN6EpXU/s72-c/28-10-07_1814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-955276813427703603</id><published>2007-10-23T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T05:22:55.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as much as my mind has nice things to blog about. they all seem to be filtering out of my head because of what i received a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i got my enlistment letter. im going into the NS on december 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this totally shattered my mood. i have no mood to talk to anyone. i feel like crying. really. it's my last 9 weeks. and you know, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just really pissed because i predicted my enlistment to be in AT LEAST January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. life is life. especially if you are a male in singapore, you have to serve your time. i got enlisted into SAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERVE AND FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i'm beginning to have feelings for you, but with the way things are going in my life now, i doubt we can ever be together. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-955276813427703603?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/955276813427703603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=955276813427703603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/955276813427703603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/955276813427703603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-much-as-my-mind-has-nice-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2432488457010640525</id><published>2007-10-21T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T15:19:57.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing 123... attempting to blog now using my iPod touch... Seriously damn tiring hahaha. I can't freaking sleep now la even though its 6 am and despite having a thunderstorm. Sianz. K my fingers are breaking now bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2432488457010640525?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2432488457010640525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2432488457010640525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2432488457010640525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2432488457010640525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/testing-123.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4990995853589863031</id><published>2007-10-18T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:05:22.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have MIA-ed for like 9 days. hahah. the usual reasons duh. im lazy. plus nothing special in my already boring life. O levels have already started, it doesnt concern me but still, good luck to those taking it. it's not hard at all compared to the killer prelims. (if your hopes were dampened due to shitty prelim results)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy. time for the same old backtracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS MEDICAL CHECKUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was fine. well. except for the BLOOD TEST. my god. seriously i saw the hordes of guys lining up and caught a glimpse of what's happening inside and how's the procedure like already made my balls drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was my first station. the dreaded BLOOD TEST STATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k first up at that station wasnt drawing blood from my finger but was the URINE test lol. was given the bottle and told to piss into it. hahahahaha. went into the toilet and i saw a funny sign pasted on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PLEASE DO NOT POUR URINE INTO THE SINK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason that sign made me laugh. i was abit scared abit the pissing part because im afraid i would overshot. hahah but luckily everything turned out fine. then on to blood testing. for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la. he pricked my hand with this super tiny needle, i felt totally no pain totally, but he used this tiny straw to draw blood. but later there wasnt enough blood, so he SQUEEZED my finger and this is where i began to start feeling pain. fuck. i felt like punching his face because he squeezed damn hard. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 2nd room. blood withrawl again (wtf) this time from my ARM. this part is where im fucking scared. the needle looks so BIG. then it was my dreaded turn. (die liao) but this guy was quite friendly le. he asked me whether i was afraid of needles. i said YA. so he said dont worry and close my eyes. this whole procedure ended quickly as my blood flowed super fast. but overall it was still PAIN la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i need not elaborate on other stations as it would take the whole night. and so, im a PES B. this sucks because i think because of my clean sheet in health records, im gonna be posted most likely to the fuckign ARMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCT 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda super boring the whole day. i stayed home slacking on my bed playing psp the whole afternoon, and later going out for the evening to meet himura and other members of WBC (white ball club)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, he suggested to eat at the drop dead expensive COSAFE for dinner yet again. i had no objections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have a proper meal for the entire day so this is my first meal of the day actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i ate. beef bolognaise. guess how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RxfVSTxSmTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dDmCVxsKXdY/s1600-h/13-10-07_1953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RxfVSTxSmTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dDmCVxsKXdY/s320/13-10-07_1953.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122797611678603570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG it's $18 la!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok next. i felt like having dessert so i had this slice of cake for a neck-strangling $8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RxfVnjxSmUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UrHxgrw53gY/s1600-h/13-10-07_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RxfVnjxSmUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UrHxgrw53gY/s320/13-10-07_2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122797976750823746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. total expenditure for dinner = $33. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have eaten at pasta mania with pretty much the same food for half the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm. met some other dudes for MOVIE OUTING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched resident evil extinction and i was realllly disappointed. the movie sucked to me. wasted a good $9.50 i could have listened to some people and downloaded it instead HAHA. so after the movie, none of them wanted to go out, so we stayed out the whole night in town. just sitting down at some quiet spot and talked cock. ALLLLLLL the way till 630am. and im loving my IPOD TOUCH so much. the web browsing function owns. even though town has unstable Wireless@Sg i could still at least log in the forums and post. (minus the irritating loss of signal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday last week....... i had this for dinner. all for myself. and i finished it within that night itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RxfW0TxSmVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4-ds22o5Vy8/s1600-h/10-10-07_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RxfW0TxSmVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4-ds22o5Vy8/s320/10-10-07_1835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122799295305783634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cost me almost $30. overpriced, yes, but im a sucker for pizza. so i actually dont mind spending this retardedly much. for something i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, it's fucking 6am, (friday morning 19th Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. im gonna sleep realllll soon la. at least i got something to look forward this afternoon. POOL SESSION WITH WBC guys again!! but i have a strong feeling that i'll be late because of the time i sleep hahaha. whatever it is, im hoping for a good time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT WEEK. there was this really impromptu chalet decision at DOWNTOWN EAST. well, i think it's pretty much happening already, but im really up for it since my last chalet outing was almost half a year back. i love chalet BBQs. and somemore this is to commemorate a western event, HALLOWEEEN! finally a reason to put on my costume which i longed for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i havent touched my Japanese materials in a long time. sian. think i suck at Japanese now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting all tired. i think it's time for me to turn in. oyasumi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i'm running and i feel time's running out &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4990995853589863031?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4990995853589863031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4990995853589863031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4990995853589863031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4990995853589863031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-mia-ed-for-like-9-days.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/RxfVSTxSmTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dDmCVxsKXdY/s72-c/13-10-07_1953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4913556266395185703</id><published>2007-10-10T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T02:51:35.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. it's already wednesday and it feels so much like a monday to me -_- i am SO HUNGRY NOW. so i wish for it to rain Pizzas now.  today, for some reason, i was able to sleep through the noise in the morning even with the fucking renovation one floor below. oh wait, i think they've cut down on the noise a little. compared to MONDAY, it was so noisy, i was into my first hour of sleep at around 8am, and they come on with the horrendous nonstop drilling at 930am, allllllllll the way till 3pm. i couldnt take it anymore and left the house. red-eyed. disadvantage of being a light sleeper -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckng renovation again in the morning. but i hurriedly left in the late morning to go to FUNAN mall.  but before that, i logged on my 2nd MSN account, unblocked my mother and told her, "ma, meet me at Funan mall during your lunch break, 1pm. Mcdonalds." and went offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's there afterall. lol. i had an ulterior motive duh. then somehow i managed to talk my way to get her to buy me the new IPOD TOUCH. because i remembered she didnt buy me anything for my birthday this year. so up and up we went to the AppleStore on the second last floor. actually there are a lot more stores selling Apple products but i went to this one in particular because it sells only Apple products. so i eased my hopes a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in the shop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;requested the guy to show me the ipod touch. then he told me it's sold out with a sian expression. i hate the service standards in some local stores. presentation-wise, they can be quite rude sometimes. meh, one shop down, still got alot more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck la. the whole of FUNAN mall is out of stock for the IPOD TOUCH. it's really &lt;i&gt; that &lt;/i&gt; popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home instead, and did some last minute searching up for stocks available. apparently hearing rumours that all Apple stores are currently out of stock, and wont be coming in till like November. but somehow i managed to find one remaining place, and directly beside Funan somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY IPOD TOUCH IS PURCHASED!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and so, i went out later to collect my new toy. thanks MOM!!!! i know next year i woulnt be able to celebrate my birthday anymore since i'll be in NS. so sad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collected my ipod touch. the shop doesnt even seem totally like a shop. really. it's like a room with junk all over the place. kinda make me lose a little confidence. but anyway, the guys inside are super nice. so i switched on to test my new ipod, perfect screen, no dead pixels. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Cine. actually im super lazy to go watch a movie, because my mind is captivated by my new toy. like, i feel like PSing my friend on the spot to go home hahaha. but im not so bad la. and so, i got pestered like hell to watch this movie which i dont EVEN KNOW. somemore the language is super weird. Russian wtf????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie sucks big time. i totally dont understand shit. the special effects are decent la. but the story is plain dumb to me. somemore it's fuckng 2 hours and 20 minutes long. and we're even late for the movie too -_- i couldnt even sleep in the theatre because the explosions in the movie were too loud. and oh ya, it's rated NC16? but i dont see anything worth to be rated NC16 in the movie? there's only one minor lesbian scene in some toilet, but that lasts like barely 10 seconds? i dont get it with the ratings these days. this is purely PG13 material to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted my fucking $6.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god it's only $6.50 that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home just in time to find some interesting "drama" going on in sgcafe. the resident idiot in the forums is being an attention-whore. opening a thread to tell everyone he's leaving? seriously, nobody fucking cares whether you live or die. because your presence in sgcafe is not appreciated. please go back to primary school. but the funny thing is, after getting flamed in that thread, he changed his mind about leaving and closed the thread instead. wtf. can like this one ah??? pure retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am viewing the Pizza hut webbie at the moment. my god..... the rosemary chicken pizza is super tempting la. should i order???????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super lazy to go downstairs to get a meal. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some ipod touch photos UPPPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RwycazxSmQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3ZzsrvuNBy4/s1600-h/09-10-07_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RwycazxSmQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3ZzsrvuNBy4/s320/09-10-07_1833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119638860800891138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RwycoTxSmRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y7exlOfVLAE/s1600-h/09-10-07_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RwycoTxSmRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Y7exlOfVLAE/s320/09-10-07_2153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119639092729125138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RwycwTxSmSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NsdftQxny5A/s1600-h/09-10-07_2359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RwycwTxSmSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NsdftQxny5A/s320/09-10-07_2359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119639230168078626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the web browsing function is the best ever on a small handheld device. i just love the "pinching screen to enlarge/resize effect" it's just damn cool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now offcially carrying out 3 mp3 players with me whenever i go out. lol. 2 backups on standby if my ipod mini dies out first. looks like i wont ever be bored when im out alone this time. maybe. entertainment devices at my disposal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH. yesterday got a call from my Japanese school. saying that my class has been pushed FURTHER BACK till end of next month. huh?!!??!?! it's supposed to be november 5th. and again, shit happens. can seriously die from the boredom. it's time for some part-time job searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. tomorrow's my medical checkup. for some odd reason, im actually scared of it. because i've always been afraid of any form of health checkup. dating back to primary school. because the room usually has this heavy smell, odd smell of medicine or whatever it is. secondly, those nurses are all old ppl and they look super scary. like if dont comply to them, they'll inject you to death. or something like that. and my fear of NEEDLES. argh!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i have to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4913556266395185703?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4913556266395185703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4913556266395185703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4913556266395185703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4913556266395185703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/yawns-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/RwycazxSmQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3ZzsrvuNBy4/s72-c/09-10-07_1833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3781875173908617501</id><published>2007-10-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:01:13.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiee. yet again, another late night entry. it's 317am.  actually wanted to post this the next morning, but i doubt i could even be up that early in the first place. lol. another tinge of sian-ness again. earlier, i was dozing off on the sofa in the living room... because there were no nice live matches on. and then, by chance, i flipped to a channel and there was a repeat telecast of the match i missed yesterday. woohoo. so i watched all 90 minutes of it. and NOW, yet again, i'm going to have problems turning into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entry for SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up like 2plus. (in the afternoon). was feeling great because nobody was home at that time. they must have went out somewhere. i love the feeling of waking up to an empty house. dont ask me why. then chatted and stoned online for the next 2 hours of so. was supposed to meet my japanese classmates at Anchor Point at around 6pm, so i tried my best to manage my time. showered at 430pm, wanted to leave like 5pm exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wasted too much time styling hair till it came to look like a disaster instead. bo bian, if i redo my styling, it's going to take another long 20 minutes(re-wash, and other shit) and i left home like 505pm. took the NEL there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in the MRT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was enjoying my songs from my ipod. till i noticed my cell clock showing 545pm. wtf? iim still a long way to reaching there -_- my time management officially sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i ended up reaching QUeenstown MRT at about 605pm, there was a final step to take upon reaching Tomita sensei's house --&gt; take bus 195. but the problem is, which direction?? so i waited a good 10 minutes at the WRONG stop -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;618pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got into the condo. i'm particularly bad with directions, so i took the next 10 minutes trying to locate the corrrect block. quite a lot of Japanese expats are living in that condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached her apartment. ahhh. finally. and yet again, i'm late. lol. sensei's house is nice, quite spacious. she was still preparing dinner in the kitchen, together with 2 of our female classmates. so, the rest (males) went to slack in the livingroom, watching NHK channel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, a quick summary of dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food : 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood :  really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensei taught us how to make our own SUSHI! she showed us step by step, and each of us had a go at it. and i customized my own sushi roll to be VEGETABLE-FREE. it was damn funny la. since we're all doing this our first time, mistakes were inevitable, so some of us put too much rice, etc lol!!! and i put my tamago(egg) the wrong direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawaguchi and matsumoto sensei arrived. our 2 japanese teacher guests!! i think kawaguchi sensei looks pretty today with her new hairdo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;715pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITADAKIMASU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat eat eat eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. food rocks. i was the first to get full. no surprise for someone like me with a small stomach. then drank beer and refilled the cup almost immediately after i finished it.  cup after cup.after like 7 cups of a mixture of wine and Japanese beer, i began to get reallllllly dizzy. then my sensei's had to put me to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*regrets*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rested a good 15 minutes, before waking up again and trying to find my footing, i was partially okay by then, so i walked back to the livingroom to talk cock. but im NOT drunk. just high and dizzy. my head was super light. but i was able to control my actions well. i didnt say or do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then, everyone had left. i was the last to leave together with Matsumoto and Kawaguchi sensei. cabbed home. $14 damage overall. i love TODAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought everything would be fine. but NO, even after i reached home and showered, my head was still FARKING PAIN. i dont know why. it was hell trying to sleep that night. seriously. but i woke up the next day, perfectly fine. heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to himura that night. i actually promised him that i'll watch the football match with him at COSAFE. but due to unforeseen circumstances, i had to let it pass. so therefore it means im PSing you. really sorry!!!!! gomen, i'll make it up to you, treat you a meal or whatever. but only applies to fastfood. (excluding Carl's Junior)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. (SUNDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farking boring day. felt like going somewhere. to Holland Road? but after some crucial thinking, i dont think so. because i havent been there in my life. and i would get lost for sure. somemore travelling halfway across the island alone just to eat is insane. i'll probably do that if it is.. maybe Town area, nearer mah. but Holland Road. NO. will only do so if i had someone to accompany me. duh. who likes being alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay nowwwwww. on to the PICTURES TAKEN ON SATUDAY : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk29zxSmJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4FYTXcRqtg8/s1600-h/06-10-07_1838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk29zxSmJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4FYTXcRqtg8/s320/06-10-07_1838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118682886980147346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sushi!! (in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk3ojxSmKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/__XYMuybiok/s1600-h/06-10-07_1848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk3ojxSmKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/__XYMuybiok/s320/06-10-07_1848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118683621419554978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready-cut sushi. with the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk4VzxSmLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ruTMXgrqSnY/s1600-h/06-10-07_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk4VzxSmLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ruTMXgrqSnY/s320/06-10-07_1923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118684398808635570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emphasis on the food again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk4hzxSmMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iVSrCjIt9_I/s1600-h/06-10-07_1924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk4hzxSmMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iVSrCjIt9_I/s320/06-10-07_1924.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118684604967065794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other photos taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk4xDxSmNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JSmrRDi2-j4/s1600-h/2007_10060001.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk4xDxSmNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JSmrRDi2-j4/s320/2007_10060001.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118684866960070866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im shy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk44jxSmOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/heIOx36DUuc/s1600-h/2007_10060003.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk44jxSmOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/heIOx36DUuc/s320/2007_10060003.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118684995809089762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, took me a lot of courage to actually put up this photo -_- my hair looks super square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk5LTxSmPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NGS4g_ter68/s1600-h/2007_10060002.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk5LTxSmPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NGS4g_ter68/s320/2007_10060002.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118685317931636978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random stuff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a haircut. badly. and i WANT AN IPOD TOUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're removable in recollection, underneath everything you do. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3781875173908617501?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3781875173908617501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3781875173908617501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3781875173908617501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3781875173908617501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/hiee_07.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rwk29zxSmJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4FYTXcRqtg8/s72-c/06-10-07_1838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-5864882302556200718</id><published>2007-10-05T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:22:02.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiee. so far these weekdays SUCK. ever since i had my last japanese lesson. i stoned home all wednesday. and im getting back my stupid nocturnal habits again -_- ever since watching those late night football matches already. even if the clock shows 3am, it feels like as if it's only 3pm.  except the sky is just dark. and yes, the weather is horrigible these days. every afternoon i wake up from my beauty sleep, my first instinct is to shed the thick curtains aside. and when i do that, the sunlight outside is just overpowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im slow. i just realized that all secondary school kids are having their EOYs now. i thought it was next month. lol. for some reason i feel that O levels this year is wayy earlier than it is back then when i took mine? i could have sworn my last paper was around early november period? or maybe it's the same -_- i duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh those stressful days. i cannot handle stress. that's why i cant stare at books any longer than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those taking O levels. hurry up and study now if you havent. it'll help cramming. gambare~ you final month to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. just went to Atsuki to the so-called "TPOC meeting" and they were rehearsing the hare hare yukai or whatever dance there. met up with some familiar faces and tok kok for a while there before leaving early. and i took the superrrrrrrrrr long route home, adding on an additional 45 minutes to my usual timing to get back. but heck, i'm too free anyway. and that DAY, i wanted to test out my macbook's new battery life. and it lasted impressively long. used it for about an hour at mcdonalds and the bar was healthy all along. even on the whole MRT back, from Bukit Batok onwards, it dropped down noticeably lower, but at least an hour and a half more to go : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY (friday 5th Oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back, ii posted a bowling meetup on the forum. and the response i got was farking horrible. it was like as if everyone was ignoring my posts. and only ONE guy responded. wtf manz. and even today, only with that one guy confirmed in my list. the feeling sux. im literally invisible on that forum section. after a boring chain of events everything was planned out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the list of attendees(including me) was only THREE. yes. THREE. i suggested to eat the lovely cheese fondue pizza at Pizza Hut for dinner. but NOOO, i got a better suggestion to eat at some buffet place which i never been to before. the pricing is way more ridiculour la, $30 a head, so i had no objections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my verdict of that restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food : 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere: 3/10 (music was fucking annoying, somebody shoot the soundman please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ate was japanese food. tempuras, sushi, sashimi and squid. and even raw squid. i love squid. bleh. after all the squid, i got 3/4 full. so this was like like throwing $30 away la. sakae's buffet is 148901740158-194-149-1481-3196414 times better i swear. for half the price. and yes, the dessert also sucks balls. i took chocolate fudge brownies and iit tastes average. i was expecting hershey brownie standard. i'm thoroughly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst has yet to COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, our agenda for the evening was to BOWL. in the end, we got to the bowling alley @ Marina Square and there was a private bowling session there, and the whole alley was occupied until 930pm. someone stab me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up playing pool for one hour and going back. fucking boring day. i shouldnt have gone out. i could have saved that precious $30. and i still OWE MY MOM $87.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood for friday : extremely pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. anyway. i have better things to think about. for example, TOMORROW!~~~~~~ dinner over at sensei's house, together with 2 other senseis. but i've got a feeling it's gona be a rush day for me. because dinner is scheduled at 6pm, and i promised to meet my friend over at CHIJME's cosafe for the football match later at 740pm. can i make it in time? i highly doubt so lol. even if i were to take a cab. i think i'll be at least half an hour late for the match. why must all the good stuff clash?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuff. im getting annoyed at some posters in sgcafe. seriously please, we do what we like, we dont need volunteer "police" like you guys. even if we got out of hand. we have out dear MOD to close the thread to prevent shit from happening. if your point is that the majority of us have childish mindsets, yea, we do, so what? if you dont like what you see, fine, fucking leave the forum instead. go make use of your free time to do something more productive instead of reprimanding others online, trying to change stuff that you obviously cant do. and tell us whether you can find another forum without childish people. since you're so "mature". fucking assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. it's 4am. lol. and im so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly. i've recorded the song on video. here you go~~~ Chiisana Shiawase from Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori OST :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsF9A7kFIGY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsF9A7kFIGY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyasumi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; if you had to let it go, just walk away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-5864882302556200718?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5864882302556200718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=5864882302556200718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5864882302556200718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5864882302556200718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/hiee.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2534536162670869365</id><published>2007-10-02T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:29:13.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking hell. today's the last day of Japanese Pre-Advanced term 1. and even worse news, only me and one other guy is moving up to continue. bye to everyone else. how sian. originally this class had 8 people. and it's down to 2 now. Pre-ADvanced 2 only scheduled to start on Nov 5th. that's like almost fucking 5 weeks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing im looking forward to is this saturday. going to Tomita Sensei's house!! other than that. i foresee a really boring "holiday" ahead. and fuck, next Thursday's my NS medical checkup. even though it's nothing much to worry about, im scared of Blood Tests. how much im fucking scared of needles. if the needle is big, i think i faint liao before they can extract any blood from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'll definitely miss waking up early and rushing to school. will miss that even if it is for a while. 