<?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-8517451321831964095</id><updated>2011-11-13T10:26:32.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something simple, something me</title><subtitle type='html'>i declare this blog dead.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5541310133707612132</id><published>2011-11-13T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T10:26:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px; "&gt; You may want to honour the relationship, but spending time mourning with your ex-partner is not the way to do it.  &lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;In order to salvage a long-lasting friendship, it is vital to begin with time apart, so you can become ordinary to each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;* Your partner may not want to accept that you are leaving, so there is a need for absolute clarity and clear-cut boundaries.  &lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Only have the breakup conversation once&lt;/b&gt;, explain yourself fully and then leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', 'Bitstream Vera Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;As time passes your once irreplaceable ex-lover will gradually become just another person to you, someone you can choose to see or not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Accepting that it's over:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;1. Know that there will be a &lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;mourning period during which you will be inconsolable&lt;/b&gt;.  You will need as much support as possible.  Keep a journal to monitor your progress through grief to anger and then finally detachment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;2. &lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;It's highly likely that you will want to make contact with your ex, and you will need help to minimise this desire.  You will need protection from going into pursuer mode so again,&lt;/b&gt; ask your friends to help distract you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;3. If after a few months, you feel you are not moving on, it may help to see your GP and book a short course of grief counselling or cognitive behavioural therapy - this is very helpful for adjusting after divorce or the end of a long term relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;i style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;{spending time with your ex slows down their recovery}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;When our partner leaves, we automatically want to pursure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The next phase for the person who has been left is one of disappointment and anger&lt;/b&gt;. 'You'll say "how could you do this?" and there is a withdrawal from the idealised ex-partner, says Reibstein. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;'The loved one has to fall off their pedestal before you can recover. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Anger is an essential part of the detachment process'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;The stages of detachment:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;It can be tempting to make contact, to prove to your ex that you are over the relationship, but instead, it is time to draw strength from those parts of your life that are separate from the life you had together.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;You may need distance at this stage from mutual friends.  Also, don't rush into another relationship at this stage advises Reibstein. 'Above all, &lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;you need to develop an independent security base that isn't fashioned around your ex&lt;/b&gt;'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="storyTop " style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Take a long break before you speak to your ex again. Three weeks is the absolute minimum time you need to gather your thoughts and emotions. (Ideally you won't speak to them again until you're married, to someone else, with two children. But that might be impractical.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="body " style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Wallow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Don't bother to put on a brave face – you're just storing up problems for later. Be as depressed and hysterical as possible until it gets boring. Only then can you put yourself back together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Beware the rebound&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you avoid a very public rebound. Like so much in life, it doesn't matter what it is, it matters what it looks like. Leaping into the trousers of the nearest person after a split and making sure that it gets back to your ex will hand them, on a silver platter, licence to tell everyone that you are "having trouble getting over it" and "in a mess". That's just bad PR. By all means do a rebound, but be subtle about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Change things&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on doesn't necessarily mean going out with someone else. Use a break-up as an excuse to have a bit of a spring-clean. Sort out that towering stack of paperwork, get that picture fixed, quit your job, move house – whatever. Change and improve things you're unhappy about and you'll feel more in control of your life – and it will help to reduce any lingering bitterness about the split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Think big&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the only thing that can make you feel better is to blame a higher power; believe in fate, if only briefly, and tell yourself you were supposed to split up so that you can meet someone who doesn't leave the milk out, hair in the basin and you for the plumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;b style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 700; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5541310133707612132?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5541310133707612132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5541310133707612132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-may-want-to-honour-relationship-but.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8353680226495009821</id><published>2011-11-13T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:30:12.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it really worth it? all that pain? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, the earlier you let go the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i will do this again. i will hurt you again even though i do not want to. kick you away. it's only because i know you're the one i dont want to hurt the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;call it stupid. but we both know we've been having more problems since i started to become like that. you get angry more often and i get so frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really sorry this has to happen. i thought it could be the one thing to change me but, i guess an idiot will be an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8353680226495009821?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8353680226495009821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8353680226495009821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-it-really-worth-it-all-that-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-9132379153247452510</id><published>2011-11-13T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T02:26:33.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it so wierd. that i seem to manage to destroy almost every meaningful relationship i've ever had?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe all there is in my plan is a cigarette, a drink and a nice end. thanks alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss being by myself. when the world was less complicated. i want it to return to that state, but i dont know if i can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can it? will i? all this dumb questions about life really brings me down. shouldnt we be given the right to take a look at our lives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it true that i'm going to be denied a place in heaven just because i'm a bad person? how would you know what's the definition of a  good person? who made you god, god? where'd you come from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who do you believe in? it cant be me. cause i dont believe in myself anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just throw me back into the shithole you found me in. i was happy there. at least everything made sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-9132379153247452510?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/9132379153247452510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/9132379153247452510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-it-so-wierd.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4426325693223505478</id><published>2011-11-13T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T02:17:20.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. so it's come to this. and my english has been reduced to shambles by the army.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do i want to type, what do i want to express? i have absolutely no idea. i feel nothing. it sucks when it happens and it will happen no matter what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even now. im more worried about how i'm going to get my charger back. it's wierd isnt it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i was just nicer to you. but just. i ran out of steam. im so sorry. i really did want to make it work, but its just not in me. there's no light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i told you, you didnt believe me. there is a darkness. now what am i to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frag. tempest. storm. crackling. tempest. rumblings. quakes. knives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4426325693223505478?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4426325693223505478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4426325693223505478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2011/11/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-941155673352549864</id><published>2010-06-04T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:21:07.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont really have time to even type,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-941155673352549864?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/941155673352549864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/941155673352549864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7511183281014483639</id><published>2010-04-24T08:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:00:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't think it's fair. It's not fair to her parents, not fair to darling, not fair to me. She's probably very happy now, enjoying life and ultimate freedom. Friends pay for her stuff and they get to have day after day of fun and holidays. And her parents have to spare time to look for her, and we have to worry. baby's face has worry lines -.- bah. it's so not fair... why should someone's choice make so many people unhappy? does she really want her parents to give up on her =/ i guess it's a phase most people go through... but sometimes you have to know where's the line and work hard to keep yourself in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just not safe for a young girl to be out there alone =/ and even though i know she's streetsmart. probably smarter then i am at that age, somehow there's still a feeling of unease. everyone is worried for her, when we talk, i can see babe thinking about it =/ that's not good right? i wish she would just get caught or something, just so we know she's safe =/ it sounds bad.. but i'd rather she gets a chance to turn back now, as a minor. rather then keep on doing this until the offence is so great jail is unavoidable =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she stays safe. hope my baby smiles more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7511183281014483639?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7511183281014483639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7511183281014483639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-dont-think-its-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4551456828804582908</id><published>2010-04-12T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:17:37.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what are double standards. double standards are when you show different expectations to different individuals. i guess it applies to yourself as well. when you want others to do things for you that you would not do for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't like me to drink with people you don't know. don't like me to last minute say going to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...  i guess i also don't like last minute got 2 additional guys going. don't like you drinking with them. or whatever it is. don't like them laughing at you because you get red easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. so i'm a jealous fuck. sue me. bah. what a lousy day. work was fucked up. and everything else, yea. the feeling just sucks luh. i mean, i can be okay with it if you're nice. but you're not, so you're either pretending to not notice. or noticing it too late. i tell you last minute, at least i tell you before it happens. letting me after it happens is not really letting me know at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4551456828804582908?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4551456828804582908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4551456828804582908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-are-double-standards.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4482762050885949372</id><published>2009-12-18T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:33:56.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im kinda scared. like nervous scared about going to club again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if things happen again. what if i get into accidents again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noisy crowded places make me on edge. makes it so much easier to get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck luh =/ hate being nervous -.- feel like hitting something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4482762050885949372?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4482762050885949372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4482762050885949372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-kinda-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8640337626957795741</id><published>2009-11-20T09:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:18:15.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reminders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend less, talk more to friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch more movies and stop making mistakes at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th nov =p kiss =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8640337626957795741?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8640337626957795741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8640337626957795741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/11/reminders-spend-less-talk-more-to.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8250461714150155329</id><published>2009-11-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:42:23.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in love you have to use your brains as well =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8250461714150155329?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8250461714150155329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8250461714150155329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-love-you-have-to-use-your-brains-as.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-515090883603618171</id><published>2009-11-09T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:55:54.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i tend to react too fast.. like react before i think =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i end up being sad, then thinking about it and realising it's not that bad after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, im happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to be happy about =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and love feels right =) dunno how to say, but it all feels in place-ish =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-515090883603618171?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/515090883603618171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/515090883603618171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-happy-i-really-am-but-i-think-i-tend.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8010639208389251447</id><published>2009-11-08T08:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:51:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo... how to say =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really stays very far and it does make it hard to travel and i do get tired but once i see her, it's like everything was worth it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's nice as well, always planning to go home earlier so i can catch the last bus home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo, i wish i stayed in woodlands =p haha =) would make it all the more convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo =) i can tell she's coming along fine =) though she's still really shy! boo =p but thats okay, she's adorable that way =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8010639208389251447?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8010639208389251447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8010639208389251447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/11/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3269220723938860344</id><published>2009-11-06T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:50:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you baby =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your good night kisses =p for waiting until your fingers get sleepy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for letting me be your softie =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO =) for making me smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are important too =) thank you guys for not running away even though i smoke =p and for being nice =) yea, you three are great =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3269220723938860344?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3269220723938860344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3269220723938860344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-baby-for-your-good-night.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8966920046869614247</id><published>2009-11-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:51:06.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>her lips are very sweet =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's even better when she kisses back =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8966920046869614247?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8966920046869614247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8966920046869614247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/11/her-lips-are-very-sweet-p-and-its-even.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3933124931818496065</id><published>2009-11-02T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:25:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) it's getting better =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! happy happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to see her now =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3933124931818496065?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3933124931818496065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3933124931818496065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-getting-better-yay-happy-happy-im.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-997346212576120262</id><published>2009-11-01T03:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:35:11.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; under the weather recently... somewhat like a tempest... some storm in a teacup.. okay too much metaphors relating to the weather in one sentence -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like typing it all out =) then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; probably feel better =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. thing is.. some things aren't that fun if the other party doesn't really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reciprocate&lt;/span&gt;... maybe she doesn't feel like, maybe she's not ready.. guess i won't know. but i do know that i will have to wait and see.. blah. waiting was never my strong suit. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we'll wait =) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, again with the waiting. what's it with girls =p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again. we shall see =) and in the meantime.. just suck it up, like a man =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do need a good cry. but it's not going to happen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; we kiss. it hurts. my heart just twinges whenever it feels as if she is not really sure about it. i don't want to rush her. so i shall take a step back and wait for her to stand forward =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it sure hurts this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-997346212576120262?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/997346212576120262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/997346212576120262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-feeling-abit-under-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2617671770446103703</id><published>2009-10-28T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:55:37.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is hmm, deja vu-ish! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets recap, she might still like her ex, does not want to commit much, feels wierd being close in front of her friends... is close to some guys... does not really think for her partner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. is this my choice in girls? feeling all shitty now. could she tell? i seriously doubt so. i really dont think she likes me. probably just likes the feeling of being taken care of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop liking her. but somehow this overly optimistic voice in me keeps asking me to try harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what should i do? i dont mind if there's a god that will actually point out the way. but then again, it's been proven time and time again that either "god works in mysterious ways" or that i just have to "trust in him" to know what's right for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2617671770446103703?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2617671770446103703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2617671770446103703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-hmm-deja-vu-ish-d-lets-recap.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-232743632989459390</id><published>2009-08-01T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:52:49.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok first im here cause im supposed to do a quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The person who asked me to do .&lt;br /&gt;well... xinyi, but i think aileen asked her to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Your relationship with him or her.&lt;br /&gt;xinyi? she's my moral compass, breathalyzer and my personal nag =) she's also a damn good friend =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Your first impression on him/her .&lt;br /&gt;don't remember? my memory is quite gone... BUT. she is REALLY NICE! but likes to keep stuff bottled up.. tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Your most memorable moment with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;haha =D being banned =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) The most memorable thing you said to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;um... i don't remember =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) If him/her becomes your lover?&lt;br /&gt;wierd... just too plain wierd o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) If him/her becomes your lover , what would you like him/her to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;nothing =D if she becomes my lover then she's already perfect =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) If him/her becomes your enemy , what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;haha... wont luh =) she's nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) If him/her becomes your enemy , what will be the reason?&lt;br /&gt;she took my alcohol... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) The most desired thing you want to do for her/him now are:&lt;br /&gt;um, have a good life =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Your overall impression on her/him:&lt;br /&gt;nice? nice.. and um, nice =) pretty sensitive too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) The characteristic you love most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;being too lazy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) The characteristic you hate most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;being too lazy =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;im just big boned =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1) xinyi!&lt;br /&gt;2) mike&lt;br /&gt;3) Hu1jiN1 &lt;br /&gt;4) lianghao&lt;br /&gt;5) aileen! Snorter =D&lt;br /&gt;6) um… melissa&lt;br /&gt;7) Alicia!&lt;br /&gt;8) selena!&lt;br /&gt;9) matt&lt;br /&gt;10) yuki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Who is 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;no one =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Is 9 a male or female ?&lt;br /&gt;male. though it's really up for debate =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) If 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;haha, it'd be really funny =) and no, it wont be a good thing -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) What is 2 studying at the moment ?&lt;br /&gt;he's currently studying number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) When was the last time you had a chat with 3 ?&lt;br /&gt;eh, yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) What kind of music does 8 like ?&lt;br /&gt;loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Does 1 have any siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;nope =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Will you woo number 3?&lt;br /&gt;um, probably not =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) How about 7 ?&lt;br /&gt;haha, nope =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Is 4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;not at night =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) What's the surname of 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;BAKsnort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) What's the hobby of 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;SNORTING XD this is GREAT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) Do 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;nope =) they dont know each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) Where is 2 studying at ?&lt;br /&gt;haha, wherever 1 happens to be =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) Say something casual about your eyes :&lt;br /&gt;um.. my eyes are something casual... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) Have you tried developing feelings for 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;haha, nope =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) What colours does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;um, rainbow... HAHA. i hope you all get it k? rainbow.. lol =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) Are 5 and 1 good friends ?&lt;br /&gt;YEP =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.) Does 7 like 2 ?&lt;br /&gt;nope =) never seen each other before =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) How did you get to know 2 ?&lt;br /&gt;alcohol... oh yea, and 1 =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.) Does 1 have any pets ?&lt;br /&gt;i would say number 2, but thats mean =p so um... nope =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.) Is 7 the sexiest person in the world ?&lt;br /&gt;well, she believes so =p HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.) How is 4 related to you ?&lt;br /&gt;he's my son =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.)Describe 4 .&lt;br /&gt;oh! like father like son... HAHA. he wont like this post =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-232743632989459390?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/232743632989459390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/232743632989459390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-first-im-here-cause-im-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7164119430711452799</id><published>2009-07-02T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:39:02.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's spelled calculus =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7164119430711452799?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7164119430711452799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7164119430711452799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-spelled-calculus.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3150518024397961491</id><published>2009-07-02T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:35:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah im fucking tired man =p but i found another way to east coast! and it's a pretty fun way! there's a underpass and a ride through the rich people area which totally smells of richness, if you know what i mean... which you probably dont =) well, it smells of... posh hotels and new cars with leather seats! thats the kinda smell im talking about! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway there's calculus tomorrow =/ which kinda sucks cause i haven even been to one single lesson so it's going to be awkward, to say the least -_- ah well, thats what all that thick skin is for anyway =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's FRIDAY, like finally man -_- and after 4 i'll be free =D maybe slack a little... go east coast and sleep for awhile =) it's like the best place EVER. you cany go anytime and it's always windy =) there's 10km of coastline so you'll always see the sea =) and there's plenty of those big benches so you can nap =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright the modem is going to turn off in awhile =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see... i hope there's nothing to submit for any of my projects tonight -_- tonight im going to study the calcalus book so in case the teacher starts asking smart-ass questions i'll be able to answer and hopefully save myself from the pitiful embarassment that is almost certain to come -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3150518024397961491?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3150518024397961491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3150518024397961491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-im-fucking-tired-man-p-but-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5185977642079830495</id><published>2009-07-02T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:31:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided to post again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i found a very interesting article, which states that OBESITY is worse then drinking or smoking! HAH =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay to smoke and drink it you're not fat and being the thin stick that i am i figured it would probably be alright to do both then =p haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly! i think im healthy! you know it's always the bastards that live forever, disturbing the peace as often as they can =D im glad i can live forever =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i dont think i'll be quitting smoking anytime soon... because even though it smells, is hot and uncomfortable, alienates people, costs a hell lot... i kinda enjoy it, even though it's killing me slowly =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how i die k? i bet it'll be something stupid and unexpected... that has nothing to do with drinks or smokes =) probably trip and fall on a rock or smth -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5185977642079830495?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5185977642079830495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5185977642079830495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-decided-to-post-again-because-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6122736630531969947</id><published>2009-06-09T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:12:57.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh! cant wait for tomorrrrrrrrrrrrow =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andre's getting out of ns and im getting wasted =D great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and work is finally almost finished =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6122736630531969947?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6122736630531969947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6122736630531969947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahhh-cant-wait-for-tomorrrrrrrrrrrrow.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2259745884618409181</id><published>2009-06-07T09:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:23:03.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish my life had more interesting things happening -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, i feel like playing basketball luh.. suddenly -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is sooooooo slow now and there are so many irritating people who actually think they are fucking influential in my life and i do whatever they say -_- lemme tell you something retards... it's the people i ps that are actually important. i less important you are, the more often im going to show up.. get it right asswipes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. one day im going to punch everyone once, just for the fun of it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im almost done being polite -_- not when it gets you nowhere =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2259745884618409181?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2259745884618409181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2259745884618409181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-my-life-had-more-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-1647557654798612719</id><published>2009-06-04T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:24:13.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, i wish life was simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom is such a vague thing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so tired. so very weary already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night i sleep yet it never seems to be enough... mutter mutter.. stupid black eyes. my sister says i look like i got punched and has taken to calling me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;... you know, that "fat panda", exactly what my sister called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... all i want. is a few days. a few days without anyone. in a dark place. just some peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy those who can travel... who can go to dark quiet places and recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feeeeeeeeel&lt;/span&gt; poor and depressed right about now -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-1647557654798612719?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1647557654798612719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1647557654798612719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-wish-life-was-simpler.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2343896033969774969</id><published>2009-06-03T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:15:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a good day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i wanna smoke. if i wanna be alone. if i want to squander away my life in every way possible and close the door to humanity. it's my choice.. and i like it that way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day i'll actually meet people like kenichi... but until then =) this way of living suits me just fine. live your life and i'll live mine... stop interfering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. today i screwed up an exam, went for projects, cycled smoked and drank so i guess it's pretty much a well balanced day =) i have screwed up priorities =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this friday better happen -_- cause it's going to be like.. the most happening night this week -_- i've been sleeping pretty early cause of all the work and school and everything =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. tonight i will walk around after dark =) after i've completed some parts of my project =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2343896033969774969?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2343896033969774969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2343896033969774969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7828405044415949698</id><published>2009-06-02T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:16:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.. it's all cleared up. or at least, as cleared up as it's going to be. it sucks to just skip to the end sometimes, and most of the time it implies that you have no faith in it, that's why you'd rather just accept the fact that it's not going to happen and no start it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, it was a busy day today... and so was yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be a shit day =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this life. so little freedom. so little space to move. and so little leeway to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any budding psychologist wanna psychoanalyze me? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7828405044415949698?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7828405044415949698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7828405044415949698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-9151218800755406482</id><published>2009-05-31T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:57:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly thought of something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know why im thinking like that already hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's because this is not my brain. my brain took a vacation or somthing -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lame... -_- this new brain seems to not be working well =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile and everything will be alright =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in a long while.. something is moving around. stop moving -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-9151218800755406482?