5 weeks is a super long time. will also miss going down to Isetan's breadstore to buy my official favourite lunchtime snack, Milk Bread with Tuna. it's reallllly nice i tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i tot i could save my money for today. in the end i had to pay $11 for the wine my classmates bought for Saturday. heard that sensei's home has a piano. so maybe i could play some songs for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplating whether i should go for TPOC's weekly meeting tmr. if i were to go, i would go solo, and i totally dont know anyone personally there, neither do they know im from sgcafe too. lol. well, see my mood then. i seriously whether what to do when i meet my friend tmr evening -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on stingy mode right now. so i dont really want to spend any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently completed a new song on piano. woohoo~ sense of achievement. and this new song is way simpler, but it sounds good still. a little more practice to ease up certain areas, and i think im on my way to record this. and ya, it's also from Jigoku Shoujo OST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i watched Jigoku Shoujo till the end, i still have the urge to watch again. because i didnt watch Season 1 finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yatta~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally found this other version of Aizome online. i think this is nicer~ and harder to play also. best thing is, it's not even from the OST, it's FAN-MADE. i applaud the person who arranged this seriously. it's real nice. this song really potrays emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jPxcSAU4-Q/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jPxcSAU4-Q/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. goodnight everyone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; please dont turn your eyes my way. they're unnerving and undeniable. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2534536162670869365?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2534536162670869365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2534536162670869365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2534536162670869365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2534536162670869365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/10/fucking-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-5479357642594945039</id><published>2007-09-29T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:54:08.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 515am now, on a sunday morning. but i feel like updating, so i'll do so, before hitting the bed. been enjoying myself like hell these last 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i kinda felt like i have a 50/50 chance of meeting the guys because i dont have ANY OF THEIR NUMBERS. and yet i said YES to this outing. lol. but somehow, i randomly walked around, and they spotted me. talk about luck :) and so, we dined, and thereafter, had a smashing fun time playing pool. everyone was warm and friendly, made new friends. but i dont think they know my forum nick :D i'd like to keep my identity as discreet as possible. but.. i think sooner or later, i'll blow my cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. was supposed to meet them at 230pm. and i kinda dilly-dallied online for too long, so was late lol. i think my hair sucks big time today :( the curls are okay at the top, but the front and sides look bad. i wish i got a personal hairstylist. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO, met them at FarEast, got down to RAMENTEN for lunch. ordered a spicy tomyam ramen. and it was so-so only. it wasnt even spicy at alL!!!!!! felt like i was cheated. after that we went to Dhoby Ghaut to meet another sgcafe dude. hanged out at the arcade beside PCBunk and played a few games of Daytona. surprisingly played decently enough even though i hadnt touched that game in arcades for about 1-2 years plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bored of the arcade machine, so me and ElleLawliet went up to Plaza Sing's 6th floor to make some noise on the pianos there. i think we played too much until one of the staff got pissed off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie @ Cathay. watched BALLS OF FURY. was a realllllllllllly impromptu decision to catch a movie la. as we run out of other ideas, this was the best choice. plus we had a little too much free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my movie review. this show is FARKING FUNNNY. i laughed so damn hard. the storyline is a typical goodguy-VS-badguy-and-goodguywins-and-gets-all-the-girls type. but thumbs up for the superb humour. and maggi Q is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. they had FREE FLOWING CANDYFLOSS at Cathay again. and AGAIN, i queued up for my free candy floss. i cannot resist good stuff like this. i love sweet stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rv7EnzxSmII/AAAAAAAAAEo/q_qcatDAtZY/s1600-h/29-09-07_1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rv7EnzxSmII/AAAAAAAAAEo/q_qcatDAtZY/s320/29-09-07_1910.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115742414930352258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked over to CHIJMES @ CityHall for dinner there. and settled to eat at the MAID CAFE. so, immediately i recognized who was working there. Yukino-chan from sgcafe. someone in my group knew her personally so he talked to her. i just bowed upon seeing her.(my habit of respect upon strangers) i guess she doesnt know im from sgcafe lol.  but she looks cute in her maid uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the good part. our dinner WAS FREE. someone volunteered to PAY FOR ALL OUR FOOD. which AMOUNTED TO ALMOST $100. KUDOS TO HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's certainly a nice guy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my review on COSAFE @ CHIJMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maids : 7/10 (at first i thought the girls would be yuck, but i was proven wrong. most of the girls working there today were kinda decent looking, and some were kinda cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food : ok. this is the disappointing part. the food wasnt anything to shout about. and my pizza i ordered, honestly tasted quite bad. (5.5/10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service Standard : alright. food didnt take too long to come. (7/10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pricing: DEFINITELY NOT STUDENT-FRIENDLY (prepare to bring AT LEAST $50 if you ever think of dining there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return again ? : yes. i dont mind going there again for snacks and drinks over late-night football matches in future. but DEFINITELY NOT for main dining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pool for about 2 hours straight after dinner. i didnt play because i was too engrossed in my psp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to COSAFE @ CHIJMES for our anticipated live football screening. and............ our team we supported WON!!!!!! but sadly, we didnt order any beer over the game la. but i didnt regret however, because i saved money lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the night bus back home. if i had this luxurious lifestyle every single day. my wallet will catch fire. i think i spent more than $60 over these 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random stuff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still mourning at the fact that my pre-advanced class isnt contiuning. because i really fucking hate waiting. imagine the boredom of staying home for 21 days straight -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more or less settled on my choice of KODONA clothes. will try to get them ASAP, latest by next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like having sex. k i think i'll do so, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. freaking tired. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; we are undercover passion on the run, chasing love up against the sun. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-5479357642594945039?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5479357642594945039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=5479357642594945039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5479357642594945039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5479357642594945039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rv7EnzxSmII/AAAAAAAAAEo/q_qcatDAtZY/s72-c/29-09-07_1910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-7088297684500858762</id><published>2007-09-28T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:19:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck fuck fuck. my class is not continuing because there is not enough peopLE!!!!! i was told that i would have to wait around 3 weeks. actually i think thats bullshit because the last time i waited was like ONE MONTH?! so that means, i will be extremely free for the next coming 3 weeks. seriously. i will get bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: updated my profile and wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; little things. little things. they piss me off. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-7088297684500858762?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7088297684500858762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=7088297684500858762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7088297684500858762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7088297684500858762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3943803853218801723</id><published>2007-09-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:53:54.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've re-recorded Aizome yet again. because i felt there was a need to. lol. this will be final. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5WTjpsHm_c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l5WTjpsHm_c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3943803853218801723?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3943803853218801723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3943803853218801723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3943803853218801723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3943803853218801723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-re-recorded-aizome-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2723627454405417358</id><published>2007-09-27T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:32:13.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. today, rain aplenty. i kinda got waken up by the sound of thunder in the early morning. it's like as if bombs were exploding directly outside my window. yeh, that LOUD. but it made my sleep even more comforting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say, one of the most suay days in my life. nothing beats, me waking up late again(no difference) and missing 3 consecutive buses, and unable to even find enough cabs around thanks to people who "cut queue" (meaning they just stand those few meters apart so they'll get the taxi first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i thought im gona continue my japanese pre-advance 2 course for sure next week, but now some problem arose out of nowhere -_- got told today that if theres lesser than 4 people signing on, i would have to wait one more fuckign month. around there la. ONE FUCKING MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!! hmm. but eh? at first i thought already 5 people were confirmed? there's this one lady in my class, she didnt turn up twice this week. reason being, it's suspected that she's pregnant. omg. omedetou~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, im keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdict out tomorrow. i hope it's a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. WHAT IF, the classes fail to continue? i'll be extra free. wait, i mean, REALLY REALLY free. and im the type that cant stay home for long. so i wonder. wtf am i going to do. 7 days a week. *pulls hair out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im looking forward to tomorrow evening. gonna have a pool session with sgcafe guys. but i have a gut feeling that im gonna play really bad, but who cares as long as i have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im already foreseeing a super boring weekend ahead. reason being? lunch with sensei session postponed to NEXT week. and so, i wasted my saliva drooling over my keyboard over sensei's cooking skills for nothing. argh!! but neverthless, this is gonna be better because my previous sensei is going to be attending. tanoshimi ni shiteru~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i have something to smile about. my parent's wont be in sg this weekend. so i have this whole house to myself. i love being alone at home oddly for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have outgrown myself out of MMORPG gaming liao. they take too much of my time. the virtual world is too farking huge also. i rely on reading forums while blasting music to pass my time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now probably the only thing im interested in, is to eat. lol. just for the sake of my curious tastebuds. i wanna be a food traveller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess theres nothing much to add. signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;目を閉じていたらあなたの可愛い顔がいた。その時僕は絶対に忘れない。何時か彼女になるかな。。僕は暫く恋人を捜していないのに。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : 上の書いたのは本当ではありません。読める人、読んでくれてありがとうございます。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2723627454405417358?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2723627454405417358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2723627454405417358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2723627454405417358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2723627454405417358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-1473820548917405849</id><published>2007-09-25T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:09:27.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>umm. bored bored bored. and im lacking SELF DISCIPLINE AGAIN! aRGH! told myself that im going to practise my piano exam pieces just now for at least 2 hours at 8pm. and what time is it now -_- already 1145pm. lol. so i'm left with only one final day, which is tmr. shitttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late. nothing special eh? rushed bullet style and took a cab to school. yet another $9.50 gone with the dust just like that. and im still late -_- by 15 minutes. wonder what time i could have reached if i took bus + mrt instead lol. probably 1pm. which makes me 1 and a half hours late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still late again. teacher got immune to my lateness by now i think. hahah. but the highlight of the day is, I GOT MY LAPTOP BATTERY REPLACED!!!!!! the woman presented it to me like a trophy. still wrapped it plastic, she took it out, and it was damn SHINY!!!! it gleamed in my face. and inserted her in. from now on, im gona be extraaaa careful with the battery. no more overcharging. its not worth paying $200+ for another battery so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 4pm. and stoned alllll the way on the laptop till now. a little pissed off now. because i finished a whole packet of pistachio nuts. these nuts are fucking infectious. like once i crack and pop one in my mouth, i cant stop. it's like a drug. last sunday i already finished one whole giant bag within 2 hours watching a football match, and today, i just finished one more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. im hoping to go to whatever Cake Buffet place there is as stated by someone from sgcafe (i just joined some cake club) but that thread seems super dead. im so enthusiastic about this "first ever cake buffet meet" but nobody seems to be responding ZzzzzZz. even the group leader isnt responding. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wished i have a friend who can be my food buddy. erm i mean, like someone who can chill out with me the whole day satisfying my food cravings,  but be warned of the money needed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k fuck, 12am liao. am lazy to update any further. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; spell to bind forever, pain and ease together, love can pull us under&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-1473820548917405849?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1473820548917405849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=1473820548917405849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1473820548917405849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1473820548917405849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/umm.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-1567671432179351950</id><published>2007-09-23T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:55:30.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hie~~~~ here's a review of the weekend. so far has been quite a swell weekend for me :D:D:D:D:D it's now 2am, havent bathe yet, but gona do soon as long as i'm done writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda excited as i'm going for sgcafe's sakae cum ElleLawliet's birthday celebration meetup. was actually keen to make new friends. and so,  we were supposed to meet at plaza sing's starbucks out there at 1230pm. and i left my place at 12pm -_- so i know i will not be on time, but since my wallet got replenished with cash, i decided to cab there instead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. that was actually a very very wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, thinking back, i realized that i could actually STILL be on time, as Dhoby Ghaut is just 15 minutes MRT ride away, and the bus going there takes no longer than 15 minutes, so if i were to be late, it would only be around 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's comes the hellish part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually STOOD by the roadside flagging for cabs for FIFTEEN minutes straight. and most of the farking cabs were either OCCUPIED or BUSY. and there were some dumb drivers who put up the green sign above, but they just drove past me when im flagging like hell -_- and SOME were fucking rude drivers. hope they crash and die. cheebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cannot stand it when they stop by, roll down their windscreen to ask where i'm heading, after saying so, they just drive off without saying a thing. choosy bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even more sian part. there was this time i ALMOST got this cab, i saw it coming, flagged really furiously, then suddenly out of nowhere, this ah ma came out and stole the cab from me, about 30meters out. you'll know how fucking frustrated i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut to the chase, i got a cab FINALLY later, but it's not at my area. i went somewhere instead to flag for it instead. cabbing to town is quite fast, took me only 15 minutes.  alighted and faster run to starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and so, we went to SAKAE @ ATRIUM. i didnt even knwo there was SAKAE there. never seen. but always walked past withouot realising it's there ahhaha. ok la, so lunch was pretty okay. ours was the buffet, so we had sushi plates furiously coming in. and ya, a free bowl of udon. the sushi there is nothing to shout about. and i was the first to get full -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, they started to play this game, i find it retarded la, but it's damn funny as long as you dont forfeit the game. in other words, seeing others suffer. hahah. so this game is called  "1 to 100" one person decides a random number, then the rest have to guess it. it's quite a fast flowing game la, and i got forfeited ONCE, and i was super full at that time, had to force myself to down 2 more salmon sushi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bowl of UDON. shit. i forgot to take somemore photos la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rvay4zxSmGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j04amVQLtQc/s1600-h/22-09-07_1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rvay4zxSmGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j04amVQLtQc/s320/22-09-07_1312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113471115965143138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting on 2 rows, and the row in front of me got forfeited wayyy alot more times. talk about bias-ness. lol. ok after that we went down to the arcade nearest to DHoby Ghaut MRT. then got super bored as i dont have a card, and neither am i interested to play any games, so we went up to Plaza Sing's 6th floor to hog the pianos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much piano-ing, someone suggested to watch a movie, so we walked over to Cathay to check out whatever movies they got. they werent any nice movies, but we settled on an NC16 show eventualy, but due to money and age constraints in our little group, we dropped the movie plan. i suggested to have dessert at BEN&amp;JERRY's instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had this little birthday promotion, 10% off Vermillion icecream, which is a crazy set of 20 scoops of icecream. but no one is willing to pay $80 for that lol. so i chose the usual Mix N Match set. only 3 of us ate anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked over to Paradiz. wanted to play lan over there, but the shop didnt have O2 jam to cater to our non-CS playing people, so dropped the idea and went to play POOL instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm super rusty at pool la. havent played in MONTHS. but still, all of us had super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabao-ed food for dinner @ Suntec City and brought it up to Manga Oasis to eat. there, we sang a birthday song for Elle as she got her cute little slice of cake, courtesy of the Manga Oasis staff. after a while, somemore familiar faces of SgCafe came. but i never really talk to them, nor do i even know their forum nicks. one whole group was busy playing Monster Hunter on their PSPs, while the rest of us have nothing to do, but to sit around and talk cock for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left with a small group, while others still stayed on, engrossed in their PSP gaming. got to know sgcafe-er Queen Of HoHoHo there. his Avatar is award-winning. was told to attend TPOC's club "meeting" at Manga Oasis this coming wednesday at around 3pm onwards lol. but i dont know. if im feeling lazy, maybe i wont go, otherwise if im super bored, i'll just pop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall. it was a damn good day. great activity, new friends, great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told elleLawliet to hold somemore future meetups. my idea; lunch of cheesy fondue pizza at PizzaHut, followed by Ben&amp;Jerry's dessert. and maybe a movie? and Pool session DEFINITELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know whether my plan will materialize. depends on whether anyone is up for it -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die liaoz. got piano lesson but i forgot to practise. more of, no time? hahah. she was pissed at me as usual, so i decide to compensate my horrible planning by staying back to practise in one of her rooms while she tutors her next student after me. practised till 6pm. and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a big EPL match. and i'm really, really pleased with the outcome. my favourite team beat CHELSEA by 2 goals to NIL. hahahha. chelsea seems really weak now without their "special one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, some random photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rva2KTxSmHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P5D4krhay7o/s1600-h/19-09-07_2150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rva2KTxSmHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P5D4krhay7o/s320/19-09-07_2150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474715147737202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to shower and sleep. oyasumi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; take a gun called hate, put against your heart and pull the trigger. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-1567671432179351950?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1567671432179351950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=1567671432179351950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1567671432179351950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1567671432179351950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/hie-heres-review-of-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rvay4zxSmGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j04amVQLtQc/s72-c/22-09-07_1312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6075702515385208032</id><published>2007-09-20T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:50:38.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>super frustrated. recorded this over a million times. well. mistakes are quite inevitable when i havent practised much. at least i completed the song this time. aizome again -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pdqHyilDSQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pdqHyilDSQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6075702515385208032?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6075702515385208032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6075702515385208032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6075702515385208032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6075702515385208032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/super-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3863985825923215402</id><published>2007-09-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T07:04:29.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>askdnka. went down to apple center today. to enquire about my macbook's fucked up battery life. got ushered to the AppleCare Corner. and so, i expected them to check and stuff, but instead, the lady at the counter gave me a really long number and asked me to call them instead -_- defeats the purpose of having a help corner. because apparently, they wanna check whether im still under warranty, so they could change it for free, or else i was told the new battery costs about $200 to replace. fucking expensive. and so, i called up the super long number, and this angmoh guy picked up. told him my shit, and he gave me the greenlight to exchange the battery for a new one for FREE. WoOO~!!! and so, he gave me a number to verify that im not lying, to report back to the counter lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 working days. i was told. i'd get the brand new battery prolly by Tuesday.  my macbook now feels like it's missing a vital component.  it's like feeling so hollow now without a battery haha. i hope nothing screws up. i trust apple on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano teacher was really pissed at me today. hahah. expected it. sian. those songs are damn boring. and i have to see her again on Sunday -_-. double the sian-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i dedicate this song to MYSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oe_OnMhDvRE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oe_OnMhDvRE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gona go practise the piano now. jaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; ever felt like you were a piece of chewing gum? i do. it's like people happily chew on you at first, but gradually soon, they spit you out. and this feeling is fucked up. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3863985825923215402?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3863985825923215402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3863985825923215402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3863985825923215402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3863985825923215402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/askdnka.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6191453722650305630</id><published>2007-09-19T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:16:46.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello~~~. since i'm damn free now. gonna do a short update.  even though there's nothing much to talk about for the past 2 days or so.  on MONDAY, i woke up super late. about 1030am, which was the time that i was SUPPOSED to leave the house. then i got damn sian. so i took a cab instead. all the way to orchard. i tried very hard NOT to look at the meter, because i dont want to get  a heart attack if the meter shows some horrendous pricetag. but then, have to be grateful that sg cabs are cheap comparing to other countries. take JAPAN, i heard the meter starts out with $SGD8 ++ ? try comparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i reached SHAWHOUSE. opened my eyes. and saw that it was $9 exactly. kinda not as expensive as i thought. hahah. i thought it's going to be $15-$17. the most i ever paid for a cab ride was from Bukit Batok to my place + midnight charge, which amounted to like, $23 ? ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suay day. why?  because i contemplated taking a cab. so i waited on the roadside. first cab came by, and he didnt wana go to my destination. bitch -_- i just wanted to get a ride to the nearer MRT station so i could cut short the time i take to go there. waited. and waited. then my  bus went past my face. and still NO CAB. you know, once you miss your bus, how sian it feels right -_- because the next farking bus will take 87 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. my cab finally came. and it was already 11am. a good thirty minutes before class and im still at my home area. told the uncle, "SERANGOON MRT." he nodded. then i noticed something amiss. he SHOULD have U-turned at a particular junction. by wtf? he's going all the way straight. stupid uncle is going the LONGGGGGG route. aiyer. i confirmed late liao la.  i get annoyed by some taxi drivers like these. purposely take an alternate route just to earn extra. well. usually for this kind of distance, i pay about $3.40ish but this time, i had to pay this asshole $5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i feel so poor now. left with less than $200. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still havent decided on what loli/punk clothes to buy. well. i have more than 2 months. so... no rush. for now. but also, i need to get down to choose my clothes soon, because if i were to buy last minute, maybe the nice clothes are already taken -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. if 3 other guys in my japanese class are not progressing to the next level of Pre-Advanced, i will have to wait another 4 fucking weeks. i hope they can faster decide by tmr. i hate waiting. especially when the learning bits are getting juicier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am feeling so lethargic now. singapore weather getting hotter and hotter per day. even though it's freezin cold at class, when i step outside the building, everything is opposite. gets fucking humid. even at home, when i reach home, the fan doesnt do much. i'll still sweat. a little. i try not to wear 2 shirts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and OH YES, last SUNDAY, was the 17 th SEIRANSAI, ANNUAL HIGH SCHOOL JAPANESE EVENT. fucking rocks la. i went. and i slept only  1 and a half hours just for this. since i have to travel like halfway across the island to reach there by 9am.  the girls are really cute cute cute cute cute. i love their sharp features and good skin. hahaha. finally got to try the HAUNTED HOUSE after 2 years of endless waiting. i went in with my female friend, Yuliany, surprised she turned up even though i told her one day before(but had to wait 45 minutes for her -_- ) it was a dark dark room. i was given a "lamp" to navigate through as it was pitch black. totally not scary at all la. yuliany was so scared, she was like tearing my shirt apart la. i led the way. ok la, there were "ghosts" around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at this point when we had to crawl, there was this "girl soaked in blood" at the end. so i kinda didnt see her for awhile, after i noticed her presence, i dropped the lamp hahah. then  i said, "gomen! otoshichatta." the "ghost" assisted me and told me it's alright, so i used my cellphone's light to navigate through instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tried many many stalls. but lazy to explain everything. but i have to say, my lunch there was definitely better than what i had 2 years ago. i will never forget this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to upload the pics all over again. here's a hotlink for pictures there. happy browsing. http://sgcafe.com/showthread.php?t=37788&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la, it's almost 130am, and i have a football match to watch soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i found the piano sheet for GRANADO ESPADA's main theme!!! that song is just so freaking nice to listen to la. it may be quite difficult for me. but nvm, i'll try my best to play it soon right after i complete Aizome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway......... i recoreded a video of myself playing Aizome....but halfway. better than nothing. dont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBOJssAxOiQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBOJssAxOiQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i gotta run. oyasumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; take this knife and run it down your chest. does this feel like love? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6191453722650305630?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6191453722650305630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6191453722650305630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6191453722650305630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6191453722650305630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-486325174909393729</id><published>2007-09-18T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:30:06.