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/9151218800755406482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/9151218800755406482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-suddenly-thought-of-something-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-515602574967902770</id><published>2009-05-31T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:54:11.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... some self reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop smoking. but there's no motivation to stop. there are people that i would stop for, but then again. if i stopped after person asked then they would know it's person. fucking catch-22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. i want to stop smoking. i hate smelling like stale tobacco and i really hate that i hate it but im still doing it. but i dont see why i have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to study hard but i know i wont do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need in my life is some motivation. it's coming soon, the turning point where you either go up or down... im betting on down. lifes a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop scolding vulgarities. now i know what i want, just have to make it happen. lol, yea right -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to sleep now and leave everything else to later. screw this shit. i DO NOT want to turn into a depressing emo pussy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-515602574967902770?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/515602574967902770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/515602574967902770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2718176383335118488</id><published>2009-05-31T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:35:23.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah fuck luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart is still but the mind wonders -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it won't ever be. so let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no it doesn't refer to what you might think it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. only i will know =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2718176383335118488?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2718176383335118488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2718176383335118488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-fuck-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4523410540971105052</id><published>2009-05-30T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:28:57.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today... i had one of those moments... moments where suddenly you feel like there's a fucking huge spotlight kinda pinning you down. you stop moving and for awhile you feel something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that something i felt.. was nothing. makes sense? does to me... for 2 seconds i just stood there and fucking panicked. i felt as if there was something lost and not there. if you watch bleach you might understand better.. i felt that hole there. felt it replace the heart. for a moment, it was wonderful. the nothingness and emptiness. then suddenly my brain finally caught up with what i was feeling and i was scared. scared that i would hurt someone or do something. is this what the berserkers of old felt right before battle? all i know is it is fucking scary and not something i would like to experience again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. anyway! moving on to happier stuff! =D I FINALLY FOUND MICAH AND BLOOD NOIR! books luh and they are like REALLY hard to find! and now i have both =D and i finished one already.. im trying to savor it but it's not easy at all uh =/ the book just... flows through then it's over =/ boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went to botanical gardens to celebrate daya's birthday! well it's kinda belated i guess =p but it's okay luh =) AND even though it was hot and we became all sweaty and sticky, i kinda enjoyed myself =) like, really fun =) dunno leh, if you asked me 12 hours ago whether i could be happy and have fun somewhere without aircon or food or any of my creature comforts i would have shot you in the head -_- but then again! it was great to be able to go out as a group again =) even though it would be lying to say i would "cherish this memory forever" because i am damn sure i will forget it sooner then later -_-, i really had loads of smiles today =) and well.. real smiles are things that don't happen that often luh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets take it from the top, because one day when i forget i want to be able to relieve the day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ON TIME! i was! 2 minutes early in fact! but inez and jiayu were late luh =/ andre came later but had to go get tickets for his sister and cousin! anyway then we split up and went to buy all the stuff we need uh! and inez should let me carry stuff.. tsktsk.. but not like jiayu luh -_- jiayu is everything just throw at you =p anyway! we went to eat yogurt AND DO DAYA'S BDAE PRESENT! so it wasnt just for the yogurt okay! which was uh, sourish anyway... it's nice luh.. in small amounts =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we took an inordinate amount of time to do up the thing -_- because everyone was taking time to look through the photos =) i still think everyone looks more innocent when we were younger... boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. i wrote only 3 lines for daya =/ but neat handwriting is only for about that much =/ and i didnt know what to write without sounding stupid... so yea =) as long as she understands can already and i know they understand =) some hearts are harder to unlock then others... me? i lost the fucking key =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! then we met up with the BBG (belated birthday girl) and we were late =p but she not that angry luh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway by the time we were at the busstop right -_- me and andre each already let slip that 1. going to botanical gardens and 2. we wanted to try and get a blue rose for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! but then again we're MEN! so its not our fault we are naturally more open =D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i really didnt like the place luh... i mean, no aircon? wtf? i might as well just cut my throat -_- less painful that way... but it was WAY fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayu prepared sandwiches and chicken pieces wrapped with beancurd.. =/ well the chicken was still nice =) inez made her potato salad like the other time! but this time got tuna and i think its nicer then bacon luh =) and i dont want to forget the "*hit extra hard on the bottle* "uh.. i think now will have enough sauce already" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to shake some trees and then we CLIMBED BRANCHES TO TAKE PICTURE =D and it was horribly funny... horribly painful also =D laughed like mad.. haven laughed like a fucking (literally) hyena for so long uh =) forgot that i sound horrible when i laugh -_- it's like a cross between hiruma (eyeshield) and yea, a fucking (literally) hyena =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we played wonderful games! we would take pictures of each other and before pressing the shutter we would shout something that we had to act out =) i think we all did quite well with the exception of inez =p who kinda looked klutzy in every photo =p but it's a cute klutzy luh =) i thought jiayu as a lion was best, andre as a potato and daya as a horny chimp in the background =p HAHA =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JIAYU is going to help me do up facebook! so i can uh, see the photos! in some kinda album! and i'll learn how to use it yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home =) end of story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're going drinking and gonna watch a movie soon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next friday is going to FINALLY be the day for the GREAT and GLORIOUS and all things WONDERFUL BARBEFUCKINGQUE!  oh YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! beer and beer and beer and maybe some food =D hopefully everyone will turn up yea? so lh xy hj and mike! see you friday! and try and bring some more people k! more people more budget! maybe we can spring for MORE beer =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and inez said i was an alcoholic =/ i told her that people who drink without reason are the real alcoholics =D and i kinda like it =) so a toast to me! that i would never lose sight of purpose to drink and become a real alcoholic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok serious now for abit. i know what i need, what i need is for someone to forcefully open my heart. i also know that people who can, should not. and people who cant, well.. cannot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. so we'll see how it goes. and for once in my life. i cannot see where this is going =) but i know, sure as hell. that i am going to live as i wish. and uphold whatever stupid morals and principles i might believe in =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDDDDDDDDD right on cue, my random music lists plays some inspirational music that made me laugh cause it fit in so well with what i typed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can smile for family, i can smile for friends. i can even smile for you, that stranger on the street. but damn if i can't smile to myself. which begs the question, if you can't even smile for youself, how do you know the smiles for others are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA BITCHES.. you dont =) lol =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets end this post now with a original ANDRE PUN! the guy with shorter hair and balls that seem to have grown larger in ns =D he's a treeclimbing spider shooing man now =) awwww.. but his puns are still lousy =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see... he said "Seoul Garden is So Bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O thats horrible luh =) but i love it.. puns are great =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4523410540971105052?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4523410540971105052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4523410540971105052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6491520725527452603</id><published>2009-05-30T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:24:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a great day to just laze at home =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there are importaner things to do! like go botanical gardens o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk =/ we'll see what happens luh =p imma cold hearted sob -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday was a really fun day yay! and while i dont really look forward to choir camp.. well it MIGHT just be fun =D though now i think back uh... there's not so many yr 3s hanging around anymore -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.. no mood uh... dont want to moveeeeeeeeeeeee.. lazy =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to get chips and drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh what else... prepare to meet people =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok goddamn sucky post. later =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6491520725527452603?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6491520725527452603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6491520725527452603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-is-great-day-to-just-laze-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8862719002930020475</id><published>2009-05-29T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:09:18.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah fuck... my bike ran away -_- ok.. most likely she was stolen luh... but hell.. =/ BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have a new bike =) he's yellow and nice =D and im riding him o.O anyway the bike is a he cause he looks very.. man =) different from the last one luh.. which reminds me... she ran away. boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you see a red bike running around with exactly 19 cuts on her handlebar and seat you tell me okay? thanks uh! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tonight is riding about night! i haven seen people in like weeks! other then my parents and people i have to see luh =) as in i haven FELT like seeing anyone and tonight im going to see people! tomorrow im going to see people.. even if its abit wierd =/ AND sunday im going to SLEEP. monday see people and eat, tuesday wednesday projects and then friday escape theme park with my sister! and we're going to bring all her little friends too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm guess thats that =) and tests are over! dont wanna overexpect but i think can pass =) so no problem there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAH, i haven went for calculus at all yet =p shall go after hols! this is great! im actually kinda proud of it =p and i went for socio and the tutor is EVER so nice, seriously! i will attend ALL his tutorials from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaand im going to go ride john now =D YAY! hahaha.. i just love the sound of that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! heads up people! holidays approaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally random note, at the polyclinic today.. the doctor wanted to check my eye (got sore eyes, and it's REAL -_- what are the chances? -_-), anyway, she kinda tried to pull my eyelid by tugging on the upper eyelashes which WOULD have worked well if not for the FUCKING fact that she pulled ALLL my eyelashes up.. like wtf? isnt she... trained? -_- i bet i looked dumb luh.. imagine like the fishing hook stuck in the fish eye -_- just that im the bleeding fish... but she's nice and gave me mc and all =) so im still happy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8862719002930020475?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8862719002930020475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8862719002930020475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-1235531852159049230</id><published>2009-05-28T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:03:02.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not good at all =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont say things like this, it's never good for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move on please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway maybe i'm thinking too much again... then it would really be dumb... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's two more tests before we get to rest =) so i am going to study hard! not... lol.. soon luh =) maybe tomorrow or tonight =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gotta go mice now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i haven seen anyone for damn long uh! hope you're all still aliveish =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monter! hope your love life is going well k! if anything goes wrong just call me uh! then i'll come over anytime! so smile and just enjoy life k! and don't need to msg to find out if im dead =p if im dead you'll read about it in the papers =) anyway it's good that you're blogging more often! so i actually know whats going on in your life =p you stay happy k? study hard uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven seen xinyi huijing and lianghao in a long time because someone keeps being not free at different times =/ it's really getting harder to meet up huh... -_- next tentative date is next friday...  bah... xy said if anyone ps then she'll go alone if she has to! hah =p so everyone better make yourself free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i got hit by a car! and im alright luh, but this makes it the SECOND time i've got hit by a car going to school... it's like someone or something is saying.. "don't go to schoooool" right! and then i read harry potter (the one with dobby!) and it's the same thing in the book! so either i don't go to school and be safe at home or i could go tp and find this voldemort! duh i choose to stay at home -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the doctor was ever so nice! but she was abit... wierd -_- she wore gloves then started poking the wounds... like "pain? now pain?" then she would SMILE when i said yea -_- wierd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok go shower and go schooool.. if im late mayling will kill me because im holding all her notes -_- good luck to ME =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case it was really me you're were talking about... then to you =) take care alright.. and find a new guy =) one who can love you the way you need to be loved =) i'm really sorry =/ but it's been a long time and i guess it's time to move on.. you won't blame me right? mm.. be happy girl! it's about time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-1235531852159049230?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1235531852159049230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1235531852159049230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-good-at-all-dont-say-things-like.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6703861464957899424</id><published>2009-05-22T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:44:53.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well, son of a bitch =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycling while very very happy is a GREAT idea =D of course, very very happy refers to a slightly elevated state of not sobriety... aka HIGH ON ALCOHOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway people have been calling... please please try not to call me? my vocal cords are infected and it hurts to talk (at least thats going to be the official story, unoficially. im just too lazy to talk =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, so! do message me if you are looking for me okay? thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been hecticly wierd... im having dreams! and they're not nice dreams.&lt;br /&gt;my sister commented that i looked like i haven slept in forever =/ and i got BLACK eyes... but you cant see them if i wear specs so its fine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just wish to have a GREAT nights sleep but tomorrow got work so cant actually sleep =/ quite sian uh... but hell! after work i can look forward to sleeping the whole morning of sunday =D i haven slept in since dunno when and i REALLY cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im bored now and imma going to read other stuff. blogging is boring because i'd rather not type... too lazy ;) lazy bastard =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6703861464957899424?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6703861464957899424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6703861464957899424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-well-son-of-bitch-cycling-while.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7881489475633577663</id><published>2009-05-18T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:28:02.