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh. im so dead. i already postponed piano lesson last thursday because i forgot to practise  the exam pieces totally. and yeh, as well as ALL the new scales. so i told my teacher next week, ONEGAISHIMASU. and now, is already the week. in 2 days' time somemore, and i havent even touched those music pieces. die la. shes going to blow my hair off, she has a foul mood and a sour face to rub salt to the wound.  argh. been playing nothing but Aizome. hahah. im gona be done with that song soon. if i feel like, maybe i'll record a video of myself playing. dont vomit please. the ending part of the song is getting on my nerves. cant seem to get it right. well, i need some hardcore practice. ok, back to my piano~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-486325174909393729?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/486325174909393729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=486325174909393729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/486325174909393729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/486325174909393729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-1366938283382058108</id><published>2007-09-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:04:33.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck. i'm so tired. havent bathe. it's 1am. and LATER, will be the best JAPANESE EVENT ever this year. something i'll die to miss. and i wonder. why am i even blogging now when i can do better things like, BAtHE ? or watch the Chelski football match or practise Aizome on the piano again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. (saturday 15th Sep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted my entire afternoon going out. bleh. woke up like 230pm, feeling super refreshed, because it's like the only day in the week i could actually wake up later than normal. logged on to SgCafe and i saw the PC Bunk cosplay event. and i was feeling dead bored at home, so i decided to go for it la. by the time i got ready,  it was like freaking 5pm.  but heck, i still left for PC BUNK. the MRT kept stalling, pissed me off. could have reached there in 15 minutes if not for the stupid delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked over to PC BUNK. it was damn boring la. or maybe i was too late. i saw no familiar faces, neither do i see any cosplayers. but as i was walking over, i saw this girl with a giant plastic bag. so probably she could have been a cosplayer but she changed back already.  meh. wasted my time. PC bunk is full of xmm and xdds playing their boring games. i've outgrown out of these dumb games like MAPLE, audition or whatever rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i walked over to PS instead. went up to the 5th floor to play the expensive pianos on display. my god~~~!! the tone of the piano is so sweet. i fell in love. my piano at home is a fking lousy 2nd hand one, pisses me off whenever i play it, sound like fuck comparing to the sweet gems i played at PS. but these pianos havve a hefty price tag. usually all of them above SGD$6000. no money~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got down to the basement in search of food. bought a pizza roll at Aunt Anne's. i like the pretzels they serve. really nice. then i guess i should really go home. but first, stopped over CArl's Junior to get myself some Beef Chilli Fries as a takeaway snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating pizza like hell. because i run out of ideas of what to eat for dinner. so i just buy some bake-ready pizza at NTUC fairprice below. make use of the convenience of having a supermarket directly below my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Ruway0BhMDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-_NakB9_kio/s1600-h/11-09-07_1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Ruway0BhMDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-_NakB9_kio/s320/11-09-07_1906.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110489137419464754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to go along with the pizza, some SUSHI from EPO SUSHI. ahhh. nice combination eh. PIZZA + SUSHI for dinner. and also, some squid. stupid squid came in such a small box, costing $4.50 but the great taste made up for it. oishii~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YA, something to highlight. i forgot which day it was, but there was this particular evening when i was home around 710pm, chatting online, and blasting music at the same time, i felt my chair rocking back and forth. so i was wondering, wtf? and so i thought it was maybe because of my subwoofer, so i switched off my ipod. but STILL, my chair was rocking. i was damn puzzled la. then something caught my eye; my cupboard mirror was shaking!!! then i got off my chair and stood firmly, and felt the whole building was shaking. it was quite cool la. my first time experiencing it. this went on for about a good 3 minutes before the fun ended. sian. anyway, my condolences to the casualties over at the original Earthquake site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during one Japanese Lesson this week. i made my sensei cry. out of happiness. ah ok la it may sound lame, but i cracked a stupid joke in japanese, and she kepy laughing till she teared. and now i'm already at Lesson 6 of Pre-Advanced course, another 4 more and i'm DONE and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like i will have a hard time with the Advanced Courses coming up, because there are 4 terms instead of the usual 2, i think i might have to switch over to part time once i get fucking enlisted next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, i decided to do some solo window shopping. went to look for kodona/punk outfit for tea party event in november, but i cant find the farking shop. feeling bored, i went over to park at Starbucks near Heeren. i think i found myself a favourite spot to chill in town already. who can resist such a comfy sofa + free POWER SOCKET while sipping on some drinks. heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*M18 scene edited out for the sake of under 18s reading my blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and so,  i went to have dinner alone at some japanese snack bar at Cathay. then i had a sudden urge to eat at Ben&amp;Jerry's. so i went up to treat myself to a Mix N Match set. sinful. but at least i brought my laptop out, didnt feel so sian being out alone. at least i could be a post count whore on SgCafe, reporting "live" from B&amp;J's@Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Ruwe4kBhMEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qSJXkVEfALs/s1600-h/10-09-07_1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Ruwe4kBhMEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qSJXkVEfALs/s320/10-09-07_1948.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110493634250223682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY. (sep 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to search for some kodona or loli clothes again. but this time, not solo. ureshii~ somehow, i havent found any kodona clothes yet, but i like a punk top from Atsuki. the size fits me right.  and i think i must learn to change clothes faster, because im changing even way slower than a girl -_- and yet again, Ben&amp;Jerry's was sooOOoo tempting that i had to buy back yet another mix n match set back while walking to the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner. i thought i could finish it for sure, but i misunderstood my own eating limits -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuwoUkBhMFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sstTSUMLhtI/s1600-h/14-09-07_1819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuwoUkBhMFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sstTSUMLhtI/s320/14-09-07_1819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110504010891210834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while having dinner. i overheard the conversation of the group girls sitting behind us. but only a particular part la. i heard one of them talking about sex. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. havent decided on what to get yet. aiya nvm, there's always another day to shop for  real this time, no more just looking. the next time i'm buying on the spot liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck!!! 3am already. im waking up at 6 later, so i think i better hurry up and get some form of rest at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing. my macbook's battery life is so fucked up, im gona call up Apple Center this coming monday and hope they could do a one for one exchange for a brand new battery. or not i'm gonna be pissed because i have like another 2 years on my warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I NEED TO REALLy  SLEEP FOR REAL. JA, NE~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; with her heels against the carpet, so graceful, yet so insecure &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-1366938283382058108?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1366938283382058108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=1366938283382058108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1366938283382058108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1366938283382058108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/Ruway0BhMDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-_NakB9_kio/s72-c/11-09-07_1906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4844140598167398945</id><published>2007-09-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:43:28.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i just came back not long ago, more like an hour ago, from the bestest good-est show in singapore. none other than the FFAF SHOW~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!! i swear thsi si the best ever paid show i watched this year, beating the AnberlinCopeland show hands down, even though they were, too, just as good too. but this is FFAF man. but somehow i didnt really like much of their new stuff, but for the sake of US, loyal fans, they revived some of their old good stuff. with the likes of JUNEAU, THIS YEAR's MOST OPEN HEARTBREAK, and BULLET THEORY. this show literally BLEW ME AWAY.  but sian, i was hoping for them to play some songs, but they didnt. aside from the crazy moshing, inconsiderate crowd-surfers and minor injuries, this is definitely $87 WELL SPENT. now, im just thinking of how im gonna cook up a story to my mom tmr because im supposed to pay her, but i have only have $34 in my wallet now -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope for pictures to be sent to me by tmr. then i could get them up here in my next post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i need to badly dry my body of sweat now before i could shower and faster sleep now, im really burned out. ja, oyasumi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4844140598167398945?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4844140598167398945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4844140598167398945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4844140598167398945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4844140598167398945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-i-just-came-back-not-long-ago-more.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4164496205462151561</id><published>2007-09-07T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T02:50:42.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back. after quite a longggg break. have so much to blog aboutttt. dating back all the way to 25th of August, which was NATSU MATSURI day. i know i have been quite enthusiastic over that event because i keep mentioning about it in my previous posts lol, but unfortunately that day was like any other day, only different thing is that they are more Japanese people than Locals there. but sry hor, i have no pictures taken with my lousy camera on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with Joel's friend nearby the new Lasalle at about 130pm. had lunch at the kopitiam opposite. had thai food. fucking make me cry, damn blardy spicy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm, left for Tanah Merah MRT, we're going there straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;330pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached outside the school and there was already a small crowd gathering outside the entrance. So, ok, there are people who are more kancheong than me. i dont think there were any Japanese yet in the crowd, but sooner later, some came. it was pretty obvious to distinguish the differences between a Japanese and a Local due to their distinct features. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know that the door will open at 5pm, and queue to start moving at 6pm. fucking long way to go, as my clock showed on a pathetic 345pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we stood there doing nothing for the next hour and half or so. oh ya, and i met fel there. lol, so she came after all, despite a short notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la i lazy to elaborate further, so on to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that hideous waiting, and the aching feet, we GOT IN. pretty standard la, the procedure is almost exactly the same as the time i went 2 years ago. but only this time, the stalls location were all shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's event was shittier because only pre-advanced ticket holders could buy the MAIN DISH, which is the main meal, the most filling meal la. and shitty us only queued up for freaking long to get the normal 12 ticket stash only to get us boring snacks. somemore, they tasted OK only, and my heart yearns for the MAIN DISH so much, because they were way more mouth-watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group dispersed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew fairly a large group of people there. but that day, i wana meet my sensei particularly. because she said she's going. and ok, bla bla, the usual Bon Odori started in the evening after all those dances. by students. im not the type who dances so i just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, and the ratio of girls to guys at the event is like 3:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, many many cute cute pretty japanese girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sensei finally later. yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was quite dead already by nightfall, beacuse i hadnt had any sleep at all the previous night. after all the trouble of struggling to keep awake, finally went back with all the senseis by 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th AUGUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of pre-advance JAPANESE class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so this new sensei totally teaches in a different way. that i wasnt used to at first, but now all seems fine. but somehow, first day of class, i feel that i'm already making an enemy in class. well, not really an "enemy" la, because i barely knew anyone in class, this new guy in front of me seemed cold towards me, and his japanese speaking is not bad too, for  a guy younger than me, so i sensed a hint of Arrogance. maybe it's just me, but i always judge from first impressions, and this guy is the proud and arrogant type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of him, everyone else seemed ok. and now is like the 2nd week of class, he seems to be missing from class pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomita sensei's teaching style is growing on me, slowly. now im trying to cope with the one break in between classes, last time was three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Advanced Class beside ours was always full of spirit and energy. they laugh farking loud.. i wonder how fun it would be in their class. somemore their classes seem to have a lot of people. odd, since it's a fulltime course. and i saw a chio bu from the class too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new classes now are more speech-training based; which is a good thing. we learn a new language so we can communicate rite? instead of boring reading drills and cramming homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st August. (friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to celebrate Chris' birthday at Clarke Quay. i feel a little bad, because i dont have a birthday present for him, partly because im running quite low on cash that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT to HOOTERS @ Clarke Quay for dinner, 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really unexpected of him la. i tot we're gona eat at some random kopitiam. for those of you who duno wat HOOTERS is, it's a restaurant that has sexy ladies as waitresses, and they wear really tight and short shorts.  and most of the customers there are are ang mohs. i think they come singapore to check out our ladies. but no all the HOOTERS ladies appeal to me. only some did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my meal. this is all i can afford with my small budget. small, but quite filling, nice ham and cheese sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEW4lH1TZI/AAAAAAAAADg/tSCZg4ofI7s/s1600-h/31-08-07_2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEW4lH1TZI/AAAAAAAAADg/tSCZg4ofI7s/s320/31-08-07_2013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107388613708303762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ordered this. but it was wayyy too much for us. 20 piece wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEXUlH1TaI/AAAAAAAAADo/htsj3U9pGn0/s1600-h/31-08-07_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEXUlH1TaI/AAAAAAAAADo/htsj3U9pGn0/s320/31-08-07_2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107389094744640930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a weird sign. wtf? it doesnt make sense since this restaurant mostly attracts lusty males who wana eye sexy lady waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEX0FH1TbI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZJzLNR6yRuM/s1600-h/31-08-07_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEX0FH1TbI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZJzLNR6yRuM/s320/31-08-07_2100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107389635910520242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and so, after dinner. went to MOS. saw a couple of familiar people there, suddenly. a little awkward. had 2 glasses of beer. at first i always hated beer when i was younger. now beer seems fine with me. beginning to develop a liking for it lol. but not too much please. i wouldnt want a BEER BELLY. i have a fine flat tummy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was alright chilling out. dance music can actually be quite nice if i have the mood. stayed till about 2am and we left to eat supper at some unknown stall across the street selling bakkutteh. and left for home on Night Rider at about 330am. man, im seriously burned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;september 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Bukut Panjang for some "cosplay" show. didnt really have anyone to go with, but found someone from sgcafe to go with me. met SAKUCHAN at the LRT and lead me there. walau eh this event totally suck balls la. freaking request cosplayers to come down, and it's not even a cosplay event totally. more like a dumb heartland event. it was quite boring, somemorre with the amount of bengs invading the area, the safety of some cosplayers are low. no pictures taken. but quite a boring day. i barely talked for most of the day. but i made new friends nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YEAHHHHHHHH, tmr is the DAYYY. FFAF SHOW!!!!!~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom got me the tickets via her credit card on SISTIC. but i hvae to pay her back la. this is definitely the best that will be coming to our shores so far. for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEaglH1TcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ShthD5QovdM/s1600-h/06-09-07_1335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEaglH1TcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ShthD5QovdM/s320/06-09-07_1335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107392599437954498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye $85. you will be sorely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. heaty heaty~! having a stupid ulcer in my mouth now. think i eat too much fried food. this ulcer isnt really that painful, but it annoys me like hell whenever im eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think im going to watch Claymore, maybe revive some WoW playing at night, have a good rest and prepare for the big day tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; these thoughts run through my head over and over again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4164496205462151561?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4164496205462151561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4164496205462151561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4164496205462151561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4164496205462151561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/RuEW4lH1TZI/AAAAAAAAADg/tSCZg4ofI7s/s72-c/31-08-07_2013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2039925781463993062</id><published>2007-09-04T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:30:35.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>next update coming up shortly. have like too many things to event, so im gona try my best to make the next entry short and sweet without being too long-winded. actually i shouldnt even be typing this now as im like fricking late for class already lol. ok, cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2039925781463993062?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2039925781463993062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2039925781463993062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2039925781463993062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2039925781463993062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/09/next-update-coming-up-shortly.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-7967073782593760975</id><published>2007-08-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:48:51.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. it's 510am now, and officially ONE DAY aaway to Natsu Matsuri. i'm so anxious about the queues there that i feel like camping outside the school grounds to be #1 in line. am munching on some sultana biscuits as im typing. damn irritating, these late night hunger pangs. i just need to bite on SOMETHING, ANYTHING. edible of course. been eating so much in my room these days, usually my mom will nag like hell when i eat in my room cuz i tend to drop some bits and pieces of food on the floor without noticing and this results in unwelcomed "visitors" like those fucking ants. so far, miraculously, no sighting of ants have been in my room for the past 3 months or so. must be maybe my mom go put some voodoo charm paper in my room to ward off ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought this less than 2 days ago and all of it finished already. so addictive la, i keep stuffing them in my mouth when i have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rs36v1H1TXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kfI_a528_20/s1600-h/22-08-07_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rs36v1H1TXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kfI_a528_20/s320/22-08-07_0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102009652501368178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from the kitchen to get another packet of sultana biscuits. somehow, even though im skinny now, i feel at this rate, one day i will become pui pui. but i dont think that is ever possible. hahah. im glad to inherit high metabolism from my parents! and my jealous sister (shes fat cuz she doesnt have high metabolism unlike me) says that one day i will get a heartattack because of the overloaded fats under my skin. haha stupid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently about 5 and a half hours to my alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments ago, i thought i heard what's supposed to be my biggest nightmare news EVER. it seems that this year's seiransai event is invite-only. but i dismiss that as a rumour for now, because no official news were announced yet on the school's website. i keep my fingers crossed. missing it for one year already is bad enough, but if it is true, then fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner yesterday at braddel's BOTAK JONES. 2nd time eating there. when i reached there it was raining like hell with massive thunder and lightning. damn scary, while walking there, it was quite dark, then this lighning bolt streaked across the sky and my whole path lighted up like some lantern festival, freaking gave me a heartattack. fuck, it's like god is teasing me with his thunder bolts for my sins, but lucky he has mercy, havent kill me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;845pm, BOTAK JONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking love this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered and sat down. the rain got worse and thunder got more annoyingly louder. happy for shelter. the place isnt as mad crowded as last time.  and there were quite a number of ang moh patrons around. as expected, their service i knew would be slow, given time about 30-45minutes waiting time. ordered a cheeseburger set, looked damn tempting as im a big cheese fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$7.50 for a big serving, totally owning Mcdonalds standard for about an extra buck more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food came soon after, after sitting down talking cock, it came quick, should be below 30minutes. no comments on quality, as good as ever for a fraction of restaurant pricing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeseburger's meat was surprising THICK, about 10 times thicker than Mcdonald's regular cheeseburger, and im not even exaggerating.  superb fries with spicy seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately, even though thats my first meal of the day since waking up at 7pm, i couldnt finish it : ( had about a quarter of the burger left, and fed the scavenger on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like coming back here AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rs3-klH1TYI/AAAAAAAAADY/e3a7DJ-rn7o/s1600-h/23-08-07_2111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rs3-klH1TYI/AAAAAAAAADY/e3a7DJ-rn7o/s320/23-08-07_2111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102013857274350978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 3 days ago. when my mom was making my bed, i was setting up the amp that i dragged into a room to practise in my room, then shit, i forgot to minimize the local sex community website on my laptop, and there was a super big picture of a china girl naked on screen. then my mom saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT"S THAT THING YOU SEEING?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what thing??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that NONSENSE WEBSITE YOU VIEWING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohh. hahah, accidentally click one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i  tell your father about this ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aiya, tell lor, im NINETEEN ALREADY, NOT NINE YEARS OLD. i wont care also. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. fuck it la, it's not the first time my mom actually caught me going to undesirable sites. brings me bad memories when she first caught me doing it when i was about 15 or 16 years old in the super early morning before going to school. i was playing chinese chess in the dark at about 545am, and i thought my mom would usually wake up at 6pm, so i tried to play faster, then she suddenly walked into my room. FUCK!!!!! ok. no need to reveal further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY PLEASE END QUICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i thnk i better go sleep now before the sun rises. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i absolutely love her, when she smiles &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-7967073782593760975?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7967073782593760975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=7967073782593760975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7967073782593760975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7967073782593760975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rs36v1H1TXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kfI_a528_20/s72-c/22-08-07_0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-8846459440722089640</id><published>2007-08-23T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T04:51:27.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. a long boring week it has been. even though the event is much closer than i think, 2 days to it, i still feel bored because of another reason. i have another good long week before i could return to ikoma school. almost a 2month month holiday doing nothing. weeks back, i thought i found the perfect part time job, but the person didnt even send me the number to contact -_- it's like something with a head but no tail. just bear with this one last week, meanwhile, while i enjoy this weekend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my mother forgot to give me allowance. got a little annoyed. woke up like 7pm a few minutes ago, checked my wallet, and there was no money beneath it. tough luck. she's not even back home yet. think she went to the gym after work again. &lt;br /&gt;feeling a little bit insecure because of being one day allowance down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, got approached to do a donation for a school organisation, by sms, since i was feeling like a nice guy, i said yes. but in the end, even with my willingness to meet up to pay(it's someone i know btw) the date got pushed forward. and when the day came, there wasnt even a reply from her. aiya, i'm already nice enough to be willing to donate, you ignore me it's your loss, for that i wont bother, i have more money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been rather concerned about my laptop's battery health recently. like wtf, my laptop on a full battery charge couldnt last barely past the 30 minute mark. googled for information, and found out that my batery is in shitty condition with only 21% health. so whatever my laptop displays of battery remaining time, it's 1/5 of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im going out for dinner. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8846459440722089640?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8846459440722089640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8846459440722089640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8846459440722089640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8846459440722089640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-1542055153075302089</id><published>2007-08-18T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:09:27.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUgust 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh. so fugging tired. not that i cannot sleep or whatever, but it's just that im waiting for food to arrive at my doorstep. feeling too hungry to be asleep now even though im hell tired. the thought of a mouth-watering breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switched off the aircon. it's freezing even though it's only at 21 degrees. somehow these few days i didnt switch on the fan at all and i can live with it, the weather's so cooling. but not at night though, i need at least the fan, or i'll sweat in my sleep, with my thick blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotcakes... egg mcmuffin... big breakfast... brownies... uhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry abt that, mind too occupied with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY. (16th august)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly one of the best moments in my life. arghh. cant stop thinking of it hahah. memorable afternoon. orgasm orgasm orgasm.  petite cute girls &gt; big girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had japanese meetup that evening. i went home from bencoolen before that to charge my dead ipod for a pathetic half hour before i scrambled to Tanjong Pagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese meetup that day was quite ok. more and more new people turned up, and i didnt talk much, even to the regulars. i guess i was too tired, drawing soo much energry from the afternoon. and also, not eating anything for the whole day, no proper meal, just a cup of kimchi instant noodles and some japanese rice biscuits to keep me walking in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAturday (yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up originally at 830am-ish. wanted to take a piss, but fucking sister was in the toilet. wtf is that bitch ALWAYS in the toilet. i suspect she has some bladder problem, when that bitch is home, she goes to the toilet at the weirdest times of the night. like 2am, 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda urgent, but as a guy, i tried to suppress and went back to try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the helllll. bitch still inside the toilet, and neither is she taking a bath. argh, so i went to the balcony, took out some music books, and started playing the piano on the soft pedal for a while until that bitch eventually came out. it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom woke up, offered to make me a breakfast of hard boiled eggs, but i rejected her as i felt like sleeping back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up. wtf? i slept for THIS long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;830pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to esplanade area to see the fireworks. cheebye, nobody to go with, i ended up going there alone just to watch that. i dont think it was worth all the trouble to go that far just to watch singapore's short span fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was real pretty. i took the trouble to go there just for this because i never experienced live fireworks for this whole year so far. watching it on TV really no kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cityhall area was PACKED. really packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sums up my boring Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Girls anime is going to end. wtf, only 12 episodes to one season. but i really enjoyed it, thoroughly, super funny. gonna watch the final episode tmr, and it's about time Claymore's latest episode came out, waited like 2 weeks for this. gonna have an anime marathon after i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN TO NATSU MATSURI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 DAYS~~~~~~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been waiting one whole year for this. cant possibly miss this event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheres my food.