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel accomplished today =)</title><content type='html'>today! i went out to BUGIS! yea i know thats not such a big thing but hey! i moved myself k =) and went to bugis, that's kinda big for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have to do the laundry later, just wanna start blogging again because it's somewhere that i can type and my parents probably will never read. plus it's been so long that most people probably don't read this blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to use emoticons from now on because they're kinda redundant and useless. If i cannot use words to say what i am feeling, then i will definitely not resort to symbols to convey my emotions. Which is harder then it seems, my fingers automatically reach out for =) after every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i sang, today i cycled, today i worked and went to school! i kinda feel like i did most of the stuff i set out to do! and my resume is finally up! even though it's kinda late but still, at least it's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be work then amadeus, it's kind of my favorite day cause amadeus is really kinda fun and easy to pick up. probably won't even touch a computer tomorrow because i'll have to deal with loads of papers tomorrow at work. kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i've decided to continue using emotions -_- because it's just so hard to read what im typing when it's just loads of words! right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my dog is at my place =D probably until next week! though having a dog at home does spoil the sneaking-out-at-night thing a little -_- she'll bark at anything that moves luh... but when she sleeps it's really cute! i guess thats how it goes for parents as well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... feasibility study and charge ipod. then get ready for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8days this week is really huge! no idea how to read it on the mrt... really embarassing to be holding a bleeding A3 magazine yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND whoever is interested to cycle from tampines to east coast or (try to) play some tennis/ american football contact me k?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised the posting is very haphazard... well it's not a thesis or crap so i guess it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do are!&lt;br /&gt;drink with andre&lt;br /&gt;drink with xy, hj and lh&lt;br /&gt;drink&lt;br /&gt;more drinking&lt;br /&gt;indulge in more death causing activities&lt;br /&gt;projects&lt;br /&gt;sleep less&lt;br /&gt;eat healthier (yea right -_-)&lt;br /&gt;SUBMIT MY RESUME (WHICH I DID BUT I JUST WANT TO POST SO YOU ALL KNOW =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. guess thats that for now... i'll try harder tomorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7881489475633577663?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7881489475633577663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7881489475633577663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-accomplished-today.html' title='i feel accomplished today =)'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4505663945685747990</id><published>2009-03-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:41:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/ScEHhC-9uGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yZ_00l0wFwE/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/ScEHhC-9uGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yZ_00l0wFwE/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314537299591936098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/ScEHgza9bBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/t0vQ3g3QhKo/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/ScEHgza9bBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/t0vQ3g3QhKo/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314537295414389778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/ScEHgxvQC-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6JBMRnEiq9M/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/ScEHgxvQC-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6JBMRnEiq9M/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314537294962625506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that slow hump picture kinda made my day. which says something about this 'day' -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister got her mole removed o.O she said it was like an ant bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we bought tamagotchis =D mine died twice ;) im secretly proud of it. i killed it (dont tell my sister) because my sister wasnt happy about my choice of names, first baby was named fuck, she didnt like it, cause apparent version 4 tamagotchis could be friends and on her tamagotchi it said "ruby is friend with fuck" so i changed it to mofo. but she caught onto it after asking my brother. so we settled for DAMN =D so hey, my baby's called DAMN =) and it's going to die. because it's very noisy and gets hungry every three minutes, poops every two -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right =) i just wanted to blog. oysters and drinks on friday =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4505663945685747990?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4505663945685747990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4505663945685747990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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/_La8FRMzZb1k/SbkzIbBq_AI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Qt2eoH6EGkA/s72-c/as.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3283840678666987754</id><published>2009-03-01T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:57:41.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>t(-_-t)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3283840678666987754?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3283840678666987754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3283840678666987754'/><link rel='alternate' 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nuclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, before i forget, 1st, 4th and 16th sept =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks inez for lending us your house to mess up =p OH, and her house is like, the absolute comfiest place in the whole wide world.. i could just sleep the rest of my life there and never wake up =D and there's a shelf of drinks (ahem.. drinks drink) for when i DO wake =D so i can drink AND then go back to sleep =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. blogging naked is contagious. and i caught mine from lianghao. who's next o.O perhaps a certain ns man =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. need to save money -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5210254275766327712?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5210254275766327712'/><link 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wait for jiayu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was, forty minutes of waiting inez and another hour to wait for jiayu -_- BUT it was pretty worth it =p there was so much to laugh about know! but i wont say so much, later andre and daya get jealous =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... inez's reaction is best =p i love it k =) do it more to jiayu tomorrow =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. lets all be happy k =) smile dear friends =) cause jiayu loves you *sian face* =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2246334750137615973?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2246334750137615973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2246334750137615973'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/104cdcySpEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. is funny shit =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ali =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went shopping for mikecal's bday present =p lots of fun =D friends are really nice uh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. work was tiring and there's culi science tomorrow so gonna cut it short. type more tomorrow when im less lazy =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5430189393212265145?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5430189393212265145'/><link rel='self' 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they are damn losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother calmed me down. what a joke. my brother made me behave. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. going to bathe then sleep. tomorrow will be a crap day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT. they're gone so no point thinking about it =) it's over =p i can deal with this on a yearly basis =p thank goodness they dont drop by everyday -_- or i'll kill them okay -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. seriously =p many funny things happened! but this ONE thing stuck in my head. im going to try and type it out, it's not going to be easy and might fall flat as a joke. but HELL it was funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok =p so me, my bro and my sis were sitting in the kitchen and eating while the rest of them ate at the dining room outside (dont ask why)... when i looked out and noticed this boy (from hwa chong) digging his mouth with a bleeding chopstick (bleeding metaphorically). he had some SERIOUS excavation going on because he didnt take the chopstick out for as long as i was staring. then he noticed me staring and took it out of his mouth. i thought the show was over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked back to my bro and continued eating, then by CHANCE, i glanced over. that little fugger... twirled his chopstick around.. and stuck it in his DAMN NOSE. WTF? and starting DIGGING it... seriously. me and my bro were like O.O then we laughed like crazy =p i mean, wth? people NOTICE already.. so you stop digging your teeth and dig your nose instead o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was super gross ok. and i notice he lau the damn yu sheng with the same pair of chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt eat the yu sheng =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents have wierd friends who have wierd kids -_- i really hope i never ever turn out like them. because my mom says they are model kids that we have to emulate. damn. she wants me to dig my nose with a damn chopstick? o.O tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. bathe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i won at 21. basically i've been winning throughout new year. except to a certain lucky individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2874428132049479443?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2874428132049479443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2874428132049479443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/02/today.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3139814176582345601</id><published>2009-02-01T10:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:45:22.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i can say it, im happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously... its been hell lots of fun recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, start with uh, thursday night! i skipped choir (bite me -_-) and stayed at home. so mel and ali came over to visit =p we just sat downstairs and laughed for 2 hours -_- i think i laughed alot. because its really funny when people dont get the jokes you make =p ali got the jokes =p mel either didnt get it, or has a really "i-dont-get-it" face =D and all of us should take care and be happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday... went "prawning" with mel before rushing home cause my sister was so damn excited about tenting at east coast.. really quite... sian. -_- i wanted to sleep you know =/ and now im forced to spend my night out at some wilderness and get bitten by fragging mosquitoes and dig a trench to shit in.. nah =p we camped outside macdonalds o.O and it was FUN =) but i got robbed of MY CARDS o.O the nike cards i carry around? its GONE. boo. i'll tell you the story when i see you if you wanna know =D oh and we (me my bro and my sis uh) ate alot. alot. alot. and i slept damn well =p HAHA =D YAY for nature =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenthenthen, saturday kinda woke up late and took cab (what else -_-) home to faster shower and get the sand and everything off me. then went over to jiayu's place =p but right... i DIDNT have to rush -_- CAUSE KNOW WHAT. i was the earliest o.O now let's take a minute to experience that utter silence... yea =p i was FIRST to reach =D amazing right =p haha =) then anyway the auntie (jiayu) came down and said she needed to get some more stuff, so since the rest not there yet we went to shengshiong to buy stuff -_- all i'd say is, damn. i witnessed alot of auntie behaviour okay. LIKE A HELL LOT PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to shop n save cause auntie was looking for a specific brand of sweets =) and it was fun tearing down the supermarket to find FORKS -_- like how hard can it be please? then inez came =) and she went to look at her ladies stuff =/ and auntie went to look for her auntie stuff... i'm the basket holder only mah... tsk. &lt;--- was sacarsm. please read it as it is, dripping with venom. thanks =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back and found andre, actually i was abit like "crap" along with a *raised eyebrow* here, cause i realised that all of them dress QUITE nice.. and i dress like going my own house to visit O.O but aiyuh.. next time i'l wear smth more nice lo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we crossed the road and auntie taught all of us the correct way to cross with minimal waste of time -_- inez say must peel the damn plastic off the mandarin orange.. those plastic things were damn hard to peel okay =/ but inez peel very fast.. i took... awhile. yea. right next paragraph now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. WHEN WE WERE GOING IN RIGHT. andre just wished happy chinese new year luh.. so i thought fine, thats what im going to say too. then inez was like... "blah blah blah, chinese idioms and many luck to you"... next time. im not going to stand behind her =p there's a phrase for this kinda things, it's called "spoil market" =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised im writing in quite some detail, i hope hidayah reads uh =/ it was someone missing yesterday luh =) next time you come k =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we ate and all and jiayu's friends were spag-teck-ki-ular =D HAHAHHAA =p ok. i admit to being an asshole. and im sorry. kinda =p assholes dont feel sorry =p HAHA =) anyway we had great fun helping jiayu =p and andre was there =) he's like, woah =p hahahahha =) he's great luh! it was super fun laughing with him =) eh andre is really a super nice guy k =D until of course =p an OOB comes along =p OOB is Object Of Bitching =p HAHAHAHAHHAHA =p see now there's sentence with "andre" and "bitch" in it =p haha =p and im guilty too.. BOO.. but inez laughed too =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and inez was very fierce today... o.O if she ever talked like that to me, i would so listen to her ok. right. back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we gambled abit. and im not going to say much.. cause i lost alot. BOO =p im never going to gamble already luh, especially not with inez =p she really win alot can! until we played intellectual games =p HAHA =) then it was me and andre =D (just realised... then jiayu cannot win anything o.o) anyway =p i made the MISTAKE of asking inez to play more blackjack... the first round she... blackjack-ed... or banluck... super sian know? GIVE CHANCE RIGHT? anyway im going to sponser her from now on.. seriously uh, she damn lucky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know what is fake gentlemen, its WEI JUN ZI. but inez and jiayu dont let me say. i say here =p YAY =D all me random, but it's my blog. hah =p BITE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayu and her mom, both can cook. really. it was good =D i wont say it to her face, but i'll say it here. jiayu can cook. and so can her mom. and Yan can cook... o.O SO CAN YOU =p HAHHAHA. ok im a lametard. but hell =p if you got it, laugh with me k =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok luh, basically it was like that lo. then smashing cushions into each other's face. inez's blog said it was a pillow fight =p i prefer to say it was a pillow fight for me and jiayu, and a pillow assault for inez =p if you're reading this girl, remember uh? assult means =p get hit only =D HAHAHAHA =p cause inez sit between me and jiayu =p then she too nice to hit back =p so yea... we were being mean =p but we didnt hit too hard luh =p cause she looks too innocent already. feel very bad =p but jiayu diff story =p HAHAHAH =p and jiayu has good suanning skills ok. damn =) feel proud of her =p HAHA =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then we went home lo =) thank you for letting me walk you home and listening to all that crap =) and you should really change your phone plan =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT =) im DONE =) today is REN RI! supposed to LAO YU SHENG! got people coming over =p im going to test my luck against theirs =p later i tell you how it goes k =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got steamboat tonight also! quite excited uh =p i love steamboats =p lalala =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone have a good day k =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we talk about tomorrow =p monday! possible drinking session with lianghao, xinyi and huijing! =D and mike, xy's boyfriend =p yay! my brother will be joining us =p this is GOOD =D xinyi is a nice soul who had lunch with me in my otherwise lifeless day =D must let the world know she's nice =p hah =) if not they really cant tell otherwise =P and i miss lianghao. i need people around me that can make me feel less evil =p HAHA =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. reminder to self, dont play blackjack with inez. ever =p just play pillow assault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3139814176582345601?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3139814176582345601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3139814176582345601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-can-say-it-im-happy-d-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2669137189013015687</id><published>2009-01-27T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:14:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SX8oqln-44I/AAAAAAAAANs/3X9tRUsB_CY/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295996398930420610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SX8oqln-44I/AAAAAAAAANs/3X9tRUsB_CY/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tilt your head to see the photo k. im too lazy to flip it over, and for those wondering what happened to the links, continue to wonder -_- cause im wondering too. damn must have clicked something -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was a pretty boring day of sitting around and uh listening to my parents argue =/ tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the photo is a PINK taxi. how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/Documents/Bluetooth/inbox/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2669137189013015687?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2669137189013015687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2669137189013015687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/01/tilt-your-head-to-see-photo-k.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_La8FRMzZb1k/SX8oqln-44I/AAAAAAAAANs/3X9tRUsB_CY/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4981996659396123437</id><published>2009-01-26T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:43:56.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a reeaaaaallly boring day -_- and everyone has been telling me i must be really over the moon that i dont have to go tenting =/ but well... its kinda boring-er to stay at home luh -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today.. it's basically tv... cs... more tv... and then cs -_- im bored shitless =/ and then there'll be work again soon... and i don't know how im going to go back to work after this long break =/ its going to take a hell lot of time to get used to working again =/ sian uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. hope tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4981996659396123437?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4981996659396123437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4981996659396123437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-reeaaaaallly-boring-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3116432790516181352</id><published>2009-01-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:07:21.