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; is this the cause i'm looking for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-1542055153075302089?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1542055153075302089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=1542055153075302089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1542055153075302089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1542055153075302089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/6am.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-8708176157538613977</id><published>2007-08-15T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:07:37.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a rather weird wednesday for me.  encountered 2 things today which i cannot really explain whether it might be im hallucinating or just natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 230am. woke up suddenly at 5am, and unable to sleep back, didnt feel like using the laptop, so i played my psp under the blanket instead. after like 10 minutes, my eyes started to feel the pain because of the distance of the super bright screen towards my face is like so damn near. so i burst out of the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt feel like staying in my room, and it's getting rather cold so i proceeded to the living room to play my psp on the sofa instead. played till like 8am without even realizing it -_- even my mom had finished bathing and shit, and people leaving the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to my room, switched off the aircon, and laid on the bed. TRIED to sleep, but my eyes reopened automatically within the next 30 seconds, so sleeping is out for me. brought the laptop up the bed, surfed and surfed, ending up reviving WoW for the next 30 minutes, then  i felt that im getting sleepy, so i turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess there is no one home except me, im preparing to take a short nap before going out later to get my long-awaited haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST ENCOUNTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i got comfy with the pillows on my bed, i heard my door shake. ok thats kinda weird, but my door "shakes" because it is in a bad condition due to me slamming it too much, so when someone outside gently touches the door, it goes inwards and out therefore "shaking" and it makes an annoying noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it might be nothing, so i closed one eye on it and continued sleeping. then later i woke up with a start, my door is shaking SUPER VIGOROUSLY, like some mad idiot outside demanding to be let in. i was like wtf? and started getting scared a little. then i mustered enough courage, went up to my door, and locked it, and surprisingly all of it stopped at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just wind. but no windows are opened in my house at that time. well, anything can happen, so i hope it's just wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT to get a haircut finally. now my hair is "ball-like". and the guy really snipped a lot, the whole floor was full of my hair. but nevertheless, im happy spending $35 on it. no komachihair for me, as $$$ is important to me at this moment, cant afford to overspend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get new glasses soon. fuck this pair that im currently wearing. makes my face look bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how convenient, directly below my block, there is a pasar malam. i just went downstairs to get myself 2 burgers. i hope this pasar malam stays long. the last time there was one exactly at this spot, only lasted 3 days. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bad time at home, quarelled with sister. that fucking bitch is getting more arrogant every passing day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, quarreling over the same stupid issue, of her arrogance yet again, and looking down on singaporeans, like shes not one herself. i could've been meaner,  she calls me useless, i could have retailiated with the best defence, her BOYFRIEND.  but i decided not to because i think it will hurt her a lot. at least i have a heart, not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend, ang moh, so shes bigheaded, frankly speaking, i think he isnt good looking AT ALL, looks like a typical average joe in the ang moh race. and one more thing, besides her horrible taste in guys, another reason why shes stuck on him for a long time is simple, he's rich. but brainless. he dropped out when studying here. look who's more useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she keeps trying to brainwash my mom into going against me, but it never worked. it's fucking obvious who's jealous of who. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the the 2nd ENCOUNTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened barely 30 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt tired and there is a big EPL match later on at 3am, couldnt sleep, so i decided to go to the sofa again to play my psp there (sort of becoming my place). after a while, i saw one hideous BIG insect flying towards my face(im lying on the sofa) and i got all hysterical and charged towards my room and slammed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF WAS THAT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on first look, it looked like a cockroach, FLYING ONES YUCK. because it was really dark, couldnt see properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i rolled up a used newpaper and put on a mask(phobia of insects flying towards my face) and set out to the livingroom... i switched on EVERY light in the living room, searched around,there was NO sign of that mysterious insect. and it has been barely 2 minutes since i ran into my room. so wtf? no windows were opened, that insect has GOT to be in the living room. but where the hell did it go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. EPL MATCH IS STARTING SOON, gonna run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8708176157538613977?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8708176157538613977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8708176157538613977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8708176157538613977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8708176157538613977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/been-rather-weird-wednesday-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6303187410266333259</id><published>2007-08-13T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:58:21.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>630am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何故　また　こんな状況。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragged out my laptop to the kitchen. the hunger pangs are hurting bad, and i still cant sleep, so my senses were tingling to do some food search. since it's the morning, i dug out some leftover cereal hanging around on the table. some fruity loops-like cereal. ahh. tastes great, havent had breakfast like this ever since my high school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, no newer claymore anime episodes were released, so i went to search for something else instead. and now, im hooked on ecchi-themed anime. lol. surprisingly it got me hooked,  watched Love Love? until the last episode, but i think the guy didnt upload finish, the last episode seems too weird to be a last episode. then after that went on to watch another similar themed anime, High School Girls. it's kinda fun. the story is like featuring the life of a school clique in an all-girl school. all from a female perspective, so i kinda know a girl feels in her life in an allgirl school.  it's like im taking a peak of the life of a SJC girl here. hahah. curiousity really kills the cat. especially since im from an allboy school in all the years of my compulsory education. borring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my second serving of cereal. hell, i'm really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now at 5am, images of cheeseburgers float around in my head, and yummy fries pairing along, so i hesitated to call macdelivery but i stopped myself, as i wouldnt wanna waste those precious dollars. im in a miser-state now. that FFAF ticket is more important to me..... by hook or by crook, i must get it within the next 2 weeks or else..... i might end up paying $100 for it which is not worth it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the letter of death has arrived. i have to go for MEDICAL checkup as ordered by MINDEF in october. and i guess they are gonna take me in around March next year. im prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY. (monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new Lasalle term starts today on the new grounds. but im not feeling a thing being an ex-student there since i dont really have much close friends there and i cant really click with anyone. but i guess the only thing i'll miss most would be the hot babes from the other blocks. haizzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am supposed to go down to Ikoma school to register for JLPT for this year. last year my mom filled up the form for me, and for this year's im filling it up myself at the school. i was so nervous.... afraid i'll write down wrong information as this kind of thing cannot erase, so i ended up taking  almost an hour to fill up one piece of form. saw some old friends of mine, really havent seen them in a long time since i went fulltime. hisashiburi ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i met my former teacher, and my previous teacher. enjoyed a little chat, and kawaguchi sensei is going to Natsu Matsuri next week! this event is going to be hell packed, so hopes of seeing her would be less than 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last touch ups before submitting the form, and im off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. the sky is frigging bright now. one final say., i hope my plan works. if it does, maybe this year will be one memorable one, before i get thrown into the depths of hell next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja, sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; her heels were so graceful against the carpet. so graceful, yet so insecure &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6303187410266333259?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6303187410266333259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6303187410266333259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6303187410266333259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6303187410266333259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/630am.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-1037217506157744764</id><published>2007-08-11T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:53:36.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came back a few hours ago from the korean meetup. had been quite a fun day, time well spent and i didnt go over my $15 limit i set for the day to make things better. i woke up at an atrocious time of 430pm. also, nice to know that tonight marks the day of the new EPL season. good, at least i wont spend my nights PCW-ing(post count whoring) at local forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's contradicting when i comment on the great new season starting tonight but i wont even be home to watch the first match of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;720pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached the bowling place at Marina Square, found sandra's group, then i got slotted in the group consisting of mostly koreans. the korean people were all so warm and friendly la. even though when they were chatting among themselves, i didnt understand a single thing, we celebrated each thing any of us hit  a strike or managed to get some decent hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the 3rd time playing bowling in my whole life, and each time is separated by  a giant time gap, so definitely, i know i would suck real badddd. but i think overall i still suck balls for the entire 2 games we played. but i managed to get 3 strikes, thank my lucky stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 2nd game, sandra suggested that we have a little competition with her group, like for the whole of the 2nd game, whichever of the 2 teams gets a higher score than the other would win, and the prize is is just $8, meaning $1 to each member of the group. and my team won! korea power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was already 10pm. fuck, playing just  2 games and almost 3 hours flew like nothing. Park left with the cute little girl, and the rest of us went to eat at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, marina square's KFC outlet is fucking cold. we were frozen shitless but we still could stay on after eating our meals to tok kok abit. and we had a nice group shot taken and i hid in all those shots, but somehow one of them figured out i was missing and they retook the shot again -_- somehow i hid again and only my hand and shirt could be seen, sorry la, i dont really like taking photos, especially group shots. made some new friends, eventually everyone wrote down their emails on a piece of a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come 11pm, we left for our separate ways. next meetup, Japanese one, on wednesday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, watched Alone, and i hated the story, so i was disappointed, but i still cringe in fear at those horror scenes because im  a chicken. though those scenes are predictable, they still deal with some scare factor. that's the power of Asian horror. i still think Shutter is the scariest movie i ever watched in my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be 6am real soon and i just showered, am not feeling sleepy in any way. so i guess im going to stay up till least 7 or 8+ before i'll go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow have a feeling to screw that thai girl. i dont know why. maybe she has the innocent charm of a schoolgirl and petite too thats why. most guys fall for that, but i guess horny old ah peks too. lol. she's cute. i'll do her someday when time allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl-san apparently told me that her uncle's company has a night job for me. but she didnt even give me any number -_- and i was dumb enough not to ask.  weekday night job sounds fun, as weekday nights usually have no EPL matches, and boredom would get hold of me in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently hooked on a new anime series called CLAYMORE (クレイモア）nice story yet again and eye catching characters make me attracted to this anime. but this time, it's not in the horror psychogical genre, more of blood-soaked action and hot females. this anime is still new in Japan and hasnt finished airing yet. yesterday i started at episode 5 in the afternoon, and by about 2am, i just finished episode 17, cheebye, i didnt know i was rooted to my chair for that long. since this series is incomplete, i think i'll stop watching till they churn out the newer episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll end here. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;楽しみ、悲しみ、痛み。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-1037217506157744764?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1037217506157744764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>in between heavy slurps of hot steaming udon as im blogging. arghh. firstly have to say i feel like a big idiot. maybe my sex life is cursed or my expectations are way too high. i guess what i see really changes things. i feel so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now Iris called me up when i was in the hotel rolling around the bed. at least when my phone started vibrating i saw the number i was afraid of picking it up intially as i thought that could be the DEATH CALL that i would least expect. but heng ah, it's IRIS from IKOMA. bad news, my preadvanced classes wont fucking start until  NEXT MONTH ARGHHHHHH. fucking extend the "break" to another 3 weeks. wtf am i supposed to do to kill time everyday??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz. just sent an SMS to my former ikoma classmate, hope she has the job lobang that i could work for. i need $$$ badly to fulfil my needs. firstly, i wanna eat like a king without asking for extra $ from my mom because it pisses her off whenever i put the note beside my wallet every morning. secondly, i have the next 3 weeks to save up for my FFAF concert ticket, thirdly, my long awaited LAST haircut of the year. komachihair? i dont think i;ll have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew. my udon noodles turned soggy. no mood to eat already even thought it's my first meal of the day and it's 630pm in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly weird, sometimes when i wake up damn late, after a long 10 hour sleep, i would have no appetite to eat even though it's like 3-4 hours later. strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently recovered from a bad cough, it took me like 2 days to recover. i seldom get sick so thats y. i knew why i had that bad cough. because i overdrank orange juice, like 12 glasses a day style. i got a thing for liquids so i can really drink alot, in equal to that, i piss hell lot also. havent been eating well lately, there's always no food at home. and my mother doesnt cook any dinner because shes too tired when she gets back, and my dad is always working late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in a while i would go over to the neighbour's to get some food, but sometime's their food suck balls. horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a bid to save $$ i wont go down to buy myself a meal or eat there. the kopitiam below like shit also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, when i was in the kitchen at night, i noticed my neighbour upstairs, they like to leave their window open big big, it's like an open invitation for me to throw things inside. and i feel damn tempted to throw in a bombbag and see their reaction hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrhQC9YkRvI/AAAAAAAAADI/VuCrdTHLNrs/s1600-h/06-08-07_2254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrhQC9YkRvI/AAAAAAAAADI/VuCrdTHLNrs/s320/06-08-07_2254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095910990137280242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temptations..... to throw stuff in like eggs or whatever garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr. i finished watching the whole season of GHost HUnt anime, and that leaves me with nothing else to watch. i wanna watch anime with a horror psychological theme, i dont like Naruto for some reason and as for Bleach, it's probably to late for me to watch now as i'm missing out on too many episodes. some recommendations please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. i guess im going to sleep realllllllly early tonight to make up for my irregular sleeping hours. night. it's been a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; viewing girls as a sex object is probably one of men's greatest mistakes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-5116562803013441035?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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The story is quite illogical la, but somehow i really enjoyed majority of the episodes. typical illogical plot of any other Japanese horror, it involves about this mysterious website which is rumoured to be only accessible at the stroke of midnight, and the site loads  up, any name the user types in, will send the person to hell.  i think Hell Girl herself is cute, but fuck, i really hate endings, especially when some characters are never coming back. haizz, why must all the cute and sexy girls die in this anime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got really bored. because i have no other thing to watch. so i randomly searched for some other anime under the same category, horror psychological, and i found a nice gem. Ghost Hunt(ゴスハント）the title itself pretty much explains what it's about. just finished 2 chapters of the anime a few minutes ago, and i really liked it, but i find Jigoku Shoujo better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first chapter of Ghost Hunt bored me a little because there wasnt even a ghost invovled, and everything was just caused by nature, but still, i like the smart content in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the chapter i just finished like barely 5 minutes ago gave me a taste of what to come in the further episdoes. this chapter is about a home where many children died, and supposedly, a creepy doll which an evil spirit stays in. how much i fucking hate dolls. especially those with long eyelashes and annoying big eyes. lucky i dont hve any in my home. well, this episode actually features a real apparition, together with exorcisms, really interesting, since it's just an anime, it isnt scary at all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3 for tomorrowww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, it's already 4 am. before i always realize anything, it is already fucking late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, Thursday August2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out in the afternoon at about 5pm in City Hall trying to search for a birthday present. walked around the whole of CityLink, raided Marina Square but found nothing that caught my eye. lastly, i spotted a chocolate store, Godiva(really expensive but good choco brand) and wanted to get a small pack for $35 but after some hesitation i think it isnt a good present. like the idea of giving someone edible as a bdae gift is weird for me. then i walked back to CItyLink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally saw a store claiming to sell products Made In Japan. selling all girly stuff like bags like accessories, the bag looks good as a gift buttt, $54.90 for a tiny bag is.. ouch. after some observation, decided not to buy it because even though it is a bit pricey for a small handbag, it looked really "budget" like some cheapo bag with RATTAN handles wtf. if i gave her that and told her that it's made in japan she'll probably slap me for "lying" since it looks more like it's made in vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i felt damn sian and went home instead. bought some peanut cake before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total expenditure for Thursday, $2.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. just now my sister suddenly barged into my room asking me whether i ate her KitKat Bar. i said "no" but actually i really did eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoy grocey shopping with either one of my parents. because everything is FREE. plus hougang point recently upgraded their already giant NTUC on the 2nd floor to NTUC fairprice EXTRA, which makes it even bigger. selling more shit.  if i shop with both my parents is evennn better. i'll help them push the trolley around, and when they're not paying attention, i'll add whatever shit i like into the trolley. lots and lots and lots of tidbits, icecream, cheesecakes, hotdogs, virtually anything that comes up in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheebye. i hate my computer chair. so fugging uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fug, going to 5am liao, i better hit the sack. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i'll let you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8282829606302335098?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8282829606302335098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8282829606302335098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8282829606302335098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8282829606302335098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-i-finished-watching-entire-season.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2992496472736082824</id><published>2007-08-01T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:59:33.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt update for hell long. actually now i dont really have the mood to update, earlier i had, but i lost it now. heck, i'll just update for the sake of updating. singapore has been noticeably cooler(as in temperature) nowadays, good thing, i call that "global cooling" but bad thing is, hungry ghost festival is coming, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when i came back home, my ma scolded me saying the neighbour from the 15th floor complained to her of someone playing piano in the wee hours of the morning. hahah, im guilty of that. because sometimes, when i just couldnt sleep, i would go over to the balcony to play the piano in complete darkness, like some phantom.(im really playing music, not anyhow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now's august the 1st.  and i finished my intermediate japanese class completely already, which was just last friday. couldnt continue immediately to Pre-Advance classes because nobody else is continuing. so, im forced to wait for 2 other intermediate 2 classes to finish, which is like 2 weeks+++ from today. it's going to be boringggg waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first stepped into kawaguchi sensei's class, i felt like a total stranger. because i knew no one, so i wouldnt talk to anyone. then when time flies, i got to know the people in class better, and the classes which i thought would be damn boring in the first place turned out to be quite enjoyable. though it hadnt been long, i miss kawaguchi sensei's class already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 2nd week of classes, i would bring my laptop to class every lesson, and show everyone my collection of Pankun&amp;james from Shimura Doubutsuen(志村動物園), a cute animal show in Japan, sensei liked it and so did i, so everyone pretty much had a good laugh especially after 3 hours of lesson everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i would show different content, such as Japanese ghost videos, and sensei would run away hahaha. and especially when ppl are all watching me selecting my next video, in some folders i would have to purposely scroll damn fast at some point to avoid them from having a look at some porn files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day of her lesson, she gave us some gifts, and we took pictures, i took some using my laptop, but im not posting any of them in here because i hate taking appearing in photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a drink she gave us, i dont really know how to explain this but, it requires the drinker to push down a "marble" at the top of the glass bottle so it goes in or else the drinker could never drink from it. hmmm it brings back some memories of a similar type of drink i used to drink as a kid, but i forgot what the fuck was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrCUNNYkRsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hq52ObSV2VM/s1600-h/28-07-07_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrCUNNYkRsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hq52ObSV2VM/s320/28-07-07_0059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093734133207942850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an envelope containing some japanese snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrCVBtYkRtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qsghIbnS2_o/s1600-h/28-07-07_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrCVBtYkRtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qsghIbnS2_o/s320/28-07-07_0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093735035151075026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;川口先生、日本語を教えてくれてありがとう。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i found this blog, set up by this 20 year old girl and most of the time she posts her sexual experiences up with pictures and it got my wand standing up reading it hahah, but that thing aside, she brings up something. the truth is for our generation of young people now is, love and sex dont come together. that girl from the blog already has a boyfriend, but she posts her sexcapades with other guys, at least having 3 other sex partners, and even one is a frigging married man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i already kinda got immune to this already, like this girl might love her boyfriend, but only as a "boyfriend" and as for sex, it  is like totally another thing, another guy takes over because of better skillz. i dont think any guys this generation will care if their girlfriend-to-be is not a virgin, i also wouldnt care. but i will care alot if my girl fucks around with other guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that girl really has nice boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few dayzz ago i watched The Simpsons. freaking funny, but im a little disappointed because i expected a lot more. and some jokes are too bland. i hate it when the joke turns out to be lame instead. i give it a 3 out of 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. i need a haircut. one final one. before national slavery the following year. last haircut back in march, and now already AUgust. i went to this place yesterday, it has japanese stylists, so it's a little tempting for me, only thing stopping me is  the steep pricetag, $65. but im going to have a haircut sooner or later this month. i just cant stand my hair now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this place is called Komachi,  and it's located on the 21st storey of Liat Towers, the view looks breathtaking, since the place has glass windows all around. nice bird's eye view of Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.komachihair.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday went to eat for the first time in my life at Botak Jones. and i personally think it is damn good food at a damn good price, american cuisine. i went to the branch at Toa Payoh, it looks typically like any other school cafetaria, minus a little corner selling alcoholic drinks. ordered Cajun Chicken for a nice $7. the food's good but the only thing  i can complain is the waiting times. i waited for a fucking HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrCaZtYkRuI/AAAAAAAAADA/NQHR4iK95hQ/s1600-h/28-07-07_2125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrCaZtYkRuI/AAAAAAAAADA/NQHR4iK95hQ/s320/28-07-07_2125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093740945026074338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really generous serving of fries, it's all great, but i think overdid the colesaw, like they wana feed a hungry cow isit, so much greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.botakjones.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go there again ASAP. this time, at AMK instead. toa payoh's damn far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her bdae's tmr. she gave me something on my bdae. i must reciprocate this action. but im a sucker at choosing gifts. i know she likes pricey shit like that branded watch she told me about, but wtf im not rich. i wont meet her till like friday, so i'll choose the right gift by tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a job. living on my daily allowance just doesnt work out, im not saving since i use it for my daily meals. and i was supposed to buy my FFAF concert tickets last week but audrey didnt call me, wtf, so im ditched. and being that, i spent the $80 already. and again, i have to RE-SAVE. cheebye i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so that sums up most of the stuff i wana blog about, so i wana shower now. goodnight folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; thou shall not steal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2992496472736082824?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2992496472736082824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2992496472736082824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2992496472736082824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2992496472736082824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/08/didnt-update-for-hell-long.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/RrCUNNYkRsI/AAAAAAAAACw/Hq52ObSV2VM/s72-c/28-07-07_0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3215583159089847932</id><published>2007-07-14T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T11:30:11.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiee. back for the update as promised. firstly, just came back  only and it's around 130am now, but it's the weekend, a sunday morning so i dont sleep as early as usual. havent played the damn piano for a week, teacher is going to be mad at me later hahaha. recently a lot of weird shit's happening around this house, like some weird chain reaction of mass destruction.  anyway, time is running out faster than expected for me, have the next 6 months to fully enjoy myself before i'm getting ready to serve this goddamn country next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, recently, more like just now, my tv's life spark faded, and it couldnt be switched on ever again. this happened once before but we found a remedy, but for now, my tv is totally screwed already. well, the main tv in the livingroom that is, we still have 3 other TVs, but with the main TV gone, it's going to be a little weird, like the family not sitting on the sofa to watch shows anymore, and everyone would be scattered around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secondly, my refrigerator's interior motor got screwed up and now it stopped working completely even though we had a handyman over just now. great, my icecream is gone now without a freezer to keep it frozen. it's time for some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, my room's aircon started showing signs of being fucked up. at 3am, it started to leak continuously, and my parquet floor was all wet, like as if someone pissed all over the floor.and even my fan was more cooling compared to the aircon, how shitty is that -_- BAD JULY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been enjoying my fulltime japanese class, but i still miss my old sensei, her teaching style. and now im starting to think that shes actually quite pretty. a little slow to realize since im with her for more than a year. firstly, about this new class, it's quite a vast difference from my old parttime one. firstly, now they are more guys than girls. usually in parttime, it's the other way round. secondly, a way more smaller class size. this current class has like only 5 people, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna complete this whole intermediate course real sooon, cant wait for PRE-ADVANCE to start. heard it's gonna be  a new sensei, im still wondering who. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have the TRANSFORMERS fever, i watched this movie 5 times already, with 4 different people.  so happy to prove people wrong, especially when the other party has no complete interest in the movie, and insists it's not her type, and "boring" but in the end she gives a thumbs up to the movie. but this movie to me, is truly the best of what i've seen this year so far. beats spiderman 3 HANDS DOWN even with only a small budget of US125million, and spiderman3 had 300million fugging dollars to make the movie. pirates of the carribean is shit compared to TRANSFORMERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a 6th time? hahah maybe not. die hard 4 would be a better choice.  and yeshhh, SIMPSONS MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, just realized today is going to be the last day BREADTALK is holding their sale of $1 for every single bread crap they have storewide, and nice timing, im broke. sometimes i feel that my $100 a week allowance isnt enough, but people tell me im being retarded because they get way lower than me, so i guess im a hardcore spender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let seee... everyday, i skip breakfast, and my lunch per weekday would be around $5 worth of pastry, that's enough to make me full, and subsequently, i would be help myself to little treats like snacks after that, so, without realizing, i could have easily spend more than $10 a day -_- so im really not saving a single cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, old news but... i finally bought my ITO YUNA CD. saw it going for real cheap at HMV after a day of japanese lessons, the convenience of having a school located in town. for just $22... comparing to buying it in JAPAN, would be like almsot a  good S$10 more.  plus it has a bonus DVD, real bang for buck. and i really liked the songs, i think i'll give this album a 8.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RpkT_el9lOI/AAAAAAAAACg/81GbJpPsTCU/s1600-h/04-07-07_1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RpkT_el9lOI/AAAAAAAAACg/81GbJpPsTCU/s320/04-07-07_1752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087119235356660962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handful of stuff coming up in future, firstly, hungry ghost festival, im actually a little scared. secondly, her birthday, hope i got enough money to get a decent present or i'll feel like an idiot, thirdly, NATSU MATSURI, this is strictly a MUST GO event, last year wasnt open to public so i was sad. ぜったいにいかなければならないよ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY, i learnt to type in JAPANESE. took me like ages to find out, when everything is IN MY FACE. i downloaded so many shit japanese support programs for nothing. and yah, seiransai, i missed that last year too because i forgot -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ages ago, i had this solely for dinner, even though it wasnt much, but it sure tasted good. but the price sux though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RpkVaOl9lPI/AAAAAAAAACo/MVcDeztOQw0/s1600-h/04-07-07_1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RpkVaOl9lPI/AAAAAAAAACo/MVcDeztOQw0/s320/04-07-07_1751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087120794429789426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice shit there, beef fries from carl's junior. the food there really rocks for fast food standard. if any of you havent eaten there, please try someday, you wont regret, but wait, bring more money, a meal there sets you back for about $15. good shit, but definitely not something you wana eat everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i'll have to go practice some music now. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i only wanted to try this just ONCE... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3215583159089847932?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3215583159089847932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3215583159089847932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3215583159089847932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3215583159089847932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/hiee_14.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RpkT_el9lOI/AAAAAAAAACg/81GbJpPsTCU/s72-c/04-07-07_1752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-5079342391908525191</id><published>2007-07-10T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:18:11.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, have been rather busy these days, coming back with only minimal time  to go online, cuz i need to do HOMEWORK almost everyday, but nvm i like it, and im getting sleepy by 12am every night, which is a GOOD THING. GOOD NEWS TOO, i got my body clock RESETTED, im sleeping properly now.  bad news too, but i've already accepted it. shall reveal, or maybe not, in the next post, ok, i have to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-5079342391908525191?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5079342391908525191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=5079342391908525191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5079342391908525191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5079342391908525191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok-have-been-rather-busy-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-9088375808818669789</id><published>2007-07-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T08:30:55.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; if only you stayed away from those other guys, making me the only guy to bang you, fuck, it's making you cheap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-9088375808818669789?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9088375808818669789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=9088375808818669789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/9088375808818669789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/9088375808818669789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-only-you-stayed-away-from-those.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-450991010179530796</id><published>2007-07-01T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T15:22:27.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiee. a very goot morning to all.  it's 524am, and im craving for breakfast already. today's a monday, July the 2nd. it will be the last day that i'll slack around, doing practically nothing for the whole day as tomorrow onwards, i'm preparing for a change in my life, but it's only temporary though.  YESTERDAY, marks the day where GST is increased to 7% ouch. and seen kancheong singkapoleans shopping as much as they can on SATURDAY, one day before the GST increase takes effect, like as if they would completely stop shopping after July 1st lidat -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, why i'm awake now? it's not that i've not sleeping again, i slept at 9pm last night, and so im awake now, any more sleep would make me more lethargic. just had a cheese bread and a fish burger for an early breakfast, but im still damn hungry la. so im anticipating a mac breakfast downstairs later or maybe some traditional style breakfast of kaya toast and kopi. believe it or not, i never eaten Big Breakfast from mac before IN MY LIFE. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently surfing more local food forums, and it's making me only more hungry.  didnt play any WoW last night as i was too sleepy. reaching the highest capped level in the game is only a tiny achievement, this game really takes a loooooooong time to get ur char to be decently geared. the stuff i have on my char's body now is a joke. and the quest for an epic flying mount..... zzzz 5200gold, i have 3.2k gold to go. most lvl 70s become farmers at this point. farm non stop for gold... so time consuming and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something not new. sister is bitchier than ever. with her fake accent makes me feel like elbowing her in the face. and her respect towards me is close to zero, so why should i even fucking respect her. some people thinking that they have a degree makes them so bigheaded, and slamming everyone around with a lower qualification. stupid hoe. typical arrogant bitch just because she has a rich ang moh boyfriend who is a blockhead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im thinking of what i'm gonna do for the whole day. firstly, i have my japanese homework to complete, but that usually doesnt take any longer than 2 hours, and i aim to sleep at 10pm tonight.  so wtf do i do for more than 12 hours in the day?? currently still longing to have a chocolate fondue dessert someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently having a kick for pastries. whenever i pass any confectionary or a bread store its damn tempting for me to go in and have a look and ending up buying a thing or two.  cheese bread is one of my favourites, simple but good. 2 days ago, she bought me some nacho cheese bread, so nice of her. and it tasted so good. i cannot resist nacho cheese. if only our local supermarkets here sell bottled nacho cheese, i'll buy 3 bottles at a go together with some plain nachos, would make the perfect snack. save $$ from the ripoff $4.50 you pay at movie snack bars -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have ate 2 tubs of cookies n cream icecream for the past 2 weeks. and i eat the whole tub, because i can be a selfish bitch sometimes since my mother claims she doesnt like "sweet stuff" haha, so ALL FOR ME.  and i dont give a fuck about my sister since shes never nice to me anyway, i NEVR share a single thing with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current fruit im craving now = mango, and SWEET ones only, i hate those sour crap. dont know why, my parents love endulging in lewlians so much, but i dont really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think im gonna go to the kitchen to search for something to chew on, damn hungry. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; welcome love, i have a place for you here. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-450991010179530796?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/450991010179530796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=450991010179530796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/450991010179530796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/450991010179530796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/07/hiee.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-585133966802271288</id><published>2007-06-28T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:43:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haro. just came back from breakfast @ mac below. hotCAKES is heaven.  initially felt like sleeping this morning, but i just laid on the bed staring into the blank wall, so obviously i dont think i'm ever goiing to sleep, so i went downstairs to eat. been a while since i last ate mac breakfast anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really peaceful downstairs, eating in, there were barely any people eating in, only a handful of people, well, much better anyway comparing to eating in at around 1pm onwards, where hordes of noisy secondary students start streaming in. XMMs ok la, i accept, but XDDs can fug off. spoil my view only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an allowance boost of $30 today, which makes it $45 for today's expenditure. but im not retarded to spend all of it today la. but im not afraid to spend slightly more than usual. which i did. after eating, i bought some extra food back, knowing i get hungry quite easily, usually after 2 hours from a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY. (thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chionged playing wow for the whole night, started playing from 8pm(wednesday night) all the way until 8am thursday morning. and i finally got to lvl 70, and felt the sense of achievement, i've finally reached the highest capped level in the game, but this doesnt mean the game is over, there are over a lot more stuff i still want to achieve for my char, thats probably why i devote myself so much to this game, which makes it damn fun to play duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got reallly tired of playing for too long, so decided to shower, but not sleep. reason being, im trying to get my body to be reallly tired, so hopefully i could restore the normal body clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;945am, left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm, im back home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched transformers. i could not stand waiting already, booked the ticket and watched the earliest show in the blardy morning. this movie, is so fucking good. excellend blend of comedy and action(michael bay duh). the action scenes really blow you away. oh ya, the movie's opening is really an eye-opener. my opinion, i dont think girls will really like this movie. it's for us guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starscream is love. starscream &gt; all the other autobots. with his agility and awesome firepower, he's easily one of the toughest decepticons around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the movie could revise some little loopholes. but i could say, this could be one of the best movies of 2007. i dont mind waiting this movie 2, 3 4 times. im watching it for a 2nd time anyway, to see what's at the end of the credits. there is already a planned sequel. which makes things sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after i came back. it was 230pm thursday afternoon. and i wasnt even feeling sleepy at all, so great, i thought i could stay up the entire afternoon playing WoW so i would burn out completely by evening, but i ending up sleeping at 4pm instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and woke up at 12am. and i couldnt sleep back till now, Friday, 1220pm. so that doesnt make much of a difference anyway? my body clock is still screwed. it takes a while to adjust i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was coming back home from the movie, my mind was really in the Transformers mood so much that i kept thinking that the bus i was in would transform. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the protagonist's girl in the movie is hottttttttt. megan fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RoSM1AlIKiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lYsbB5Fi0Fg/s1600-h/megan-fox-fhm-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RoSM1AlIKiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lYsbB5Fi0Fg/s320/megan-fox-fhm-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081341121897441826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's starscream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RoSNpQlIKjI/AAAAAAAAACY/9hotk6TlvJI/s1600-h/STARSCREAM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RoSNpQlIKjI/AAAAAAAAACY/9hotk6TlvJI/s320/STARSCREAM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081342019545606706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. i think i better bathe now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i wondered through fiction to look for the truth, buried beneath all the lies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-585133966802271288?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/585133966802271288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=585133966802271288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/585133966802271288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/585133966802271288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/haro.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/RoSM1AlIKiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lYsbB5Fi0Fg/s72-c/megan-fox-fhm-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4416261301106916691</id><published>2007-06-26T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:13:34.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiee. wa. ch*eby*! so bloody early in the morning now and i really cannot sleep. this lifestyle is getting retarded seriously.  i guess it's hard to divert back to a normal sleeping habit of a human. well, it takes time. but i think it has to start off with not sleeping for an entire whole day just to tire myself out completely so the following day i'll just die on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time now is 730am, wednesday morning. sister has left for work, and mom is going to leave soon. the natural sunlight emanates from behind my dark curtains, quite an eyesore for me since i've been in the dark for many many hours straight. the aircon is cold, the bed doesnt look a wee bit tempting.  and im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno y. it seems that every time before i wana try to "sleep" i would have a tummy roar. and images of macdonalds hotcakes would pop up in my mind. and temptations.... to dial 6777 3777. but why the fuck for when there's macdonalds directly downstairs. just being lazy to change again as im already clad in PJs. so i'll eventually try to "sleep" but will only sleep like 1 hour late after some blank staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late. fuck. expected. supposed to bathe by 1230pm, ended up putting the cell alarm clock to snooze and woke up at 130pm instead. so, fuck it, i dont bathe just leave the house lidat. today was alright. teacher said i played better! and gave me a small gift which was meant to be given on recital day, but i didnt go as i was late hahah. actually i did, but so many ppl inside, so i was too scared to go in so i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then after that, i went to raffles city to search for Donut Factory. timecheck, 330pm. ah, found it. i was wondering eh? y the queue so short, then i didnt realize the queue was cut into portions, and the end of the queue is blardyyyy far at the other end.  these people not working meh?? it's a tuesday afternoon leh. needless to say, i wouldnt wana check out the queue on a p. holiday. the donuts look yummy though. if not for the queue i would have bought a box of a dozen already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the basement of raffles city has some pretty nice snack outlets though. it's 330pm and i havent had a single meal, so i was damn hungry. originally wanted to try some australian pies, but diverted to eating some cheesy curry chicken snack instead over at Chippy's. not even spicy at all as it claimed to be &gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in da MRT. something caught my eye once again. not chio bu this time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a group of students. not just ordinary students. but japanese students. quite a big bunch. so im guessing its another homestay programme. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530pm, back home. furiously clicking away, gaming la. level 69 liaoz. one more level!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i had some seafood over at jln kayu as dinner with my family(rare), which is kinda weird, as that place is more known for their prata, but seafood?? their seafood was so-so only, and it took them forever to prepare. still, nothing beats the 1337 seafood over at NEWTON CIRCUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister just made fun of my hair by saying it never looked wet before, so shes trying to say that my hair texture is really hay texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a better conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RoGopsq55oI/AAAAAAAAACI/XXqBQuP2EDI/s1600-h/aaacd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RoGopsq55oI/AAAAAAAAACI/XXqBQuP2EDI/s320/aaacd6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080527288969848450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, say whatever you want. like as what childish thing i did will even change anything, like you ever talk to me in the first place. i wonder why are you even affected by this by blogging it out, when i thought you said "ur not the type that gets pissed off easily, and it doesnt even matter anyway =)" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like you said, you're blessed to have more good friends, while i dont. so im basically just a shadow to you. i'l just mourn at the fact i'll always hide in the shadows, being an outcast. are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; so self-absorbed, you've seem to ignore &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4416261301106916691?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4416261301106916691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4416261301106916691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4416261301106916691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4416261301106916691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiee.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/RoGopsq55oI/AAAAAAAAACI/XXqBQuP2EDI/s72-c/aaacd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2409994098260371735</id><published>2007-06-25T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:24:55.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hie. now it's 627am in the early morning. and people have already started secondary school yesterday. HAHA. ok. wonder how much fun they are experiencing from studying nowadays. the only reason i miss sec school now is my old friends, the shit we do to piss some teachers off, or pranks, and endless fun. to people who have started boring school as usual, enjoy urselves. those wake-up-early days are back. as for the guys, cut ur hair short short or else school barber will SLOPE it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slope is really damn ugly. the last time ever i had such a steep slope was 3 years ago. it was a freaking eyesore. during my time, those stubborn students who kept super long backs when they somehow escaped the monthly haircuts get caught, they are in for a surprise. the DM will slope it for them. and yes, his shaver is merciless, shaving up ur head like how a grasscutter cuts thick grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, im supposed to be sleeping. becuse ihave to wake up at least at 1230pm later. but i'll hang on for  a bit more before i try to sleep. Sleep for me isnt really a comfortable thing these days. i think my bed's condition is getting shittier. and most of the time when im home, i'll be online 99.7% of the time, and 70% goes to playing WoW. the rest go to surfing usual forums, MSNing or porn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just 2 bars away from level 69. that feels good. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eons ago, when i was 13, i had this giant apetite for cheeseburgers, and it's quite insane. like, sometimes i would save up just to splurge on lunch or dinner of purely just cheeseburgers from mac. usually, 5-7 cheeseburgers one shot. and my weight was always constant. the only time  i was fat was when i was a toddler, any older, im a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i dont think i could down that much cheeseburgers anymore. somehow shifted that ability to pizzas. how weird when i could finish 2 regular pizzas in a shot, but could barely finish a plate of charkwayteow at a regular foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i stopped growing. wtf,  170cm is just a whisker away, and i'm not growing &gt; : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so damn hungry now.  craving for a meal with lots of meat involved. think steak. had been a while since i last ate at Jack's Place. up to $20+ for a piece of meat. great meal but damn overpriced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese fulltime classes from next tuesday onwards. wil be mon-fri worth of nihongo grinding. lets see how it feels to be studying a language on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realized i havent eaten much western food in these few weeks. i wanna try the food from Botak Jones, after hearing so much reviews from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donuts. i have seen pictures of donuts appearing all over forums. donuts are heaven. BUT, i havent tried those from the famous shop that sees nong nong queues daily. is it really that good? or issit a typical singaporean mindset, monkey see monkey do? i dont know. haha. but donuts are sure tempting as hell, but queueing up for like 3 hours is just crazy. this is madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago i saw a chio bu in the MRT. i see chio bus everyday when im out la, but this chio bu is a little different.  she was with her friend. i noticed her because she was using a macbook pro in the MRT. first impression of her, tech-savvy babe, maybe a little geeky, but thats cool. she sports cute pink glasses, but it looks nice on her as she has a nice face shape. whenever she smiles, it's a pleasure to see. but her hair is annoying though. i like girls best with hair that has romantic curls. makes her look feminine and elegant when paired with the right clothes. back to this girl, her hairstyle is err, super straight? and her fringe is those type which is like a straight cut, on eyebrow length, like a bowl cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i noticed something at her legs. she bought donuts. many boxes somemore. lol. seeing those boxes made me damn hungry already. most likely she came back from City Hall. i stole a glance at her. she didnt notice yet as i had boarded only like a few stops ago. slowly, glances were exchanged. it was like totally the whole ride long. lol. finally, she left the train at woodlands. haiz. if only her friend wasnt with her. i would have talked to her. reminds me of something i did 2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting to know a random girl who was looking at me throughout a whole MRT ride. and even going on a movie date together. lol that was a perfect example of &lt;i&gt; lust at first sight&lt;/i&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should something like that happen again? i dont know. all i know was, it was really a pleasant feeling at first, but always had sour endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my luck with girls are always -58%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. the sky is now super bright. and i see schoolkids running across the street hahaha. ok, i guess i should really KOON now. or else i wont be able to wake up and get scolded again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; you should have really thought twice before lying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2409994098260371735?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2409994098260371735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2409994098260371735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2409994098260371735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2409994098260371735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/hie.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-9093596353877980640</id><published>2007-06-22T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:45:05.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am blogging from the kitchen now. left with only 17 pathetic minutes on my laptop so i'll hush  hush to complete this short entry. right now, it's 430am on a wee saturday morning. like 30 seconds ago, i experienced something quite creepy. the living room was reasonably dark and heard the sound of like feet dragging in the living room. so, intially i thought it would be my sister as she always uses the toilet at the weirdest times of the day, but then, as this "dragging of feet" sound louder, nobody was coming into the kitchen, so i got a little scared, and now, i switched on ALL the lights in the living room. NOW, im still having a late night supper of korean instant noodles, the usual hot mushroom flavor. but this flavor like no kick already, beginning to get sian of it. regretted preparing it now as i couldnt finish it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, friday, i was actually supposed to go to WW's house to help him paint his room. but i overslept hahah, and woke up only like 6pm. anyways, i got my japanese work undone, so i think i rather stay home. just finished playing WOW about an hour ago, stopped mainly because my eyes were watering over staring at the game screen for about 4 hours straight, and getting a minor headache. now, somehow i've recharged due to the supper i just had, so maybe if i couldnt sleep further, i'll resume playing till i finally peng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see who's the new sensei teaching me as of july 3rd on my fulltime class. kawaguchi-sensei. hmmm.  my mom couldnt get her name right -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMERS coming out next thursday, and it's way faster than i expected :D:D:D:D:D i'm soooo gonna watch it on the opening day. starscream is LOVE. i just love his transformed form so much.  this is one hot movie, so i'm a little scared if all the slots are booked for the opening day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realized i have joined the korean meetup group for quite sometime and i havent been to single meetup. the next meetup seems interesting... a BBQ. who cant resist glorious food? i'll go provided i have sufficient funds and even better if BENDA is going so i wont feel so sian going alone. furthermore some japanese people from the japanese group have taken part in the korean meetup's activities before. i wont be like totaly alien there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korean food is love too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i think i should really BATHE now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i just want you to know who i am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-9093596353877980640?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9093596353877980640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=9093596353877980640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/9093596353877980640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/9093596353877980640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/am-blogging-from-kitchen-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-6111928178007048008</id><published>2007-06-21T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T05:38:43.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi "all". short update. today the 21st of June. had about 9  hours of sleep only in the afternoon as i woke up at 4am in the morning and couldnt get back to sleep. Wonderland shut it gates to me. sian. so i just layed around in darkness for a while before realizing i was damn hungry. didnt get to eat much the day before because when i was on the way home in MRT, had one of the worst stomach cramp attacks in my life. felt like im pregnant. first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now freaking hungry again, 8pm. waiting in desperation for food to be delivered home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents now having dinner together outside somewhere. so lomantic huh. at least getting to know that your parents love each other. makes me feel grateful for this. i have a friend, her family seems cheerful, as in her relationships between her brothers and her is fine, no mishaps or whatever, but between her parents, it's a totally different story. and surprisingly she doesnt seem the least bit affected. like i get to know, her parents dont sleep on the same bed, they dont talk to each other, but living in the same house, and even her father is seeing another woman. if i were her, my life would be a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent bought my Ito Yuna CD yet. woke up too late today so logically i wont have the mood to go out, unless i have some outside activities. this holiday may be even longer than what i somehow expected. i'm just waiting for my fulltime japanese classes to start, and also, if it conditions are met, have pre-advance classes by August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lvl 70 seems so near yet so far. im currently level 66, six bars away from level 67. cant wait to annoy those stupid ally lowbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently my current slingbag has a foul smell emitting from the interiors. then crap, realized i had kept some food which im supposed to eat nong nong ago, but now it's like in a state of advanced decomposition. it's damn gross la. this bag looks so much like its in rags already. i'll use it till it gives way fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now currently having cravings for lasagna. and maybe, pizza again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid cunt owes me a treat from the middle ages till now.  makes me annoyed thinking of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new bed seriously. this bed just feels damn uncomfortable to sleep in already. maybe cuz i've been using it since 2001. and it "broke" once over some minor secondary school brawls. sofa bed looks cool. paired with a mini fridge and  nice HD tv would be cooler. that way the only reason for me leaving my room is to either shower or take a crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balcony jam sometime again, like the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kokora ga mienakute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-6111928178007048008?