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh btw i had time, so i thought i'd add this in. andre took a shower in sp and it was amazing =) there =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3116432790516181352?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3116432790516181352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3116432790516181352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-btw-i-had-time-so-i-thought-id-add.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7351880699420664652</id><published>2009-01-25T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:06:50.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously.. i dunno if im ready to start blogging =/ cause it'll be really boring for ME and while it takes so long to blog.. people will read damn fast and WASTE all my blogging time. so DAMN you and read slowly please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i decided to blog because i'm really bored =/ my great respectable mother in her awesome god-like opinion said we have to go camping at east coast park during new year. screw that man =/ i'd rather stay at home and watch tv can -_- no angpow was bad enough... now we have to do this kinda famliy bonding activity (for which we wont get paid)? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so we (we as in family people excluding my parents and my cat) had a great time shopping for a tent =p cause obviously our parents not there so we shopped a little faster then usual =p anyway we got a quite big tent (that me and sf have decided not to sleep in cause, face it. you wanna sleep in a tent with you mom and dad?) and plenty of sweets =p we got macs TOO! and thats good =p cause we're charging it to our mom =p so we kinda upsized every single thing we could and got plenty of fries. we're going to claim from out parents and we're going to include labour cost and service charge =p HAHA =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went out with them (andre, inez, jy, daya) to celebrate andre's bdae.. he's 19.. and growing hornier every year. lol =p it was fun luh =) i think we all laughed damn alot... well we did laugh until damn painful -_- anyway happy birthday to yoU! and i stilll feel the way we sung that happy bdae song was bloody weak =/ we should have done it again and asked everyone to join in =D next year we'll do that k! and we'll go for a damn buffet -_- and make plans to each find at least one person we can bitch about =p HAHA =p we'll go WELL HUNTING! HAHAHAHHAHHAHHHAA =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright luh. im getting reallly bored =/ tomorrow is a dinner with my mom's friend's sister o.O complicated huh -_- anyway i wont know anyone there and im mighty glad my bro's going to be there =) we'll make stuff work man =p laugh at people or smth =) we're both hoping there might be alcohol =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. im going to end my post. end. hope you took your time reading it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7351880699420664652?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7351880699420664652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7351880699420664652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5612720882160253216</id><published>2008-12-03T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:10:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i sleep the more tired i am thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dont sleep, i feel more energetic. but feel weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah screw this luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is really shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. we should just all go kill ourselves because life is not worth living.&lt;br /&gt;to all the happy people out there? move away from me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. have to go hang clothes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5612720882160253216?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5612720882160253216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5612720882160253216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-more-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7656047510864994656</id><published>2008-11-22T05:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:13:07.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepless nights &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night blading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early convos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muscle relaxants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kok's bdae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. night tele sucks -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7656047510864994656?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7656047510864994656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7656047510864994656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepless-nights-night.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6530879946763833022</id><published>2008-11-20T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:20:58.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's life alone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's strangely okay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its walking around naked at home =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eating when i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's eating WHATEVER i want =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's being able to take 5 showers a day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's being able to blade when i want =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's being able  to sing as loud as i want =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's being alone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, time alone to think and stuff =) i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu. adaw. tc princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6530879946763833022?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6530879946763833022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6530879946763833022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-life-alone-and-its-strangely-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6782940031415883545</id><published>2008-11-13T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:57:02.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway =) im sc, my life will be short. i break rules. dont really hold grudges. i love. i laugh. i dont regret =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY I MEET ALL THE CRITERIA! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6782940031415883545?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6782940031415883545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6782940031415883545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-short-break-rules-forgive.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2262494965830269154</id><published>2008-11-13T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:15:54.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jiayu is becoming nice! more on tonight's news, snow is reportedly falling in Singapore. Pigs are spotted flying AND sc was spotted going to school =p lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, wow! i made jiayu angry. and she just said NEVERMIND and forgived m o.O&lt;br /&gt;thats.. new. haha =) cant say i dont like it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little things like this make my day know. not my whole day of course =p jiayu not worth so much =p JOKING! yah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today saw a tattooed man, staring at an old lady. then say gruffly, gei ni zhuo. then stand up. he is SO nice ok. people like HIM deserve second chances =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believe, i believe that if i wish hard enough. i will have super powers one day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked for 13 hours today =) to ensure that i make it to culi on time tomorrow. i shall not sleep and instead chiong nicenice music that is SURE to keep me awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and frens are great =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popsicles are greater! i dont think flavored water makes you fat right? =p dont care even if it does =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian uh. im getting blades! and im going to blade through esplanade and changi airport at least once. before i get banned from those places luh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh... my parents brother sister going thailand for one week. i of course, stay in singapore to attend school =p my fave luh. they go overseas they happy, i freedom in singapore i happy =D and i get them to get stuff for me i happier =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian uh. school tomorrow. actually later =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right! tomorrow. cut cut chop chop then sing. steady =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damien. vampire and something more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mortred. assassin of the darkest order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin Satanspawn. son of satan and servant of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2262494965830269154?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2262494965830269154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2262494965830269154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/jiayu-is-becoming-nice-more-on-tonights.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6751974380188635983</id><published>2008-11-10T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:03:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xiaxue is interesting in a wierdly sort of way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she has a hot bf. haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. ignore last sentence. mm. MAIN thing is, she said, ITS MY BLOG AND I BLOG WHAT I WANT.. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. im going to blog what i want =) feels happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a good day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know. life is kinda like a very blank space now. in between my life i'm trying to put in stuff to fill it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided on two things that will help me fill up my life, number one, being nice. and number two, being happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw a very gangster looking guy stand up and let old lady sit. made me happy =) see? and i read an article in readers digest, about a guy, who saved a total stranger from being crushed by a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff like this makes me happy. because it makes me believe that somewhere in this world there are still nice selfless people instead of all the assholes that live in their own fucked up world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being vulgar makes me feel good =) see? so i'm happy. and not so nice, but hey, its a trade off =p i'll try to limit in front of people like reuben =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i shall stop being scared to speak up when i see stuff that upsets me. if you fuck up and stand on the right side of the escalator. i shall throw your bloody face by commenting loudly on the retarded *insert gender* in *insert colour of clothing* with the *unpleasant physical insult*, even if im alone. i'll just talk to myself. HAH. screw OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being a coward. but i understand how to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be as nice as i can. and as happy as i want =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a great way to live. even though it's.. bad. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kakashi. i miss you. i wish you didnt die. and monsters shouldnt laugh. he was IMPORTANT to me =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone studied in my school, wear my uniform somemore uh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today work.. abit stress. the foreman was shouting at his staff. tsktsk. lucky none of my business -_- but STILL. i was sitting IN BETWEEN him and his staff -_- LUCKY RIGHT? nb. i just put my head low low then faster work. sekali all the arrow fly here fly there then i kena -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanto go skating again. ice skating. boo. miss hong kong luh. sian =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe going to get a pair of skates soon lo. see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6751974380188635983?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6751974380188635983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6751974380188635983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/xiaxue-is-interesting-in-wierdly-sort.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2701744053863580751</id><published>2008-11-09T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:07:42.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kakashi is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKtVA9R-I/AAAAAAAAANE/erxn9i4GDlo/s1600-h/kakashiiruka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKtVA9R-I/AAAAAAAAANE/erxn9i4GDlo/s400/kakashiiruka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266690063084636130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKtG4DFoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/C-sZERdo0zc/s1600-h/kakashi_hatake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKtG4DFoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/C-sZERdo0zc/s400/kakashi_hatake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266690059289171586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKnQbccII/AAAAAAAAAM0/s5XN3_xehYc/s1600-h/Kakashi+Hatake+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKnQbccII/AAAAAAAAAM0/s5XN3_xehYc/s400/Kakashi+Hatake+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266689958774337666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKnGoocbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JQ98r2Dm04A/s1600-h/Kakashi+and+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKnGoocbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JQ98r2Dm04A/s400/Kakashi+and+friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266689956145295794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKm3dgxhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Tm6JVD8mYGE/s1600-h/kakashi02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKm3dgxhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Tm6JVD8mYGE/s400/kakashi02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266689952072123922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKm-WP11I/AAAAAAAAAMc/_wVFpaqu2Nc/s1600-h/kakashi01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKm-WP11I/AAAAAAAAAMc/_wVFpaqu2Nc/s400/kakashi01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266689953920702290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKmt66YAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/M7c3Fq8A934/s1600-h/kakashi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKmt66YAI/AAAAAAAAAMU/M7c3Fq8A934/s400/kakashi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266689949511081986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2701744053863580751?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2701744053863580751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2701744053863580751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/kakashi-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRcKtVA9R-I/AAAAAAAAANE/erxn9i4GDlo/s72-c/kakashiiruka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5383958047891421818</id><published>2008-11-09T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:12:36.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh... im lying on my bed. feeling wonderfully tired =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got accounting uh. dreadful -_- must do tutorial now. cause tomorrow sure swamped by work. then no time to settle accounting. sian uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea! got ragged by people who say why i never blog and stuff. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went blading with my sibs! for three hours k. unlike some people hor =p fifteen minutes only uh? up and down the street only uh? well we went the whole of east coast. HAH =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had sushi with our parents! budden really sleepy uh.. so didnt eat alot -_- slept in the car on the way back uh.. super tired -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually lianghao and xinyi came over some days back. i still got many unglam photos of them, but i very nice so i never put know =) haha =p soooon =) haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH! that day at vivo waiting for mel and someone. then saw two china boys.. playing chapteh know... very wierd right? like wtf ok. then i dunno if i told mel not. the boy say his reaction speed very the best. then he was telling his friend how he stopped a ball when it was like 0.5 meters from his face and all. then i eating skittle know? so i threw one at him.. i swear, from the way he was telling his story, i fully expected him to whirl around, catch it with his teeth and smile while doing it. but no luh. cause he's a bloody retard. so the skittle hit his hair, which wasnt much because he love Singapore so much he cut ns hair already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheh.. loser. so i told him, so much for his wonderful reaction speed uh. and then they went off quickly =/ then i felt really bad =/ because i shouldnt have done something so mean. if i hadnt said all that i said, they might have stayed awhile more and i could have laughed longer know? =p i could have threw that skittle only when mel came or when they were leaving anyway. dunno luh =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw unkempt boy say to another unkempt boy, "eh lets go practice our tennis". then sc goes "wuh. cannot judge book by cover next time" in his mind. and then the unkempt-er boy says "yuh. table tennis must practice". sc says "nb." out loud and gets dirty stares from parents who do not want their kids to know that nb is a bad word so they immediately take preventive measures by loudly exhorting the SIN of saying nb. How did they do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" aye boyboy, papa tell you, you see that fat korkor say NB. you cannot learn know? NB is a bad word. Dont say NB. cause very rude. NB.... this that... NB.... so hor... NB..." is it any wonder why the kids, after hearing all that, LEARN the BLOODY word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so nb to all you pompous parents who are dumb. OH and screw all you retarded cyclists who think its okay to ring your bloody tingting bell at small girls who cant blade properly. screw you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today this old man came by behind us on his bike and tingtinged us. his tingting very small ( someone will think this sounds wrong. and she should just die and go away) and we didnt hear. so he said "yo yo!" and stunned teenagers that we were. we let him overtake uh. then my brother woke from his stupor and shouted yoyo back at him. which got me shouting. which got many people shouting o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise my blog doesnt follow a logical flow or pattern. doesnt matter luh huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. morning, went to this place to eat know? then there is this place, where if you talk or clap, got echo! so excited and dedicated choir member that i am. started singing think of me. haha =p it was... interesting =) this korean family of 9 stood there. looking at me sing ( i thought i was alone. i was facing the corridor know? make sure no one comes along. then they were behind me). i saw tears in their eyes. probably because they were silently laughing so hard. bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun. i loved the acoustics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok finish posting already. tomorrow gotta wake early. and settle 4 days worth of work in 4 hours. then school. then project meeting. omg... can die ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES. got five. cause one time can only put five and im really that lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9HWKtq1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/hX6gO6MtyKU/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9HWKtq1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/hX6gO6MtyKU/s320/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675116907801426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother was really tired uh =/ and he has o levels tomorrow =/ we eat then he slept -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9HH0KE7I/AAAAAAAAAME/2zHdttEBe5c/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9HH0KE7I/AAAAAAAAAME/2zHdttEBe5c/s320/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675113055097778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno how i take this also. anyway, people who have eaten with me before will realise the plates very little. cause we all sleepy shits already luh -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9GkTQ-XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_vlWgtcT0T4/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9GkTQ-XI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_vlWgtcT0T4/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675103521896818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, my bestest friend =) =D pei me everywhere =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9GiJu7bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Zlmal405kG4/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9GiJu7bI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Zlmal405kG4/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675102945045938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chapteh BOYS, look carefully, can see the chapteh. its orange! the fatter boy is the "fast reaction but still kena skittle" one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9GMETveI/AAAAAAAAALs/8epsgnH6VJk/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9GMETveI/AAAAAAAAALs/8epsgnH6VJk/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675097016712674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, you =) cheer up! i ate two of this today =) and wanted to dapao for you, but it wont keep luh. so i just eat for you loh. you smile k =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5383958047891421818?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5383958047891421818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5383958047891421818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_La8FRMzZb1k/SRb9HWKtq1I/AAAAAAAAAMM/hX6gO6MtyKU/s72-c/Image028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4066227246638078154</id><published>2008-11-08T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:01:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc is really lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4066227246638078154?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4066227246638078154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4066227246638078154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-went-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5980672033083567689</id><published>2008-11-03T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:56:15.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sc. i like unicorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone likes vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of blogpost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5980672033083567689?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5980672033083567689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5980672033083567689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-sc.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-1334544451193684532</id><published>2008-10-30T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:53:01.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=assey"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=assey&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;what can i say =) if the shoe fits =p hahahha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got my comp back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry to people who've been trying to contact me! i use a prepaid card and the credits kinda ran out =/ so gotta wait till next month before im contactable again! in the meantime, call my house luh! or drop me an email or smth =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a job! starting next monday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea! and drinking on 1st!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-1334544451193684532?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1334544451193684532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1334544451193684532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-1619764067059160944</id><published>2008-10-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:13:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just sent my laptop for repairs today. now blogging with my psp. it's really hard -_- so i won't be online these few days =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-1619764067059160944?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1619764067059160944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1619764067059160944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-sent-my-laptop-for-repairs-today.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4797239622382837439</id><published>2008-10-19T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:44:06.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. what shall i blog about now =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im listening to songs =D cause i still want to sing =/ still wanto sing more and more and more =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir went singing today =) all thanks to shihui for organising =) got to see henry and ian.. and jorden, jac, rachel, alex and me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alex came for awhile only =/ rachel had to leave early too =/ and jac didnt join us for dinner =/ STILL, everyone sang well =D which proves that choir people can sing okay =p YAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great luh! there was this smoke thing that turned the room into a temple kinda place -_- and it was FUN luh.. many things happened but just ask me if you wanna know =D im too lazy to type =/ got the "tomorrow got school" feeling even though im not going tomorrow =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH! and just finished a job with lianghao and xinyi =) at bukit chandu! it was really fun =D bestest day was last day when i took same bus as lianghao, we laughed damn alot can.. tsktks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the kids are so fun! and i broke the door at the bukit chandu theatre =/ i broke it once and then it cannot open.. then i opened it, and broke it a second time so it cannot close -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats that! =) smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma going to sing more... boo =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4797239622382837439?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4797239622382837439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4797239622382837439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2134769601874756615</id><published>2008-10-18T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:41:04.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to post a long one soon =) can feel it in me! yay! OKAY we are ready =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2134769601874756615?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2134769601874756615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2134769601874756615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-post-long-one-soon-can-feel-it.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-1215227879555328286</id><published>2008-10-14T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:29:32.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got stories. lazy to type. wanna know ask me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know they say its darkest before the dawn? it's not even the darkest yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now go away all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-1215227879555328286?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1215227879555328286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/1215227879555328286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5026117236898723070</id><published>2008-10-12T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:15:48.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found.... 94 naruto soundtracks. im gonna listen to them all =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. eski bar&lt;br /&gt;2. drinking session&lt;br /&gt;3. movie!&lt;br /&gt;4. work&lt;br /&gt;5. prepare for school? shopping =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo =) one soundtrack is 3 mins... so 94 would be.. 282 mins... which is roughly 4 hrs and 42 mins... wow... i finished one now! yay! next track =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5026117236898723070?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5026117236898723070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5026117236898723070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5643642372664500736</id><published>2008-10-10T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:05:41.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cPRw4dJI/AAAAAAAAALM/uV95P7BIet8/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520707700880530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cPRw4dJI/AAAAAAAAALM/uV95P7BIet8/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT. I GOT A JOB! =) and thats for ali.. who doesnt believe that people queue to go into the library =) THEY DO! haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets talk about my job =) its a fun job! and it's all thanks to &lt;s&gt;auntie&lt;/s&gt; joey =) yay! but the place is fragging far luh =/ its all the way on the other side of the island, next to my old workplace =) at redhill! ok uh, the people there also quite nice =) and i start work next monday, wed, thur and fri =) quite wierd uh, working only the last week =/ but YAH =) haha at least im working at all =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sidetrack, im going to post everyday, EVEN if im so tired im going to sleep im going to post gibberish =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven say the job do what right? its like a tour facilitator so we basically facilitate tours for young small kids =) and if they dont listen i'll just.. i dunno =/ i wonder if we can punish them =p *cue evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cP6z4IaI/AAAAAAAAALU/djNwUp46aGM/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520718719295906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cP6z4IaI/AAAAAAAAALU/djNwUp46aGM/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY after getting the JOB =) MY JOB! yea =) we went to slack at macs and try to settle the registration things uh.. it was at thiong baruh plaza.. some really really really far place from tampines =) and it was... boring. there is absolutely NOTHING to shop there =/ and the arcade was full of wierd old men playing those machine thingys =/ so yea. went down to town and started walking around, didnt really feel like walking much at first cause last night puked alot =/ dunno why also so dont bother asking, anyway im feeling way better.THEN anyway, we walked and walked and hey! marina square got many things to see =) yay! shopping is fun! apparently ql and god also there eating pizza =/ but i didnt see them luh, they saw me though =) so then cause lh had craving, we went to eat sushi =) and then i got drunk on sushi! yay! and utterly threw all our faces =D a successful sakae outing indeed! see the above picture uh, they so sian, so down, but i shiok only uh =p i sit alone =p then can streeeeeetch out =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cQLKxmNI/AAAAAAAAALc/21iBxQ-Wwf0/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520723110303954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cQLKxmNI/AAAAAAAAALc/21iBxQ-Wwf0/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah like that =p it was super comfy okay! i can lie down (okay luh, but restricted, cause someone had to go wear a fragging skirt, so kinda just streeeeeetched) and it was very super nice to sit on =) and we ate alot uh =) but lianghao said i ate less then usual =) so im quite HAPPY! cause i was very full uh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with then bill went to joey's workplace area there. walked past eski bar. we are going to go there. i dont care. it is so interesting =) yay! we shall all go out soon again! anyway joey and mikecal had to go work uh so me and lianghao walked all over town looking for a straight bus to take us home =) we found 518! and then on the bus... haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cQHxXCxI/AAAAAAAAALk/WnTMah932tE/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255520722198399762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cQHxXCxI/AAAAAAAAALk/WnTMah932tE/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think he knew i took this uh =p but haha =) someone really tired uh =p haha =) i was sleeping also uh =/ it was very nice to sleep =p but the driver was an absolute terror.. his braking skills the best -_- kept getting almost thrown out of my seat.. you know luh.. the thing called momentum =p heavier an object.. harder to stop =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.. as a SUBFOOTER. cause its so not important. before we met mikecal we went minds cafe and uh joey trashed us all in scrabble. my head was so in pain can? -_- then we did jenga, which was so much better on my poor brains... and im craving for mcnuggets. aiyuh. sian =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok finish. happy reading uh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5643642372664500736?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5643642372664500736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5643642372664500736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_La8FRMzZb1k/SO9cPRw4dJI/AAAAAAAAALM/uV95P7BIet8/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3769189302859278446</id><published>2008-10-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:47:07.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not good enough to just survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3769189302859278446?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3769189302859278446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3769189302859278446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-good-enough-to-just-survive.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6283744174961960761</id><published>2008-10-05T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:18:41.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SOh3wzFPzRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/M6PtJ6YRvQk/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253580645557325074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SOh3wzFPzRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/M6PtJ6YRvQk/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a frigging boring day! there is NOTHING to do at all -_- except stack chairs for fun lo... and i cut my hair! the auntie who cut it... well =/ say i have to compensate her scissors cause got so much hair to cut -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SOh3wyku9sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Z5EYemZR9wE/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253580645420955330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SOh3wyku9sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Z5EYemZR9wE/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SOh3w1HQnXI/AAAAAAAAALE/f4Jz8sfdEW8/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253580646102637938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_La8FRMzZb1k/SOh3w1HQnXI/AAAAAAAAALE/f4Jz8sfdEW8/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why im fat, is because i have a sister who prepares breakfast -_- i just wanted BREAD and something in between. that above, is a bread-ham-bread-ham-bread-cheese-bread combo, COUNT it, got four slices of bread. oh and before you ask, it was PICNIC ham and BREAKFAST ham. one is circle one is square =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad confiscated my coke. boo. it was three fifty ok. then he took it away. so now im suffering from withdrawal symptoms... i want my coke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6283744174961960761?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6283744174961960761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6283744174961960761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-frigging-boring-day-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_La8FRMzZb1k/SOh3wzFPzRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/M6PtJ6YRvQk/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-975835117525223932</id><published>2008-10-04T15:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:02:53.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fleetofworlds.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/claire_danes300a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fleetofworlds.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/claire_danes300a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stardust ftw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Danes! yay to her! though somehow she only looks pretty in stardust uh =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nehmind.. i think she's very pretty =) i think her personality is even prettier =) well at least in the show luh =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-975835117525223932?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/975835117525223932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/975835117525223932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/stardust-ftw-and.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5836131317030797661</id><published>2008-10-04T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:58:29.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jo hl gary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop swimming.. stop playing soccer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come go out with sc uh =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5836131317030797661?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5836131317030797661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5836131317030797661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/jo-hl-gary-boo-stop-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3992797250685058299</id><published>2008-10-04T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:35:48.