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6111928178007048008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=6111928178007048008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6111928178007048008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/6111928178007048008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2137266901312011068</id><published>2007-06-19T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T11:21:56.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still pissed. lying to a friend as a cover to be "nice" isnt at all nice. i still like honest people more. change your ways. please do.  it's 2am, and there's thunder and lightning. cool.  it hadnt rain in a while. somemore it's night time, it would aid in sleeping more. but it's not even raining now -_-  just the crimson skies, and the noisy thunder and streaks of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday nights suck. WoW maintainances take forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time flies, it gets worse for me. what's done is done. so i guess i'm going to take full time japanese class afterall. i'll miss Watanabe sensei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe after getting my Ito Yuna CD, i'll feel slightly better. i still have yet to watch Silver Surfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating habits have changed. i feel so miserable. i weigh at an unhealthy 49kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; this isnt going to work out &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2137266901312011068?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2137266901312011068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2137266901312011068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2137266901312011068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2137266901312011068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-still-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4820069296622594113</id><published>2007-06-17T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:02:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiiee. it's 725am on a bright monday morning. and.. i dont feel sleepy a tad bit. fuck. recently my mom found out news that i was hiding from her. and.. she found out herself, which makes it worse for me, naturally she got angry, but now it's all cool. but i still hate myself for not having the courage to face  the music at that time. ok, so i chose to hide. and my cover got busted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i hope things turn out to be finer this time, in future. i just finished playing WoW about 20 minutes ago. i had been playng last afternoon from 6pm onwards till this morning. then i had a minor break in between when i stopped to watch the spanish soccer finals to determine who are the spanish champions in La Liga. my predictions were right, Real Madrid won, and this match was wayyyy more exciting than any EPL final i've seen. Real, comeback kings, from 0-1 down, and they won 3-1 in full time. just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and then, i resumed WoW till i'm down to my last 6 bars till the next level, 66! just 4 more levels and i'll be much happier.  oh ya, yesterday, i was damn hungry, and usually i dont eat whatever food my mom cooks, so i decided to order pizza. total damage, $27.60  wahrau i can hear my wallet sobbing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY( 2 days ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was actually supposed to watch F4: silver surfer but last minute things got screwed so everyone pulled out. something which i hate. saved money, but still pissed because i didnt get to watch it. watching movies... it's really difficult finidng people to watch movies with, first of all, some movies might not be everyone's cup of tea, secondly, some are experiencing some sort of "financial crisis", lastly, the most common reason, or i can say, cover up, "not free". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ticked two people off the list, one was "not free", and the other rejected me straight off, but nevermind, i like honest people, at least way better than people who give a thousand reasons but it's obvious to see that they dont wanna watch it with you, with their ever so transparent reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently, got to know of another project by a friend. regarding japanese community again. about being some sort of "tour-guide" for 6 japanese students coming here next month, and getting paid for it. but i was given so short notice, so i had to reject the offer to play safe, it's hard to confirm so early, not knowing whether any shit that happens in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, havent revealed this info yet in the previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know that one of my cousins are getting married to a Japanese. it's a japanese girl. and the "wedding" was YESTERDAY. but i didnt go as it was too early, 1pm, i was still in a deep deep sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents went. my mom told me the girl was pretty and they were many japanese relatives around. so i can kick myself in the crotch for not going for it -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason why i said this was a "Wedding" because the REAL wedding would be in tokyo, not singapore. it makes me more jealous to hear of the any place in Japan. especially when i've not set foot on there yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's a good mix of races in my already complicated family bloodline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when's my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week. im gonna get my long awaited Ito Yuna's, album, Heart, from HMV. found it there for cheap, way better than buying it in japan which is more sexpensive. overspending crisis now, Japan Fund 07 is in code-red. i must really learn to manage. discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFAF gig comign up in September. fukkc, another damage of about at least $100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh 8am liao. i think i better KOON. oyasumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  i wanna be your last first kiss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4820069296622594113?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4820069296622594113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4820069296622594113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4820069296622594113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4820069296622594113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/hiiee.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-8907815995087296959</id><published>2007-06-11T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:28:25.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mini update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i is feeling quite bored now as i'm taking a little break from WOW, i came back like about 3 hours ago. and it's a boring night for me. sian. but first, updates from the previous week that i forgot to include in my previous update as i thought it would be too long-winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 3rd. last SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANBERLIN&amp;COPELAND show at THE PAVILION. i had no idea where it was. but that day, i was really tired and i skipped a class in the morning lol.  and i slept till like 4pm. was supposed to meet jehmeh at 5pm, so i rushed like hell to meet him @ Raffles Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and so, logically, i was late. neither does he know where The Pavilion is. so we walked for a while, realized we were not going anywhere near there, so flagged a cab, and the cabby, a little annoyed, said it was just around the area. but he wasnt moneyminded, so he drove us there, which is no longer than 7 minutes away. lol. so he made $3.10 from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a rather small venue. and the queue was quite long.  saw familiar faces. kinda expectedly them to be there la. the show was supposed to start at 630pm, and while i got my place in queue secured, i went with chicken to buy a light snack from 7 eleven nearby. bought a frozen chciken burger, heated it up, and went back to the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k here is the sian part. apparently, security doesnt allow any food or drink into the premises. so i handed chicken my burger and asked him to hide it. but got caught, and my burger was left outside -_- my stomach was growling like fuck already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show started later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with 3 local bands opening for our american guests. the first band was ok, funky cool bass line @ their last song which was probably their best. 2nd band, average. 3rd band. OMG this band is boring as hell. i got damn bored of their songs, and i played my psp instead. lol! disrepect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then COPELAND was up next, BUT, there's a 30 minute interval. they have to set their equipment up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summary. BOTH bands were freaking good. i enjoyed every second of their time on stage. copeland's vocals are so exactly the ones i listen on the CD.  ANberlin is bursting with stage presence and energy.  Anberlin stole the show for me. awesome guys, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show ended like 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lined up to get their autographs.  chicken gave me his poster so  i could have something for them to sign on. lol. nice guy. OK and so, being fucking hungry, we went to laupasat to EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway when walkign there, i lost my poster with their signatures on it. FUCKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 4th(the next day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they announced a "Secret" show that the bands would be playing at Home Club, clarke quay. being a fan i went for it.  the queue was long, and we were all scared that we would be denied of entry as Home Club is a really small club. underage people rejoiced as this show is open to all ages.  the members of the band were so warm and friendy. they walked around the club chatting with almost every guy that approaches them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;930pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anberlin takes the stage. summary: i dont have anything to say. they were as good as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only i mourn my loss of the poster with their sigs :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, and guess who i saw at the "secret" show. PAUL FAGHILL! man he looks uglier in real life than on TV. his hair is really like a MOP, exact it's black.  he was sitting on the sofa no further than 2m away from where i was sitting. he kept walking around non stop, seems like hes seeking attention. nobody cared. i guess his fanbase only consists of dumb and naive really young schoolgirls who think he's "cool" just because he dresses "EMO". and his singing sucks hairy balls.  haiz, i forgive all these girls for their stupidity, since they have a lot more to learn in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry no pictures. my phone's camera is too gay to take any decent shots of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK on to TODAY (JUNE 12th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oversleep in the afternoon, meet her at almost 5pm instead of 4pm. lol. but i have to pity her though, when i was about 30 seconds from meeting her, she got fined $200 by government agents on the spot, because she threw her ciggarette bud into the drain. that's pure suay-ness.  her mood was really down for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she put on a black face most of the time. i understand how she felt la. to see just $200 fly away for littering. i'm a LITTERBUG KING outside during my sec school days, but i'm fortunate to not be caught by these lurking fuckers. and so, followed her to trim her hair, then she bought me a slice of pizza from this pizza store nearby to make up for her coldness towards me. lol so nice.. PIZZA IS DA BEST SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward unwanted content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an SMS from Celeste asking me whether i wanted to go for an underage party at some club in tanjong pagar. so, this was a last minute decision, so i decided to go for it since i dont wanna go back so early.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;left her and went to tanjong pagar from there. about a 40 minute trip. reached there about an hour since the party started. was told this underage party has a homosexual theme, and there would be gays and lesbians around. i hate gays. but i decided to go for the fun of it. maybe i could see girls make out. isnt that nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celeste met me outside the entrance. she got my ticket from this bung at the door who was selling it.  got chopped, and went in. and at the part of the room when i was with her, i was the only guy. the rest around there were all girls, including yucky butches.  some butches really looked so convincingly GUYS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they danced later. i was enjoying some eye candy. some girls were hot. nice bods. but no boob fest :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some decent cleavages. but minority though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then SARDENLY, celeste told me she had to go home at 1130pm. omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she introduced me some of her friends. i tried talking to them after introducing myself, but they didnt wana talk much. so im guessing they're either lesbians or i'm being intimidating. OK, and so, the worst part of this underage party is, NO ALCOHOL. WHAT IS A GOOD PARTY WITHOUT ALCOHOL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no girl would get high and start to strip or watever. i got my free drink, and it's coke -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told the guy working there whether i could get some alcohol. he said no, because this is an underage party, there would be totally no consumption of alcohol even though the person attending it is of legal age. AWW SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hell boring. i dont dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only good stuff is the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, come 1130pm, celeste got my stuff, and we left there with 2 of her friends, in a cab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some parents should learn to give their daughters more freedom at least!! during this holiday period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK and so, i'm really hungry now. i wish for a large piza to appear in front of me now. there is no damn filling food in my house right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic 4: Rise Of The Silver Surfer is OUT IN THEATRES NOW!!!!!! i didnt know until i was checking movie times just now. i wanna watch!!!!!!! i heard from my friend that Shrek 3 sucks cock. and it's lame and unfunny. hmm, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im gonna bathe, jerk off, and if i have enough energy, i'm gonna start a WOW marathon for level 64. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; never looking back, cherish every second of it, so just walk away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8907815995087296959?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8907815995087296959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8907815995087296959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8907815995087296959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8907815995087296959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/06/mini-update.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-9086280158815396591</id><published>2007-06-06T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:17:27.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harlow everybutties~~ ish long i habent post. have quite a lot of shit to post about, but first, i'm posting this at 8am, on a thursday morning. apparently i havent had ANY sleep since last night. i know it's damn unhealthy la, but heck, i wana post this quick, and try to fuck off to bed ASAP to regain energy as i have to go somewhere later at 2pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, wanna comment about what happened like 6 days ago. really pissed me off big time on such a sunny saturday morning. i just hate irresponsible people like fuck, and i'll even hate myself if i act like one. but this time it's YOU. again. loss of words eh, no reply. i hope you reflect on whatever shit you did. even if you're sick or whatever, that's NOT THE POINT. i would have appreciated a hell lot if you actually opened your damn mouth a day earlier to convey a simple MESSAGE. not be like some mute asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, on to other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week... wednesday, may 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE HOMESTAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to be host. some people know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intially we were told that there would be HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS coming over seeking hosts for a one night stay in a local's home here.  but it turned out to be entirely something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, around 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to MERITUS MANDARIN HOTEL's lobby to meet up with yiling and her fiend. i know someone was really excited. but i was feeling nothing. i was actually rushing like hell to go to the hotel from home and i thought i was going to be super late. but luckily i wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dude who arranged this event told us to get up to the forth floor. then he briefly explained us some news. firstly, last minute information, they are not what we think they are. so we got to know that they are not "high school students" but instead, some students from a private school in FUKUOKA. and the oldest student is 27 YEARS OLD. omg. old shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARA NI. (next)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got into the conference room and waited for a while before the hosts' names got called out, and respectively get introduced to their 2 homestay guests from japan. i see got a lot of aunties around, hosting. i wonder, can they understand japanese? logically, people think that if the 2 guests are females, the host MUST be a female too, but time to proof that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiling got 2 males. HAHAH. so did her fiend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. and so, these guys have a little understanding of ENGLISH. so, it will be very jialat. for a host who doesnt understand nor speak any japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off. i joined CT's group. so a little fast forwarding here. YL's group went to LAu Pa Sat to eat dinner, while i zipped off to NEWTON instead. and shit, it's my second time going there in a WEEK. last sunday i ate there with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painful part. i was really hungry like HELL. i didnt eat anything for the whole DAY yet, and it's already like 8pm. so, found their table and  i started ordering food. fuck hell, i ordered food costing beyond my allowance i had for that day, so i had to break a lovely $50 note from my emergency STASH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered a nice plate of kangkong and small STINGRAY. i let AYU-CHAN and YUKI-CHAN try some of the stingray. they loved it. i guess every foreigner loves stingray here or else they dont have any tastebuds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward our late dinner. after eating, i somehow felt nauseous. it's not the food, i think i drank really too much water. stomach got really bloated.  how gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9+++pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to CLARKE QUAY. taught them to use our card tapping EZ LINK system. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we reached, i totally had nothing in mind to do there. showed them the BUNGEE RIDE. which ayu-chan wanted to ride, but yuki-chan was afraid. ended up not riding it at all as the prices were retarded. $40 for a ride?! so, diverted our plans for a BOAT RIDE. which costs $12 a person. i collected the cash from everyone, but to our dismay, the fucking ride was closed. so much for a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to walk from there, to the merlion, which was near the Esplanade. this walk took ages. and the weather was really humid. chatted as we walked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Merlion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn boring. (duh because im a local)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies. relied on others to think of doing something else. someone suggested having supper at chomp chomp as her family was there. i was ok with it, but only thing was, how are we going to get there. the only liable suggestion? taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part was a nightmare. i apologized to our guests for making this part a nightmare for them. we were tryign our luck to get a taxi so badly, all of them were flagged ON CALL. well, most of them. so, we were stuck for a good 45 minutes outside. loitering near the roadside. and the girls were squatting on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12++++++am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOKED 2 TAXIS BY PHONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YATTO~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweated like fuck. i gave a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOMP CHOMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered dessert. so cheap and good. happily ate and i realized there was a dead ant in my dessert. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took my first group pic but im not inside.  but i dont think this was a good shot. i rather, see all their faces in front view.  slacked around after eating, and soon after it was 2am. got sent home courtesy of Felicia's dad. hontou ni arigatou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. have to report them back by 12pm. i wished they could stay longer. i only had like 2 hours of freaking sleep. so freaking zombie-like when i reached mandarin hotel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our delight, they didnt have to go back to do their respective activities immediately, but instead, they had free time to hang out with us till 230pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we went to CINELEISURE, for them to shop, and we tag. took a neoprint with them. fuck, i  feel so gh3y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm. shook hands with them. took another group pic. and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day, i just hanged out with  the same people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come FRIDAY. they'll be back at the airport, awaiting their flight back to Japan. i hope they enjoyed the time they spent with us here, even though short, but fruitful. i couldnt believe they're going back so quickly. hope they'll come back again. i made a shitload of mistakes in my japanese speech. but who cares, we all learn from mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lazy to upload the pics. probably do it on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST NOW (friday night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up like 6pm. hahaha. then i went to play WOW straight away, didnt bathe till like 4am, thursday morning. and watched a LIVE soccer match. england won 3-0. woooo.  beckham is the man!! then after the match ended, i contemplated sleep. so i didnt sleep, went to resume playing WOW instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i die-die must get to level 62 then i shall off this laptop. eventually i did level up, but i didnt switch off this laptop. got a feeling this laptop will explode one day. just have this weird feeling it will. over-excessive usage. kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana watch SHREK 3 BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i guess i better get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; they say everyone has photographic memory. but not all have film &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-9086280158815396591?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9086280158815396591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=9086280158815396591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/9086280158815396591'/><link rel='self' 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than nothing, and i really enjoyed myself. teaching myself to not be so anti social and be friendly and open to new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up from slumberland at about 4pm. it's really typical of me to wake up at these hours over long holiday periods. especially since im unemployed and loaded with too much free time. and the only time i would step into the world outside is when im having my japanese self study days which is usually on everyday friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i typed in the japanese community URL and sat there contemplating. hmm. this meetup is a few hours to go. and WOW maintenance is up in a few hours too. so i closed the browser. and clicked on the WOW icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;557pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[SERVER] closing in 10 minutes for scheduled maintenance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farkkk. i thought they shut servers off every tuesday at 7pm, why today special case -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of staying the dreaded 10 minutes to farm my XP points, i closed the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. i'm not spending this entire evening home alone doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fuku nuide, shawa abite, sugu dekakemasu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;725pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking out of tanjong pagar MRT. i dont know whether im making a mistake or not. of all the list of names i saw, none of the people i know better are coming, so, am i going to be super lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a few minutes ago. i took the train going the wrong way, so i wasted a whole 10 minutes. fuktup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;735pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a blardy long walk, i'm finally at the entrace of TEA CHAPTER. my legs shiver a bit, as im not used to entering a place with a big group of people alone. i have a phobia of many people looking at me. so i just stared at the stairs leading up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon enough later, i saw a lady, who looks japanese, going up the stairs. so i just followed her lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going up, i talked to her. and yeh, she's from the group. so i made a new friend in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hajimemashite, YUSUKO-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay, at least when i went up the stairs i didnt feel uncomfortable at all. i felt abit funny being there as i didnt even RVSP in the site.  hokay lar, i went to sit down at the farrrrrr end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ALRIGHT, it didnttt turn out so BAD afterall, and i find this kinda fun, socializing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met new japanese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10++pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone had left. only left with me, and a group of japanese people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, had SUPPER with them. and yeh, drinks, beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna RVSP yes for another of these tea chapter meets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was  TUESDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early and went to BISHAN for japanese self study. now, macdonalds revived the good ol SHAKER FRIES, which is the new SEX. ordered the shrek meal. the burger was ok. but the FRIES ARE THE SHIT! it's just so good. finger licking good. however, i wished they had more seasonings. i want something like BBQ or tomyam or watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, i saw my ex-geography teacher @ a fast food outlet there. ahhh. she has big boobs. i know of many guys back in secondary school who fantasized of banging her in the classroom after school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally wanted to walk over to say HI. but i walked too far by then. so i just hope that she'll still be there after i finish my meal at mac.  but i dont think she'll be able to recognize me DUHZ. i look wayyy different from my old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;330pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to bitchshan library as macdonalds was getting noisier than ever. picture this, even though im revising with my earphones blasting mp3 on, i can still hear the cries of kids behind me. and they're even kicking the fucking chair. so naturally i got pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charged my macbook there till 3/4 battery, and i went around searching for some interesting books to read. read up on paranormal activity. so damn interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECENTLY, there were reportings of a "tornado" sighting here in our sunny little island. at first i was like WTF, how can, diz iz stinkapore leh, we is have no tornadoes? then i saw pictures of it uploaded, courtesy of the guys near the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing. this thing is actually just a WATER SPOUT, and it is non lethal and usually dissipates when it goes beyond the shoreline.  whatever it is, it looks cool as it is FREAKING big. even HDB from bedok can see the damn thing so big and clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh ok. i guess im gonna sleep soon. a little tired and i have to wake up freaking early tomorrow. if things go as they plan tmr shall not be a sucky day. good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; when everything's coming your way, it means that you're in the wrong lane. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-1830537164556101956?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1830537164556101956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=1830537164556101956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1830537164556101956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/1830537164556101956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/hhie.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-7372394550660602107</id><published>2007-05-19T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T06:51:16.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lizhi showed me this site, and so, i was bored, i created this lame quiz for the fun of it. here it iz. http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/411815&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, manchesterUTD vs Chelsea match coming up in a couple of minutes. this is sure  a nail-biting match. im offf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-7372394550660602107?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7372394550660602107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=7372394550660602107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7372394550660602107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/7372394550660602107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/lizhi-showed-me-this-site-and-so-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4455565688526680499</id><published>2007-05-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:33:33.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiieee. damn long never update again. it's been only a week though. but a week's a long time. comparing this to my daily update last time, because im always bored. nowadays i do occasionally get bored, only after logging out of the WOrld, of warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my japanese teacher said to me, "kai-san, mainichi okashi wo taberu? takusan amai mono wo tabetemo futorimasen ne." and i lol-ed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class i jetted off to funan mall as i wanted to get somethingz. went to browse around a number of shops to see what's the lowest price i can get. apparently $70 is the lowest already. this is gona make my heart break. made up my mind and bought it from a quiet little shop at a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, WOW: The Burning Crusade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original WOW itself is free as Blizzard allows the whole game to be downloaded off their site. good tactic anyway as they still earn from us players like hell through the monthly fees. and god knows how much profit theyre earning from this expansion already.  Blizzard is filthy rich : |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so i got my game and i went home immediately to install it, geek-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. i took this $70 from my japan fund piggy bank. it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, skip the gaming part. it'll only make this post more boring. on to other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY. (MOTHERS' DAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for the usual stuff in the early afternoon and ended up searching for a good mothers' day gift. and so, im sick of cards and flowers already as it's too damn cliched. i went browsing around girly shops instead. settled for a necklace and a cute little pink box to go along with it. thank god for the 10% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damage : $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home, and pretended to ignore her lol. i think she'll be damn sad if i forgot all about this special day. then as she went to shower, i placed the cute pink little box on her bed. surprises are always sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME FEW DAYS BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i go to know this place looking for part time promoters selling electrical products and shit at bukit timah, and the interview was on thursday(yesterday) but fuck la, got to know later they ran out of weekday slots, and thats shitty as i can only work on weekdays. fuck. this job hunt seems nearly impossible.  