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我感激你对我这样的坦白&lt;br /&gt;但我给你的爱暂时收不回来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more chinese =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a fun day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! woken up by SOMEONE uh.. dunno who. the one who keep losing at cards =p tsktsk. then went to meet uh, mel shihui rachel weimin for sushi! aww so sad, too bad jiayu dont have my number HOR =p i didnt know you wanto eat luh =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we ate alot =) yay! then went to meet caiyu with the rest and they spent like 1 bloody hour in a SMALL body shop -_- girls luh.. tsktsk. so we tested like every bloody product =/ then went to uh, draw money.. omg im so poor now. i NEED a frigging job can =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH! and caiyu has realllllly time concious mom o.O her mom say 725 reach, then really 725 call her say reach already o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met some monster to look for some present =) shihui went home then, loooong journey home to amk.. tsk =/ must be boring uh =/ then walked until leg also jelly. lost a bet. fragging jigsaw PUZZLE world. nbnb... then dinner.. eh dont need pay me back cause i lost the FRAGGING bet... tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cards and MORE cards until the auntie tell us to shoo off O.o moved ass to simpang and more cards -_- met friends from sac who YAY remember me from prague! like FINALLY someone remembers =) and more cards with them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then home uh? drink red bull and dont neeeeeed sleeeeeep. im cool. im high. YAY! today was really.. messy. so many feelings. mix here mix there. uh just play and be happy uh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lianghao xinyi huijing, i write your name out hor, no short form, lets GO OUT.. come ON. PLAN for us luh auntie =/ i want to do something that HOPEFULLY doesnt involve MONEY. look, lets go movie marathon luh! we start morning, so by night can all go home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayu hidayah andre inez.. come on luh.. go OUT -_- PLAN ALSO... and jiayu, if we go out, ali wants to see you. she says she misses you alot, though i have no idea why anyone would wanna miss you =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright =) life's good =) but still fat. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) i never learned to say goodbye properly. never learned to end convos or blogposts properly also =) so uh. bye =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3992797250685058299?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3992797250685058299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3992797250685058299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-chinese-today-has-been-fun-day-d.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3924938415356161185</id><published>2008-10-03T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:07:42.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>安靜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么还要我用微笑来带过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its chinese =) awww poor ali, poor lh =( cannot read right =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3924938415356161185?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3924938415356161185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3924938415356161185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-its-chinese-awww-poor-ali-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5843296254241571668</id><published>2008-10-02T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:45:24.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever found yourself in a dark place? so dark you can barely see? your heart speeds up, you start sweating, feel the adrenaline coursing through you... start imagining there is someone behind you and start whirling around. Then suddenly, you calm down. You make your way to the nearest light source or turn of the lights. How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something built into us, to panic when we encounter things we cannot solve or fail to understand, sometimes it saves us. Sometimes it means the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so dark now, and I got over the panic stage fine. Now i realise i kind of like it this way, dark is better. Because I'm scared of what I'll see when the lights come on. It's been really long since I've felt this way. Maybe some things are better left untouched and un-thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it'd been a depressing morning =/ hate waking up feeling depressed, takes forever to get rid of it -_- there's choir today, ah, i like to sing =) are there any acapella groups around looking for singers? =/ i really need to start singing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda really dreading next semester now. gwad... sentosa is damn far can =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA. today is THE day i settle something that i should have really settled long ago. get it out of my system uh? just thinking about it makes me very on edge. guess it's the highly strung sc today. dont piss me off =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise... i do know the solution to all my problems already.. it is obviously sushi. i so need to eat some sushi.. oh why was i not born in japan =/ where its sushi galore everyday! though i suppose if i WAS born in japan.. then i'd end up craving pizza or something like that =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! i am happy ya know! i have like, THREE packets of pasta =) yay! its like the ultimate comfort food at night =) when you're feeling allllllllll alone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holiday i've barely done anything o.O i would really like to start doing stuff =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i made a list =) just like this monster i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. yah, the thing i wanted to do =) but paiseh to say out in case fail =p&lt;br /&gt;2. take my frigging driving license&lt;br /&gt;3. get my frigging lifeguard license&lt;br /&gt;4. meet up with lh xy hj&lt;br /&gt;5. meet up with hl jo gary&lt;br /&gt;6. IF possible, cause it's been so damn long, wanna see jy, daya, inez and andre =/&lt;br /&gt;7. eat sushi&lt;br /&gt;8. find a nice outside choir to join, that is not too intense but still intense, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how many i'd actually accomplish -_- but hey =) goals are EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my family went to eat steamboat! OH! and ali coined a new term! fam time! for family time! anyway it was reallllly fun cause well, there was FOOD, and my mom's english was funny =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said. "aiyoh.. today not monday, why you got monday flu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which made me and me brother go O.O in her face.. then burst out laughing.. tsktsk =p if you dont get it. read the thing out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND the waitress there all very short o.O and i sorta wondered if it might be because they will then be able to look the guest face-to-face =p they were THAT short... o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i had craving for ice kachang.. turns out they HAVE it.. so i ordered. it came and it was fragging ICE with ICECREAM with SYRUP with KIDNEY DAMN BEANS... what kind of shitty ice kachang is that? HELLLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i sound bitchy now =/ lianghao will have something to say.. tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel all... uptight today, very tense uh. something going to happen? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well =) i guess i have nothing left to blog about! oh... tomorrow is friday.. wonder if im going out =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVEN CALL TC! DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go call later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5843296254241571668?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5843296254241571668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5843296254241571668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-you-ever-found-yourself-in-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6155035458175677617</id><published>2008-10-01T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:39:32.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe, friends are not that trustworthy. some are. but how many do you let through to your inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions are vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion. life is one blank face, behind which lies a talented actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6155035458175677617?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6155035458175677617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6155035458175677617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-friends-are-not-that-trustworthy.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-9223047579495283434</id><published>2008-10-01T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:28:42.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darkness wins light in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all fuckshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break, from humans, not from monsters though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-9223047579495283434?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/9223047579495283434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/9223047579495283434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/10/darkness-wins-light-in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8275480040935982873</id><published>2008-09-29T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:46:14.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) dinner was fun cards was fun sneaking into condo was fun in short being with dumb people who are lazy was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. im lazy too, post more tomorrow after me stupor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8275480040935982873?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8275480040935982873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8275480040935982873'/><link 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IM GOING TO KILL YOU ALL FREAKING MOSQUITOS. GET  THE HELL BACK TO WHEREVER YOU CAME FROM. OMG. I CANT EVEN TYPE PROPERLY CAUSE I GOTTA KEEP SCRATCHING THOSE FRIGGING ICE CREAM BITES.. SHIT THIS CRAP AHHH IM TIRED AND WANT TO SLEEP BUT CANT SLEEP CAUSE ITCHY AND HUNGRY AND FAT AND OMG FAT AND FAT AND STILL FAT OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.. night =) finished ranting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2419482747621044455?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2419482747621044455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2419482747621044455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/eh-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2418955557374062159</id><published>2008-09-28T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:16:50.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;! choir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; was fun! though the feeling was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt;? the vibe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; wrong. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. maybe cause no music? yea probably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! before that, gotta blog about eating with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;drrrrrrinking&lt;/span&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt; YEA! so we ate together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt; then kinda went over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xy's&lt;/span&gt; place to watch her work =) then we met mike-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;, or however you spell it =p and well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;xy&lt;/span&gt; is a bloody slacker is all i can say =p she like never work one UH, always got time to chat, then mike-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt; down there running around =/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tsktsk&lt;/span&gt; =p funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt; =) we saw girl punch boy until nosebleed, saw many of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lh's&lt;/span&gt; friends =p had fun ribbing each other, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lh&lt;/span&gt; ran away when i started singing out loud o.O i am SURE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in tune.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tsktsk&lt;/span&gt;.. we also saw couple tiffs and gang fights between many shadows o.O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt; and BIG BIG ENORMOUS CRABS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! and drank uh whisky for me vodka for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lh&lt;/span&gt; and some mint shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mohito&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;xy&lt;/span&gt;, which she thinks is the sex.. which we think is the sex.. between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;charles&lt;/span&gt; and sow wee -_- maybe it'd taste better without the mint leaves =p YEA! and then beer all around with mike-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;! and supper and many laughs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;suaning&lt;/span&gt; =p too bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; make it =/ BOO.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lh&lt;/span&gt; missed you lots =p he say i boring =p well i DID fall asleep listening to the jazz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tingtong&lt;/span&gt; band -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt;. and today is choir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt;, well yesterday actually =p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; =) and we had loads of food o.O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; house is GREAT and he was a wonderful host =) hope we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; dirty up his place too much =/ boo =) anyway! thanks to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; wonderful friend uh, who help me peel prawn take food pour drinks and let me win when i sad watch movie with me sacrifice pillow talk laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;suan&lt;/span&gt; play cards sleep and being so nice even when you're sad =) and not laughing at me for spoiling your mood =p or being nice enough to try and spoil my mood =p "eh.. he tearing off his shirt uh.. o.O" totally =p thanks friend =) thanks many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; many. but you still the monster =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, to the people who left early, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;WAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;, you practically missed the FUNNEST part of the thing man! like HELLO? you know the cleaning was fun =p everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;hilairous&lt;/span&gt; =) we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; sister.. called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;. YEA, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;! cool right! her real name is like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;phe&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;? but i just call her triangle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt; =) easier =p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; =) she's cool, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; talk much uh, think we scared her.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;tsktsk&lt;/span&gt;. must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;tsktsk&lt;/span&gt;. AND got drinks and all and many many fun =) watch movies in groups -_- like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt; got three movies playing, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;jap&lt;/span&gt; movie, saw 4 and a walk to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we SLEPT! it was funny =p and awwwww, someone got violated uh =p haha =p oh now i love the fact that i dont have a tagboard! i wanto get it back actually but too lazy too =p and its more fun cause you CANT TAG, you know who you are dummy =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we woke... we basically slept some more until we went home =p haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok cool. now im home and going to slack. then call the TC, shortform means, you know then you know, you dunno then you dunno =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. boo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile uh =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2418955557374062159?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2418955557374062159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2418955557374062159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhh-choir-bbq-was-fun-though-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8553922874268913335</id><published>2008-09-25T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:20:09.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to dent stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8553922874268913335?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8553922874268913335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8553922874268913335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-dent-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3477150344783892343</id><published>2008-09-23T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:50:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my comp still conks out on me all the time, hate this =) im smiling cause my parents will PROBABLY pay for a new hard drive =p since my sister was the one who probably damaged it =p  keke =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand! my brother has been caught in some badminton fever.. so finally got someone who wants to play badminton =p we're thinking of getting some good racquets soon =/ which is going to cost.. sian =/ might as well spend on sushi right =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi! gotta meet people to eat sooooon. like WAY soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks friend =p for playing cards with me for 2 plus hours straight =) deeeestress right? and you did cheer me up luh, but i know you didnt do anything on purpose, you naturally like that retarded one right =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and initial d is a great manga, though somehow, the artist draws everyone so they look almost the same -_- but i figured out a great way to tell  =p their hair all different =p yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want school to start =/ dont want to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad said he was going to get a bike, like if thats the case, then the whole family can use it, way cool =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from a friend, "imo, PCJ-600 ftw" and i agreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. and you all dunno what i say, haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lh hj xy very long never meet le.. i know why... because usually xy is the one who plans the meetings, BUT now she OTHERWISE ENGAGED right =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new number! if you have it you have it, if you dont. well... then obviously there's a reason you dont =p get it from me if you see me uh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's choir tonight! i realised i like to sing =/ i dont mind singing sleepy songs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of luck to everyone taking Os uh.. including my brother i guess =p and CHRISTEN... i dunno how to spell luh... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday sonia =) in case sonia doesnt read.. ALI you read already tell her happy birthday =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3477150344783892343?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3477150344783892343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3477150344783892343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-comp-still-conks-out-on-me-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-71399791581172469</id><published>2008-09-21T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:05:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i THINK im back online! i hope =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had SUSHI! with my parents! who were making alot of noises as usual. but me and sf had fun... and arguements. and fun. yah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. i never run for 2 times that i said i will already, im glad i dont have a tag board anymore =) no one can COMMENT. so i will not feel bad not running. wah shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. dont stress my comp. think stick to msn for now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-71399791581172469?