just when i had the thought making $$$ in my head, now it's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. (friday, the 18th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up freaking early. about 10am. so that makes about 3 hours of pathetic sleep. ventured out for a place to settle down and do my japanese work. i couldnt make up my mind as i was torn between Bishan and AMK. ended up taking 88 and just alighting whenever i feel like it. this bus was a bitch as it was super packed and a lot of rude assholes kept pushing. i hate standing especially when my bag weighs like a toddler and my hands are full.  so i got off at AMK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw something new(to me la) AMK HUB. the last time i came to AMK MRT station all i knew was this part was a block of uncomplete infrastructure. now i see the change. it looks nice. timecheck: 1245pm. i browsed around the hub for a while looking for a place to camp so i can set out my equipment(laptop, charging unit) but to no avail. MOS burger looks tempting for me to have lunch in but with no power sockets it's a no-no for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked further up, and i saw AMK's mac. only greeted with a sign at the door which read, "SORRY TEMPORARILY NO WIRELESS ACCESS HERE" k goodbye AMK. no internet, no life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT-ed to Bishan. junction 8. xiaomeimei LAND. and occasionally chio boo sightings too. and so, i found my campsite, MACDONALDS. full of students, probably because school just ended.  sat alone at a far corner, ate a meal and did my work. no powersocket, but i've already got a solution for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowds are dispersing quick, and im running LOW on battery. packed up and left for bishan LIBRARY.  i never went there before so i'm willing to check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool place. looks new. has a very refreshing feel.  the only thing i could probably complain about is the exposure of too much natural light. the whole building on all corners seem to be glass. so the natural lighting seems to be overwhelming. wish they could tint these windows. it would be easier on my eyes. full of empty seats, good thing, and the most important thing, abundant POWER SOCKETS. thats da most important shit im looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later. 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the west of singapore having my dinner at Koufu. eating from the same korean food stall. im slowly getting sick of it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the MRT going back to YCK. experienced something quite unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the train came, i went for the pair seats which were usually located at the far end of the cabins. so i got myself seated and began to play my PSP to kill time. in front of me was a young couple, seem to be teenagers around 15-16 years of age i guess. they were leaning on each other and the botak guy was playing with his cellphone. his girlfriend kept staring at me. and i was like -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ignored her and tried to play my PSP. but her eyes are so sneaky. and focussed. k la, if you want to sleep with me, i give you the green light. then her boyfriend noticed her again. he too, looked at me, then grabbed his girlfriend by the chin and frenched her in front of me, with his eyes still staring back at me in the process. 0_0 wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. some people can be such dicks at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyAZ. i is quite tired now. havent played WOW in 2 days. big achievement. not planning to play tonight, which makes it 3. i have yet to do my listening section of my japanese work. probably do it later and get to sleep ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, a new trailer for an upcoming movie, TRANSFORMERS is out, and it KICKSS AZZ. now i'm searching high and low for the HD version of it for download. this would be freaking sweet in HD. this is strictly BOY STUFF so girls who are going to watch it are probably going to yawn at the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scheduled for July release. which is freaking far away. in the meantime, we have PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: At world's END for this month. which i think most likely im gona catch that movie alone again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i guess i better get moving to do my work. GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i almost had a psychic girlfriend, but she left me before we even met. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4455565688526680499?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4455565688526680499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4455565688526680499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4455565688526680499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4455565688526680499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/hiieee_18.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2470882802852341071</id><published>2007-05-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:29:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiieee. im feeling so bored now thats why i decided to make a quick entry before calling it a day and fucking off to bed.  as most of you should know or else you should go jump off a the highest floor of any HDB flat neaby if you dont, Mothers' Day is impendingz.  iie dunch noes wut to buy for my mom. i had some rough times with her the previous month. so it sucks to even speak of it. but haiz. now's still a little too early to tell what would it be of the future. let it progress as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was WOWing as usual. and it's a nice friday afternoon. then come late night, i forgot that i havent touched any japanese material for like almost the whole week. fug. so it's been a week of no practice. so i thought this would be a new record. but wait, no. i joined this local guild in WOW and suddenly this guy spoke some simple japanese in the guild chat. so naturally i progressed on from there, and soon we were talking in japanese in the main channel lol. found out that he learnt for japanese for a year. and so, at least i practised a "little".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MORNINGZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept fuking late the night before, more like only this morning. so i slept like 3 hours. and i was so freaking lethargic when i dragged myself out of the bed at 1150am. actually i was supposed to force myself up at 945am, but i was really too tired la. barely 2 hours of sleep. then showered and left for bishan to catch a movie, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my research last night and planned to watch the 125pm show. i reached the ticketing counter at about 122pm, and the service sucked cock. fucking slow as hell. then FINALLY, the customer in front of me fucked off after a painful 10 minutes. then i asked for 28 Weeks LAter. and as i predicted, she would ask for my identification since it's M18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so i just flashed my student pass to her. and her maths like shit she took like 3 minutes to scrutinise the details on it.  and even scrambling around the drawers below to whip out a calculator wtf. so i got my ticket, happy i got in. i like bishan's junction 8. so many cute girls and xiaomeimeis. i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. the movie was alright. it's intense zombie eradicating action, blood soaked goodness.  but somehow, it lacked depth in the story. a good watch for zombie fans out there. the amount of gore is good enough.  btw, the theatre was full of unkers all watching alone too. lol. unker(uncle) like zombie movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad the only chio bu in the movie had to die. i thought she was gona be the heroine or something until she was repeatedly bashed on the head with a gun till she died. didnt know zombies know hand to  hand combat. i thought they were always brainless idiots craving for the flesh on your body. so sad the original zombie genre had been altered so much over time. in the oldschool version of one of the first zombie shows i know, it was slow moving, zombies attacking out survivors in some ulu remote town. and now? zombies possess the ability to actually use their brain a little, but scariest, is to RUN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um ok. so after da movie, went to eat at yoshinoya. staff sucked too. probably some n00b on her virgin working experience serving me. ordered the usual beefbowl meal. and halfway throughout the meal, realized that she didnt give me any MISO SOUP at all. wtf. a little too late right to ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k and so, after that meal. sugu kaeru.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some calendar in the kitchen that was flipped to the MAY page, it had a picture of Fiona Xie with her dressing so steamingly hot with a bikini revealing. fuck. so wank-inducing. then yesterday's paper also had a picture of her in a bikini. fuckkkk. booooooooooobs. wonder what makes us guys fall head over heels with these two round balls of flesh on a female's body. bye im off to the toilet! to bathe la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; just dump your fucking boyfriend and go out with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2470882802852341071?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2470882802852341071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2470882802852341071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2470882802852341071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2470882802852341071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/hiieee.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-4133564129911185738</id><published>2007-05-09T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:23:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiZZz. it's been a freaking while again. now i'm already half dead. and it's the middle of the 2nd week of the "great" holidays. and i have no life. been staying home WoWing to chiong to lvl 60. and im barely lvl 55 -_- now's currently 245am on a thursday morning, and im blogging to kill some time before CHelsea VS MANUTD match starts around 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a life. i need a job. MMORPGS are hell addictive, yes, but the satisfaction of earning real $$$ out there from a part time job just  beats the satisfaction gained from farming virtual gold and gaining new skilz and gear for my character in a virtual world, hands down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn im hungry. the pasar malam that was set up near here simply rocks. super unhealthy food, but who gives a fuck when it tastes good hahah. been there and bought food for 2 nights in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather recently has been hot like hell. the past 2 days, singapore was like a giant OVEN. i swear. on sunday, when i rushed home from music class, the heat was scorching my back so hard,  like my shirt is on FIRE lidat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went to her house again. i love her cats so much. cuddly creatures. i want a cat so bad, but my parents disapprove of keeping pets as it would so-called, damage furniture and lower hygiene levels in the household. sad, but true. then i told her, that yesterday, i saw at the void deck of some random block near my house, i saw a rare breed of cat siting down. wtf, which owner so fking careless. asshole!  it was tame, and didnt feel my presence threatening and just looked at me, i strutted its long fur coat. this cat's breed is definitely not local. so sad. i wished i could at least feed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a can of cat food from her for me to feed this particular cat again if i see it. but chances are so slim la. MOSHIKASHITARA, ano mezurashii neko, modotta kamoshirenai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. the weather was so diferent. when i woke up after like 7 hours of sleep, the sky Was darker than dark. and it's RAINING! so cooling. finally can wear long sleeve shirts again. then found also that tmr's the release date of 28 WEEKS LATER. something which i wanna watch bad, since im a big fan of zombie flicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUG la. when  iwanted to find a companion, no avail. FINE. i'll just go alone to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; if only you can save me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-4133564129911185738?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4133564129911185738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=4133564129911185738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4133564129911185738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/4133564129911185738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/hizzz.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-8480264717728314401</id><published>2007-05-02T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T04:04:44.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mysteriously, im back again. i dont give a fuck already about what's happening. i know how it'll turn out, so theres really nothing i can do except face it, and get whatever i deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while. i havent typed this URL into my browser. i decide that this blog should be moving again, or else it's just a waste to see this blog, all 3-4 years of it, gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the holidays, but i dont think i'm gonna enjoy it much. and it's freaking long also, has its goods and bads. until freaking AUGUST. a job sounds good, but i havent found any yet, as usual, my lazy self. the weather has been awesome recently. i love the heavy showers in the wee hours of the morning. it's super refreshing. somehow i find lightning and thunder cool. or else it would be boring to just hear the rain drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lifestyle hasnt changed much. been playing that same MMORPG game till 4-5am almost everyday. the only time i wont be playing would be during eating-breaks or when i'm out. it's just too fun. lol. recently been eating a lot of junk food. mostly chips, chocolates, and instant noodles make up my daily meals. super unhealthy lol. japanese candies are hell addictive. my latest love is a tube of choco-gummy-fruit-mix candy. it's $3.65 for a tube, pricey but what's inside is damn good. i finished the tube within 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. (MAY DAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch SPIDERMAN 3. superb movie.  CG scenes are uber cool. with 3 villains, and one new busty blonde chick added. i think i wana watch this movie AGAIN. im open to invitations from anyone who hasnt watched this yet and wana watch in future, i'll go with  you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 915am. called up my friend to make sure he's awake.(we're gona wtch the 11am show) reason being, since we know this is hot movie, chances are most likely that the tickets are gona be snapped up like hotcakes. after calling up him, i slept back again. in the end the both of us overslept, and ended up meeting an hour later than the designated time. aiya. 5 hours of sleep. we're human. we get tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 11am train was damn packed. wtf. dont tell me all chionging for Spiderman3.  1145am. reached TheCathay. the lower floors seem empty. a good sign. but the movie floor was PACKED. omg. so we chionged to the ticket counter. the 12pm movie slot was super packed. but we managed to get the astronaunt seats at the FRONT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that great movie, went to CP to hve lunch at Pizzahut. bought a hell lot of food. and marchia's pizza tasted like shit. hahahah. he ordered the meat-lovers thin crust pizza. meatlovers has been my usual favourite, because im a carnivore. then i tried one slice and it tasted like bread + oil. the thin crust's good, but what happened to the decent cheese toppings? they thinned too? had hawaiian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel super broke now. going out really saps of cash quick. gona stay home this next few days to stock up on cash spent previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. i think i need to shower now or else i'll feel like a caveman. soshite, go downstairs buy junkfood, study japanese, then i'll resume back to WOW. level 60 by next week!! i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;befor ei go off. here's some retarded picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rjhv8aBvLtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u9I7nq0gF6Q/s1600-h/condom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rjhv8aBvLtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u9I7nq0gF6Q/s320/condom.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059917264920194770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; your days were golden while i bled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8480264717728314401?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8480264717728314401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8480264717728314401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8480264717728314401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8480264717728314401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/05/mysteriously-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/Rjhv8aBvLtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/u9I7nq0gF6Q/s72-c/condom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3463203009115253983</id><published>2007-04-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T07:45:25.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>update: there wont be any more further updates by me now, till i can entangle myself out of this mess. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3463203009115253983?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3463203009115253983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3463203009115253983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3463203009115253983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3463203009115253983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-there-wont-be-any-more-further.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-982725855227691279</id><published>2007-04-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:31:34.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; Days pass and i still dont feel any better. being gloomy like 24-7. i havent got the mood to stay online for long these past few days, in those 2 MSN accounts, all i do is check email, and offline i'll be. i just dont feel like talking to anyone. sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rely on chocolate to keep my spirits up, but only temporarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fucked up it feels when you're given false hope, not realizing it, and in the end, you just dont get what you've always longed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that i've always anticipated for. and now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate you for this. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-982725855227691279?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/982725855227691279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=982725855227691279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/982725855227691279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/982725855227691279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/days-pass-and-i-still-dont-feel-any.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3837478273415984278</id><published>2007-04-08T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T07:21:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; my life is screwed. my dreams are crashing down afterall. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3837478273415984278?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3837478273415984278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3837478273415984278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3837478273415984278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3837478273415984278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-life-is-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-8441331339328877688</id><published>2007-03-26T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:20:55.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. it's been a while. firstly, now i'm little annoyed because i have a group presentation  tmr, i went to the assigned place for the meeting and great, nobody was there. pang-sehed by my group members for 2 days already. if i knew this would happen, i wouldnt rush like a mad fucker home, put down stuff, grab my laptop and go back to school again for NOTHING. and one more thing, our group till now still has no assigned leader, and this guy keeps scolding us, sorry man, but i absolutely HATE bossy people like you. fine, if you volunteer to lead, thats ok, but you're totally leading in a wrong way. asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little anxious on the presentation tomorrow. i did my part of the work assigned to me, but was told that it was not enough.   argh, we'll sort things out by tonight.  group work aside, on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in school, i missed the first lesson of the day, i freaking overslept. thanks to my inability to discipline myself. i cant stop playing WOW last night. kinda got hooked to the wee hours of the morning. took a cab to school, damage = $8.60, Verdict = still late for the second class of the day. and got marked absent.  what luck, a n00b taxi driver picked me up. i said "MOUNTBATTEN ROAD." then i got a big HUH from him -_-  so i just told him to aljunied road and i'll lead him from there to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he drove super slow. i think if i had a bicycle, i already cycled to school faster than taking this dreaded cab. got to school, and standing at the door was my programme LEADER, so i kinda chickened out and starting walking in the opposite direction. then i saw SAM, he asked me just go, so i went in with him, at least i dont experience the embarassment alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed to see my programme LEADER in his office tmr at 2pm, and i know that wouldnt be a good thing.  shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent eaten anything for the whole day, and after that class ended, went over to the coffeeshop for some chitchat, and lunch, supposedly, but odd, i  didnt have the appetite to eat at all. all i had was a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtrackking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY. (march 21st)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. it's my birthday. i woke up early, and was punctual for lesson at school. only one girl wished me happy birthday in school. and the rest didnt even know it was my birthday. sad. i'm still a shadow in my course.  but thanks to all of you who bothered to wish me! you guys made my day, really. got a deathnote necklace from her as a gift. i feel touched. though my presents are decreasing drastically over the years, i've come to learn that presents aren't everything.  it's the sincerity that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner, 830pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to NEWTON CIRCUS. i didnt eat anything for the whole day as i was preparing for this feast. i got what i wanted. my SEAFOOD, yet again, unlike last week's seafood dinner, this one was way better. because i had LOBSTERRR. it was great la. and ya, there were quite a number of japanese tourists there too. hahah. pretty girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lobster. this plate alone costed $48. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfEYO1AN7I/AAAAAAAAABU/xUqFa3ouiRU/s1600-h/21-03-07_2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfEYO1AN7I/AAAAAAAAABU/xUqFa3ouiRU/s320/21-03-07_2041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046217828068243378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assortment of other dishes. the chilli on the kangkong is the best shit. stingray got gobbled up within 2 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfEpu1AN8I/AAAAAAAAABc/J3IQRNkd-dY/s1600-h/21-03-07_2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfEpu1AN8I/AAAAAAAAABc/J3IQRNkd-dY/s320/21-03-07_2042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046218128715954114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one and only birthday present from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfE_-1AN9I/AAAAAAAAABk/HCRjpOCQqNc/s1600-h/21-03-07_2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfE_-1AN9I/AAAAAAAAABk/HCRjpOCQqNc/s320/21-03-07_2113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046218510968043474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i ate till i was super full. and i found it difficult to move out of my seat. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, everyone's tired, and most have gotten into bed, i took out my birthday cake, cut it, made a wish, ate one slice. alone. my birthday resolution for this year is to be super fluent in japanese. i'll embrace this year fully, because this is my last year in teenagehood. next year i turn 20, i feel damn old already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfGPe1AN-I/AAAAAAAAABs/vEe0aVxN2Ss/s1600-h/21-03-07_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfGPe1AN-I/AAAAAAAAABs/vEe0aVxN2Ss/s320/21-03-07_0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046219876767643618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan fund 2007 has been rather stagnant lately, because i'm a spendthrift bitch. better start saving up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepped into school for less than 5 minutes, stepped out, and ended up watching a movie with Joel and his classmates. lol. watched Mr Bean Holiday. it was spastic humour, worth a good laugh, but the ending was just illogical. an alright movie. i give a 3.5 out of 5. CARLSON CLAY. lol. those who watched the movie will know this character, and how annoyingly funny he is the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY(yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an appointment at KIMAGE. i finally did a technical perm on my hair. well, there are pros and cons to it la. firstly, i like how the middle part of my hair curls mixed with straight hair, but i find that he made my fringe a little curly too, which is something i greatly detest. and also, my hair's texture became extra dryer, just like HAY. i'm lazy to take a pic of my hair now. but one thing for sure, i sure regretted cutting my hair around 2 months earlier. because the bitch thinned my hair like crazy. a perm would look way nicer on hair with more volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tonight (monday), i'll try my best to turn in before 3am, and stay away from WOW. or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; so lonely inside, so busy out there, and all you wanted was somebody who cares. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8441331339328877688?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8441331339328877688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8441331339328877688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8441331339328877688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8441331339328877688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_26.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RgfEYO1AN7I/AAAAAAAAABU/xUqFa3ouiRU/s72-c/21-03-07_2041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3727325604840628286</id><published>2007-03-17T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T13:46:07.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll kick start this late night 4am-ish sunday morning entry with a big, MY PARENTS ARE OUT OF TOWN! they left last morning at about 7am, and when i just got into bed, i could hear the sound of the doors opening, and duh, i know my parents are awake, to start preparing before they go off to the airport to leave for THAILAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make full use of these THREE DAYS they are away for. first time in history that my parents actually ALLOWED me to be alone at home for more than a day. actually my sister is home too, but every weekend, she'll definitely hang out with her friends and wont return home till like late or early sunday. and i was right, she didnt come back, that makes things even sweeter for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed home from school to put down my guitar bag, charge my ipod for a while, and left again for city hall at about 645pm, because it's my MOM's birthday. and guess what, it's march 16th, 645pm, i'm supposed to meet my mom and sister at Cityhall MRT at 730pm and i HAVENT gotten her present yet. so... my brain was racing through whatever legit solutions in this short span of time.  so i rushed over to CP, scanned through some card shop, and bought her some card with nice deco all over. yah, cliched, but i really have no choice, i didnt plan this in advance, it's just really last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in DEBT. i owe a friend $30 for his copy of WOW that he ordered for me, i was supposed to pay him on thursday, but i think he kinda forgot even though i reminded him myself, so i still have his $30 tucked in a secret compartment in my wallet so i wouldnt "accidentally" use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was late meeting my family members. yah, i'm always late i know. but my mom was in her birthday mood, so she wasnt that frustrated. she got quite a ton of presents from her office colleagues. from giant bears to bouqettes of flowers. ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met DAD at the padang as he parked his car there. drove over to EAST COAST for mom's birthday DINNER. the place is packed as expected. ordered seafood, and it rocked big time. i fricking LOVE BBQ STINGRAY. squid, kangkong. it was damn bloody nice la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice, i'll be having two delightful dinners in a span of less than a week, because i'll be having yet another dinner(my choice of place) on my birthday next week. and this time, i'm craving chilli crabs, prawns and lobsters, and duh STINGRAY again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i woke up late. fucked up. japanese class at 120pm. i woke up at 1220pm. so i bathed in a flash, and left home super late at about 1255pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sensei gave me a birthday card today. she's so NICE. her comments written inside made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home straight after class to play WOW. i have a guest coming over later, i invited her. what's more, i'm all alone. even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; argh. i feel bad. why SEVEN MINUTES TONIGHT? i know i can last up to an hour. maybe i should have stayed in that aircon room instead of moving over to the living room. my endurance sucked real bad. i didnt enjoy as much as i wanted. the lighting was perfect. it was pure pleasure. only that it could have been longer for a better effect. it was still great afterall. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a fricking COCKROACH scrambling around the far end of my kitchen. i really freaked out. so  i asked her to do me a favour by spraying that hole where the cockroach ran into. lol. and also asked her to dispose of the carcass later. this phobia wont go away la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, last week. i went to the hougang fair. and took several rides. they cost a bomb, but it was funnnn. challenger started to freak me out when it went up super high. and ferris wheel's a NIGHTMARE. at first la, but i gradually got used to the height later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken by EEEEEEEELing from top view of ferris wheel. nice stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RfxQHmJHRnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/61jHdJkLqSU/s1600-h/Photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RfxRGGJHRqI/AAAAAAAAABM/a3EC9YEazV8/s1600-h/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RfxRGGJHRqI/AAAAAAAAABM/a3EC9YEazV8/s320/Photo-0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042994847918016162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i reallllly gtg now. too late to be staying up, and my limited sleep time is ticking away. good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; you're the only one who could save yourself. not us. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3727325604840628286?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3727325604840628286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3727325604840628286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3727325604840628286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3727325604840628286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-kick-start-this-late-night-4am-ish.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_aJlg7k85vbg/RfxQHmJHRnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/61jHdJkLqSU/s72-c/Photo-0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-5110393905308634282</id><published>2007-03-15T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:51:28.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i feel damn bloody SIANN now. i'm currently at CP's library, sitting in a very hunched position as i'm deprived of a proper seat, so i seated on the floor instead as im using their power sockets to charge my laptop. it sucks having to stay out alone all day. ARGH, i feel like FUCK. )@$*)@(%&amp;@()%*@)(%_@)_%(@_(%@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, nobody can SAVE me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday mom. i love you even though you blew up yesterday. i'm sorry whenever i retorted back at you. happy 40-something-th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-5110393905308634282?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5110393905308634282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=5110393905308634282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5110393905308634282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5110393905308634282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-i-feel-damn-bloody-siann-now.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-3631508103363908399</id><published>2007-03-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:47:58.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. here for a quick and short update. firstly, now is almost 4am in the fricking morning, and a Monday too. hmph. it's the march holidays for others but not ME. i still have to shower first before i can finally sleep, and STILL have the wake up around 10am later to get ready for school.  hmmm im worried. what if i fall under a heavy sleep SPELL. my body would be totally immune to the annoying chime of alarm clocks. and yet again, another unintentional self-declared holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, the thought of a self-declared holiday rocks. but if my mom found out she'll be super pissed. so ok, i'll just see how things turn out later morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned back her NANA manga. actually i didnt get to enjoy the manga at my own pace, i was forced to rush through the last book, because she insisted on returning all FOUR books even though i told her im not done reading the last book yet. what the fuck, i'm really starting to dislike her more. some people could change really quickly. from the first time, you were suddenly so chatty on MSN, starting the conversations, having at least something to talk about. then now? even when i started one with you(i seldom start conversations with people on MSN) you replied in a super sian way. maybe it was a big mistake even asking you to join the japanese meetup group. i updated you on the latest event coming up, on a march holiday week, all i get is "sorry im not free for the whole week, i have things on everyday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total bullshit. then what the fuck is a holiday given to you for? i wont believe you for sure.  what's so hard about scraping some few hours of the evening for just one bloody day. excuses. i'll ignore you like a block of wood on MSN from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese lesson time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came late as usual. didnt even wanna look at her for the whole lesson. her 4 books cant even be placed in my bag as it would make my bag look really bulky, and that would suspect MRT security thinking i'm carrying a bomb in my bag. so i used an annoying plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the lesson, turned to her, gave her books, and walked off. and there was NO EYE contact involved. so that would probably show the level of sincerity i had for her lending me her stuff. not because im being a big dickhead, but also, the way she insisted for her books back was quite rude. and i totally hate people who are rude to me, unless they are joking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok forget her. just another typical dumb girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY. (hourssss ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the BEST day in this particular week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i had my usual music class at 3pm. then after that, i rushed off to Plaza Singapura to catch a movie with my old secondary school buddies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that movie is bloody awesome. and it's M18. hahah after watching it, it was so obvious why it was given that rating. for nudity, a scene showing some pretty girl dancing around like some drunk bitch, and we could see her boobs through her trasnparent dress. another, showing the sex scene between king and queen, lol. and lastly some mass orgy in the Persian King's "lust room".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money well spent for. and so, after that we MRT-ed down to Marina Bay for dinner. the best part was it's free. THANKS MARCCHIABENGDENG.  took some shuttle bus down to this steamboat place. the venue looked quite slack la. it's like some indoor carpark's space used to put all the tables and chairs. lol and one more thing to comment about that place. the level of hygiene is quite low. when we were taking our first few plates to help ourselves to the buffet, i noticed that the basket has some little cockroaches running about. eeeeew. so i threw that plate back in, and took from another basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the food was good In my opinion. the thing i dislike about DIY cooking of meat is, sometimes i get burnt by the sizzling shit. and it's damn bloody pain. but still fun. then some dude working there gave us this plate of live prawns, they were still kicking around, so we had a sadistic plan to cook them alive and watch in joy as they struggle to death. but first, we cooked all the meat first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we forgot about the prawns, and when we cooked them later they were all already dead : ( not fun!! wahhh, blogging about this is making me crave for food. im fucking hungry now. k, and so, after dinner, we wanted to play pool, but we cant find any pool place here, so we took a MAXI CAB to paradiz center. a MAXI CAB is not like any regular cab. it is much bigger, looking more like a van, and it doesnt have a meter, as it has a fixed price, but it only circulates around the city. so the taxi ride was totally free again, $25. ouchhh, if i had to pay that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a spastic game of pool. and that place sucked like hell. the aircon was OFF. so it was super hot in there. i played averagely, but it was still retarded fun as most of the time i wasnt serious about the shots and some went in unexpectedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1125pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got sick of pool, and decided to go home liao.  then outside, we had a surprise. there was this ang moh guy "sleeping" on the ground. and his face looks super flushed. and many people were like staring at him, but none bothered to see whether he's alright. he might even be DEAD! but cant be la, i can see that he's still breathing, so another ang moh passerby saw him, then he was kind enough to do something about it. SEE HOW USELESS SINGAPOREANS ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day it was. swell. ahh fuck, i forgot to take any pictures of the dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhh going to be 5am soon and i still havent showered.  the thought of school is haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, it's 9 days to the best day ON EARTH. really. now's march 12th, so go figure what day it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesh, this weekend is gonna rock for me as my parents wont be in SINGAPORE. so maybe i could throw some minor party. best thing's probably the 3 day in advanced allowance. and all the privacy in the world. hope my sister doesnt stay home, then i use her queen sized bed for fun. (no dirty thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i think it is best for me to bathe NOW, for hygiene reasons. GOOD NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i wish i could destroy you, but in the end i just adore you more. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-3631508103363908399?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3631508103363908399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=3631508103363908399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3631508103363908399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/3631508103363908399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-5189706807959730977</id><published>2007-03-09T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:47:28.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. wahhh dammn long never update again. hahah. i've been supa busy for this week, but as for last week, im lazy as usual. and now, i'm blogging along with downing a plate of char kway teow. i'm as hungry as a hyena in captivity for a week without food. even though this char kway teow is partially tasteless, im still downing it anyway as my last meal was at 1130ish AM, and now's 10PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i recently starting hating the attitude of certain people. well, it's annoying thats why. would you like it when you go out with your friend, and later, when her friends or relatives come over to join you, your friend ignores you COMPLETELY, and i really emphasize on the word "COMPLETELY". i get really frustrated when your presence seems to be completely oblivious to them. firstly, fine i understand when you are a little quiet at first, maybe you dont know me well. but i just get pissed when you treat me like a wall when your cousins come. and suddenly you become so lively. -_- well, given your anti-social status towards guys since you are from an allgirl school, i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to blogging.  now's march 9th, a Friday. the whole of last week was a term break, and iie lubbx holidays. cant really remembered what i did, but i know that it's been a whole week of late-night-sleeping, games, sex, bla bla. then came THIS WEEK, which was PROJECT WEEK, and i thought it was still a holiday until i called up to go for practice. my course is POP music, so our project was to play 2 RADIOHEAD songs, and use our creativity to churn out our own style of the song. and so, the first time i listened to the 2 songs was about 4 weeks ago or so, during out very first meeting. and the songs are weird. really. i was wondering, "how the fukk are we gona cover these songs, it's just too experimental for my liking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, given our time, we practised and eventually came up with our version of the songs. it's ok, good, but not great. finalised the song this WEDNESDAY, and later i realised that our performance day is THIS FRIDAY. so i'm like wtf!!! and i thought PROJECT WEEK is just to finalise our songs, and try as much to practice to perfect it. so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY. (approx. 2 and a half hours ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were the last group to take the stage, and im beginning to feel nervous because it's been a while since the last time i ever played in front of a crowd. good thing the crowd's seem to be thinning. i guess nobody would wanna waste a good friday evening seated down at this STUFFY place. i guess those people would rather spend their time doing something cooler like, have sex, get drunk, have sex again, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out to be quite good afterall. phew. i felt good. but.... i felt that i should have changed my guitar riffs abit as they sound  repetitive. oh well. there's always another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke a record today. i went to pee 12 times in a row, within a 10 minute interval. really. because i drank too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. next week's a one week break for secondary school students. i feel jealous. because i have normal school as usual. alright, so you people could now laugh at me going to school when you are at home, slacking or out doing some shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some cool pic before i round up today's entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this could the new age toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RfFy02JHRmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P2H8V6S8tR8/s1600-h/asswipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RfFy02JHRmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P2H8V6S8tR8/s320/asswipe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039935710216799842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i'm off. gonna spend 2 hours (i hope) doing quests in WORLD OF WARCRAFT now, and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; and even when your hope is gone, move along &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-5189706807959730977?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5189706807959730977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=5189706807959730977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5189706807959730977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/5189706807959730977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/RfFy02JHRmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/P2H8V6S8tR8/s72-c/asswipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-8179231437020387392</id><published>2007-02-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:46:10.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to update again. im feeling damn bored now thats why. i wish i have my ex-ex-girlfriend in room now to give me a blowjob. that would be sweet of her. ok ignore that im just being bo liao.  it's currently 1213am now, officially a WEDNESDAY, since it's beyond midnight. actually, i have quite a few options to keep me busy, but im just feeling purely lazy now to do anything else. so i decided to blog instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a few days ago, one of the forums i frequented had a thread on YISHUN MRT DEATH. and also, the threadstarter had pasted a link of the video of some guy's successful suicide attempt at Yishun MRT, taken early December last year. at first, after i watched it, i thought it was fake. because it was supposedly CCTV footage of the the suicide, but one thing bothered me as the video footage was rather SHAKY, and CCTVs in MRT stations dont shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i cant find the link of that video again, as it had been taken down already. so i'll just briefly explain the contents of the video. there are TWO suicide videos, both at MRT stations. the Yishun MRT clip lasted about 40 seconds, and it started with a normal CCTV footage of commuters waiting for the next train. at about the 32 second mark, when the MRT was slowly approaching the platform, a man slowly crawled out from under the platform and laidd still on the track. the question is, how the fuck did he get down there in the first place?? didnt anybody see?  then the MRT comes and runs him over. end of video. he laid on where the MRT wheel moves on, so im guessing that his body got cut into half upon contact. ew. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND CLIP. ok this one was around last year. it's at Admiralty MRT instead, and this is a way faster clip. 18 seconds runtime. so this clip starts out very similarly to the Yishun one, only this time, instead of someone crawling out from under to go onto the tracks, a guy at the extreme end of the platform dashes onto the tracks once the MRT approaches. sick death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pity both clips got deleted. anyway, i still didnt believe those clips were genuine until i read the papers, it had an article on it, and the clips were GENUINE. ok, so now im a believer.  explaining the shaky footage, some MRT staff apparently taken the video with his cellphone, and uploaded it onto the internet world. hahah, he's in dipshit if he gets caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now's currently PROJECT WEEK, meaning there's no school for this week. nice. actually MONDAY, there was a replacement class in the morning. at 9am. but i overslept. damn. i woke up at 11am instead. showered, and went down to meet my friends below. we're playing soccer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore my old secondary school shoes. size FIVE. my feet's a size seven, but i just forced my feet in, i had no other shoe to wear. and it was super uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and i played really badly. my left foot had a stinging feel. so it really sucked. and i got rammed in the head by the ball. luckily it's HEAD, and not FACE. or else i would say hello to broken glasses. to be specific, the ball hit me in the ear from about 3 meter range. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon it started pouring. and we all shared a cab home. it was damn close anyway. we just didnt wana get wet any further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching home, i threw the shoes off my feet, and it revealed 2 fresh blisters. bathing was a torture. but i have a reason to be happy. i just got my copy of WORLD OF WARCRAFT from justin, so hurriedly went to install it. 4 discs. installation was like almost half an hour. but since it's an MMORPG, patching the game took AGES. i finally got done patching at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showered and took a quick shut-eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed again, wearing casual home clothes(i was in pyjamas earlier) went to jalan kayu for supper with kulon. that asshole. didnt even know where to stop, and he didnt even believe me when i told him 86 goes to jalan kayu, dickhead. just happened to call him down to accompany me to have supper as he's like the only guy i know who's sporting enough to go out at late hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered my usual. 2 cheese pratas. milo peng. then he spotted a hot lady. hahah. actually, her face is just OK, not really strikingly pretty or cute. just pleasant looking, but her most attractive part would be her LEGS. hahah. we kept staring. then later she suddenly found out and kept staring in our direction and we had to faster pretend to gobble down our food. she was wearing really SHORt shorts thats why. but again, her legs are killer. her boyfriend/husband with her that night must have been married to her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished our meal. i had no other plans. so i went home, and asshole got a free ride from his cousin who drives. thank god for his cousin or else he would have to WALK home hahaha, and he lives deep in sengkang so walking home would take 90 years. i bought a peach flavored alcoholic drink and walked home from there. it's ok, because i have a straight route down directly to my house.  but it gets pretty creepy at night. the alleys are dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sweating like a bitch. thankfully i left my room's airconditioner running, so when i entered my room, i was greeted by HEAVEN's AIR. it's super shiok. stripped to my boxers, hopped onto my computer chair, and booted up WORLD OF WARCRAFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a quest with jingguang. it's so fun. but i have yet to get used to the combat system. NOW, the servers are under maintenance, so, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks having to bend my neck the hold the phone while playing WOW at the same time, just so i could communicate with my friend in the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for Marc to hold a WOW gaming fest at his home someday. all we need is the comfort of his giant home, full-blast aircon, a super fast internet connection, and tons of JUNK FOOD. hahah, i can guarentee that if we do that EVERYDAY, we would be too fat to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i read BOOK one of the NANA manga mishieru lent me. it's nice. i liked it. but this first book is one of a PROLOGUE, nothing really happened yet. but, the dialogue is pretty much similar to the MOVIE itself. cant wait to start on the 2nd book.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed, one of the characters in the manga has a character similar to one of my friends. which is, a rather whiny girl, graduating from an allgirl high school, and EASILY FALLING FOR GUYS. ok. i absolutely hate girls with that character. they should plan to be a pornstar as a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and i havent showered for the whole FREAKING DAY! ok, i woke up at 230pm, TUESDAY, and now's 1am, WEDNESDAY, hahaha almost 12 hours being a caveman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body clocked is fucked again. now im tooooo used to going to be at 4-5am. and i constantly get hunger pangs in the wee hour of the morning. but i have restocked my refrigerator with goods. now i have some frozen pizza. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im gonna play my PSP now GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; your hands arent mine to hold. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-8179231437020387392?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8179231437020387392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=8179231437020387392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8179231437020387392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/8179231437020387392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-update-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-2083142738264041361</id><published>2007-02-25T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T05:54:49.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>k hello. me is back. last week was rather a slack week for me hahah. firstly, to kick start this entry. it's obvious that i had changed the main picture of my blog. because i find the old picture really outdated and annoying. and also, the font, from boring red to some mixture of colors. all thanks to LIZHI. i dont hate her anymore la. i used to hate her for the past few weeks after i got really hotheaded when she retorted back at me. me and my big ego huh. so im now back to being the nice guy i had always been. P.S. Lizhi, you are still short. dont murder me ok. i will shut up once u go beyond 155cm. not that much of a high target right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here goesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY. (last week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up like umm.. 230pm. kulon called and asked whether i was still coming over his home. i said yes, and i went back to sleep.  his home is in sengkang, like a stone's throw from my place. um, not really, but it's still NEAR la. like reachable within 15 minutes. provided the bus not being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;330pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached his house. ok, his friends are all girls. and they are busy mahjong-ing in his living room. so i just ignored their presence and went directly to his room. stayed there for over an hour, using his computer. no lifer right? because im anti-social wat duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later. i went up to the living room, ignoring their presence again, and watched Jackass 2 on his TV. he bought a pirated copy somewhere, and the quality was super GRAINY. it's a fucking pain to watch, but the jokes are still funny. Jackass is known for their extreme and crude jokes. but i just cant stand puke scenes. it's out in theatres here, but rated R21. hahah, i watched it despite having his female friends around, who look 14-15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over the CP to have dinner with his friends. they are also super anti social la. they decided to eat at Jack's Place, i was reluctant, but heck, i just had to follow the crowd, or else i'll be left out with nothing else to do nor go. Jack's Place at that time was apparently full, so the dude working there told us we had to wait around 10 minutes. so, we agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it didnt seem anything like 10 minutes at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like 1/2 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat at this really long table. with the 7 of us. i ordered the cheapest thing ever on the menu. some seafood basket. the food was nothing special, it's just a normal type of "nice".  then like 10 minutes before we actually finished eating, 2 girls in our group had to leave for a reason i dont know why. then when we settling the bill, which was $99, the money we had compiled only amounted to $60+.  DIU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls started forking out more coins, and it was still not enough so i volunteered to pay the rest. but kulon has to pay me back la duh. so... i paid $26 for an $11 meal. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. fuck. why isnt today a HOLIDAY!! mom woke me up at 7am. and i responded by just pulling a pillow over my head. so, you all guess whether i got go school or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-declared a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out still, because i had some group meeting in the evening. went out early, ended up meeting muneh first, went to CINE, to meet his friend(s) he told me his friend was lesbian. so. i was like OK. but i think she's fat. but she has boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. i got information to meet at Raffle City's starbucks for meeting, and none of them were even there. so yah, i got pang-sehed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at jalana kayu with muneh. paid a dollar for that whore. because he had "not enough money" i was being kind. because everyone who is close to him will know he is the worst liar in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy  to say anything about this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met michelle at hougang MRT in the late morning, to have lunch with her and her cousins before our japanese class. and i was sticking to her "plan". when i reached, i thought i was late, because in nature, im always late. anyway, i was really late. then i didnt see her at all, i started to panick a bit. so i smsed her. then.. no reply.  so i called. ok la, shes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to LIDO's movie floor for lunch. i find her really quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched NANA on my laptop. while i got my KFC lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her 2 cousins came. and IMMEDIATELY, i literally became a WALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they whisper. i wonder. what are they talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is probably the only day im early for class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;420pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left ikoma in a flash. im meeting my friend who lives like on totally another side of the island. on my way, i saw michelle and her cousins. i got a little pissed at what happened earlier. and i comtemplated about waving BYE to her. in the end, i just walked off without doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart was left in tatters. because...... because..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my CELLPHONE is SPOILT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how dumb of me. i placed my phone on a spot where there was a lot of water dripping. so no matter what button i pressed, only one stupid menu kept coming out. so. my keypad's as good as dead. i was really moody for the rest of the night. i didnt feel like talking to my friend at all too, even though she was accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cellphone is really essential to me. like, i cannot live without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to macdonalds, to find a way to chill. so i wont feel so down. had an apple pie, and that outlet was streaming an EPL match which had Manchester UTD against Fulham, so my spirits got lifted temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before leaving, i took out my "deaD" phone just to check the time. and then.... my phone's BACK TO NORMAL AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is what i call a MIRACLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY. (today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few hours back. i had a little father-and-son bonding session. i practised soccer with my dad at the open field near my place. we practised for like an hour, and it was kinda fun, even though my long passes are quite atrocious. a scene like this rarely happens. probably the first in 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one picture before closing this entry. these things look  a lot like styrofoam to me, but they are ICECREAM. hahah.i find them cute. they taste alright too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/ReGVEwC7ayI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ycbfBH5H4DQ/s1600-h/styrofoam+icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/ReGVEwC7ayI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ycbfBH5H4DQ/s320/styrofoam+icecream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035469767226125090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm. im pretty tired now. so goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; choose the one who really loves you more. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15394149-2083142738264041361?l=imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2083142738264041361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15394149&amp;postID=2083142738264041361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2083142738264041361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15394149/posts/default/2083142738264041361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imdyinghereinfrontofyou.blogspot.com/2007/02/k-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428498405811859022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aJlg7k85vbg/ReGVEwC7ayI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ycbfBH5H4DQ/s72-c/styrofoam+icecream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15394149.post-1319187329282439030</id><published>2007-02-19T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:44:14.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah. forgot to update again. this time with a wider day gap than before, probably the biggest. ok la, since my memory is not that fantastic, i'll blog focussing more from Valentine's Day and later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, the most obvious thing is that my sister's back from australia. apparently for some reason, she quitted her job there, and is coming back here permanently. k i have to say that's a really dumb move by her. singapore sux like hell, it's so hot and humid, rude people around, is a small and boring place. ok so in short, she's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least she brought back my CD i was awaiting for. actually, i already have most of this band's songs on my ipod, but im just getting the CD for the unreleased content, and DVD extras. great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, she came back last saturday. she brought back some chocolate eggs. and one more bigger chocolate egg with SOMEMORE chocolates inside, that's the nicest shit, wanted to take a pic of it but sorry i ate more than half of it already haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now on 14.2.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super sian to kick off the day with an AURAL class in the freaking early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, this class is a killer. we finished at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing in my mind was to GO HOME. but before blasting over the overhead bridge to the bustop, i observed that many girls were carrying giant plastic bags, some with flowers, aww, thats so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home to take a short nap, before changing of plans to meet EELING to study japanese at mac below my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, and i was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we studied till like 430pm. it was quite an irritating environment to study in after 2pm la, because the secondary kids from the cheena school nearby start pouring in. and they were noisy as hell. kodomotachi. and i saw this one particular girl, who didnt sit properly, and revealing her panties. and so, i saw it, blue colored. no big deal. it's like she's indirectly inviting zaogeng cameramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home later to change to meet my another friend. ok, since im meeting her for the evening, i wouldnt consider this as my "date". it's just some casual meeetup with a friend, and dinner at some regular coffeeshop. we saw lots of couples around the mall nearby. aiya, i have to admit that i do feel envious of them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to the pasar malam nearby with a small group of people. but in the end, a liar lied, and the rest pulled out last minute. so, i just met sha li to go hougang mall in search of carrot's bdae present. accidentally stepped on her heels like over a thousand times and she got really annoyed AHHA. ok so we found it, had dinner at Mcdonalds, and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is currently some sort of Funfair near hougang MRT now, and it has quite a selection of rides. but the biggest attraction is the FERRIS WHEEL duh. it's 30meters tall. but what turns me off is the price for one ride, which is a whopping $7.50 i guess this is understandable as for the efforts they took to bring such a big ride to the heartlands. i stared at the ride from a distant. it sure looks nice. but i guess this ride is more catered to COUPLES.  how romantic it is to sit in the cabin, going high up, enjoying the breeze and view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something sucks about this weekend. there's no JAPANESE CLASSES due to CNY. i woke up at 11am, and it feels weird that i need not rush to bathe to get ready for class. basically stoned at home for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year. lazy to elaborate what happened in the day. but in the evening, met the fellow japanese meetup guys, and went walking around town, chatting, and that's it. i feel it's kinda boring. but still, way better than stoning at home. by 1015pm, we all went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go home, i went to sengkang to meet up with some old friends that i havent met in a thousand years. ok, and Jerry is as cocky as ever. no difference. and kulon seems a &lt;i&gt; little &lt;/i&gt; better. so it's just the 3 of us, we had NOTHING in mind, so this adds on more to the boredom. so later, we finally decided to go 7 eleven to chill. i bought an alcoholic drink of whiskey mixed with green tea, 8 percent alcohol. hahah so surprising the staff didnt ask me for my ID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 12+ am, jerry was the mood spoiler, suddenly said he wanna go home. how much boring-er it can get when someone leaves, so i went over to kulon's house to watch a movie called MAN