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/71399791581172469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/71399791581172469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7122348575519809462</id><published>2008-09-20T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:21:47.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my comp has been down, like super down =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to reformat everything -_- YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today will be spent reloading everything on... enjoyable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7122348575519809462?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7122348575519809462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7122348575519809462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-comp-has-been-down-like-super-down.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-869250187503928658</id><published>2008-09-13T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:59:58.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to hell =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-869250187503928658?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/869250187503928658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/869250187503928658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-bears-all-things-belives-all.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-6500648575471432678</id><published>2008-09-11T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:24:51.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogblogblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new post =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep in the other room cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my sister has to sleep ON the blanket. wtf is a blanket for if you dont cover yourself with it? ask my sis -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my bro has to sleep in absolute darkness -_- THATS WHAT EYELIDS ARE FOR -_- so close your damn eyes... or wear a blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. so im in the other room typing sadly on my blog. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping alone sucks. esp after watching a horrer movie the night before -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well...  im bored =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-6500648575471432678?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6500648575471432678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/6500648575471432678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogblogblog.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7831107358236188555</id><published>2008-09-10T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:17:37.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell frigging YEA =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed accounting. a D AVERAGE! means.. pull from F to D. good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next sem im going to study HARD. yes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew... no need sub paper. wah. over the shyshychickenpie moon. damn relieved. oh wth.. dont know what i saying. i go celebrate. wah... wah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7831107358236188555?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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just realised. something else that i broke over the hols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5897315490039637330?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5897315490039637330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5897315490039637330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8558535142752309743</id><published>2008-09-05T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:18:17.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dented a letterbox and a car =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda made my holiday =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to break more stuff =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling destructive...   oh btw? if there was a skill i could have, it would be the "permanent berserker mode" like nagi =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8558535142752309743?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8558535142752309743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8558535142752309743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dented-letterbox-and-car-kinda-made.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7551293329266956147</id><published>2008-09-05T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:14:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today morning, like early morning, i got knocked down by a car =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt my frigging toe.. and had bruises all over me. and now my eye started bleeding. my brother finds it cool, that im crying blood. i find it cool TOO =) OMG! you know vampires actually cry blood? YEA! faint pinkish tears =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im okay now =) the bleeding stopped and everything has stopped hurting =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady was nice too, forgot to ask for her name =/ but she was so worried. and i dented her car badly i think =/ come to think of it.. i think i ran into her car instead of her running into me =/ ah well =) we came to a decision like, she will pay for her car and i would take care of myself, then she offered to drive me home, but i was like, 20 steps away from my lift -_- so quite retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right =) life has been wierdly boring.. i went a new ktv with jas mel sherlyn and gary =) it was quite fun =) i like going ktv and sitting in a corner singing every song that comes along, i dont like mics, makes me nervous =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a long post! yesterday night was coke and biscuits =) and random stupid conversations that are exactly like this blog =) i had fun! thank you you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT! and xy finally is attached =) and i hope she can be happy this time =) and finally learn how to frigging kiss -_- so good luck you =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with lh and hj.. it's been so long since i've seen them =) and you know what.. i think one thing doesnt change, no matter how clean i am when im with other people, somehow, meeting them makes me dirty again =p haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right! so coming up, a job... i need a job, need it soon. damn. stupid car accident. if not could have went for interview today, gah and i got a headache -_- took panadol... should be fine soon right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.. oh yah! and the whole shitload of laundry has been settled by yours truely =) HAPPY! now we can slack at home AGAIN =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. guess i'd leave it as this for now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. sometimes i wanto try dying, maybe just once. just to see if i'd survive it =) hell, maybe when im older =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7551293329266956147?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7551293329266956147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7551293329266956147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-morning-like-early-morning-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5715386733410398212</id><published>2008-09-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:39:43.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i went badmintoning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right post more tomorrow or smth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5715386733410398212?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5715386733410398212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5715386733410398212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-i-went-badmintoning-again.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7457841339979063027</id><published>2008-09-01T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:54:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, im lazy to update =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet - keywords are butt pain, injuries, burns, dirty toilet floor, sweaty, itchy, blackout apparently, lousy horrer movies and little sleep =) sounds so fun right =) well, with the right people it could be =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was FUN. i EXERCISED. so in you face all you people who think me lazy, the person exercising with me was even lazier -_- (i ran THREE rounds, she ran ONE AND A HALF, plus another half which she walked, and half where she APPARENTLY ran) which means, hey =) im not that bad =p woo! then we went BADMINTONING with her friend and her friend's friend o.O am i making sense here? yea! we played sitting-on-floor badminton, fruit game and basically alot of stuff, oh yea, and a little of badminton =p and i lost to all of them =/ which sucks. ah well =p i was not playing seriously KNOW =p if i play serious. i'd kickass. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA. im blogging cause im happy =) my parents are overseas... yea, so its just me my bro and my sis =) met up with them for dinner, then was walking home, at the letter box area, sf and i was waiting for hc to get the letters. oh yea, i walked past serene and hazel today, and didnt see them AT ALL!! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sc hits the letterbox, well one of the many of them, think was one of the sixth floor one*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf : "cheh.. also no dent"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc : "eh you believe in qi anot? like that concentrating all your will into your fist thing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf : "nope.. you try la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DENTED THE DAMN LETTERBOX! HOWS THAT FOR SHIT YO!!!!!!!! my bro took a pic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! feeling happppppppppppy... i love spoiling stuff =) YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7457841339979063027?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7457841339979063027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7457841339979063027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-im-lazy-to-update-p-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7341261423528210130</id><published>2008-08-28T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:12:20.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, family is best =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohana right? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today smth realllllly cool happened! me, my bro and my sis were walking back, then we were talking shit and laughing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following convo happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf: you know hor. when you in pain, should shout out, cause will DIFFUSE the pain (no shit, he shouted the word out -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc: wtf, *punch sf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf: (ok, this part hard to describe, but stay with me k?) *arms out wide in the air, tongue out* ARRGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf: eh shit, doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno, i guess this means we do share the same genes afterall =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN! sf went to buy this stupid bomb-bag shit.. and gave it to hc (my sis).&lt;br /&gt;when we reach home, hc went out to burst the shit bag at the staircase there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf: eh kor, hc went out, faster go see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc: uh? orh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sf runs out of house*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf: eh who the f took my slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sf wears my slippers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc: eh f you la, wear you own damn slippers can not -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* so i wore my SISTER's crocs cause i couldnt find sf's slippers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc: eh wait for me dumbnut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me and sf run to staircase landing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sf &amp;amp; sc: *O.o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister was wearing my brother's slippers. so turns out, she wore my brother's slippers, my brother wore mine, and i wore hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just laugh like never laugh before =/ think we spent half hour just laughing and laughing and LAUGHING =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7341261423528210130?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7341261423528210130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7341261423528210130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm-family-is-best-ohana-right-p-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-7987324925641178936</id><published>2008-08-27T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:14:59.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was spent playing =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today will most likely follow the same pattern =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow morning i will study =) then after the test then it'll all be OVER. oh man. that feels so  damn good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet with 1h09!&lt;br /&gt;sushi!&lt;br /&gt;cycling!&lt;br /&gt;working -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, gotta find a job =/ prob going to work in the airport, like dream job right =/ most imptly, its fully air-con =p haha =) and got those small cars, wonder if they will let me ride one =/ GTA IS MESSING WITH MY MIND! now i feel like stealing bikes and riding around and knock down people -_-  ok not really =/ but i want learn how to drive soon =/ maybe during hols =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i should make my parents pay for it right... haha =) since i'd prob be driving them around most of the time =p haha =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-7987324925641178936?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7987324925641178936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/7987324925641178936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday-was-spent-playing-today-will.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-5460539141062840477</id><published>2008-08-26T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:09:55.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people who say my posts are rubbish should think again. HAHA =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is la =p im just messing with you =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. dunno, my blog doesnt talk about ANYTHING -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to BLOG OFTEN starting TOMORROW =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala... as they say.. tomorrow never comes =p BOO =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-5460539141062840477?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5460539141062840477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/5460539141062840477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-who-say-my-posts-are-rubbish.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3716985075839373614</id><published>2008-08-26T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:05:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya, liang hao? i posted =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3716985075839373614?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3716985075839373614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3716985075839373614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-ya-liang-hao-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-2087996993567408902</id><published>2008-08-25T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:04:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah... my blog is decomposing, like. i very long nvr go online, i go online, first thing i get, is "your blog is decomposing" thanks huh =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. stupid someone. gave me a LINK to click. yah, long story. summary of the story is you very smart i very LO-SER right? screw you helga -_- i know you LOVE cats right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH, but really right? wow. it's been long since i posted so i thought, maybe tonight i should post, but then i realised that i have so much to post it's not feasible to type it out, so i'd just... type =) i think this is going to be a frigging wordy post, for those who like to read long long posts, this will be THE post... for the rest, well =) i'd try to have titles and all k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;yah, i shall blog about today first. hmm. i... WOKE. ok can i link this TODAY to YESTERDAY as well? ya. yesterday i slept and played psp, and studied abit, then slept =) NOW its easier to say i woke up right? ya, so i woke up today! and then. um. ate =) and played MORE psp =) and studied a little =p then went over to gary's place to make him slack with me =p but he studied, he very hardworking la =) THEN we went school to do the paper. and yah. hmmm. at the exam place, to my right, was huili and gary, huili alway writing and look super stress, gary slack and chew pencil only... then in front was jo.... with her power hair... and shuan whose phone rang halfway... lalala... to my left... carebear ( i forgot how to spell her name but its pronounced cal-lean) yah =) then everytime i turn left, she will laugh -_- and natasha has cold hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the exam was so boring =/ i finish and thought about SO many things, so time passed quite fast. and im bored of telling you about my day.. so i shall type about other stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw? lets forget about the titles, if you cant read then go play psp or smth =) i like the sound my keyboard makes when i type and type and type and type. it sounds like tap tap tap tap tap =) i like =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah! celine and caroli have tongue studs, i wanto pierce ear =/ i always wanted to pierce my nose, then chain it to my ear =/ but like quite wierd right? thought it sounds gooooood =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want a tattoo... of a dragon? YAY! =) dunno... my mom said i could, as long as she okays the design first, see how lo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im hungry, and suddenly i dont feel like making it a long post anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH. life's been good =) cant wait for chalets and working! and hmm, well =) everything is looking up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been too long since i met everyone, so lets all meet up soon, call or sms me! i will reply, if you're lucky la =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, today i did well at accountings ;) got secret one, but cannot anyhow TELL. HAHAHHAHAHA =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lazy. wanto sleep and kill stuff.. lalala =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-2087996993567408902?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2087996993567408902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/2087996993567408902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-8008473650200548359</id><published>2008-07-30T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:06:45.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wellwell, 12 is a fun class =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. its great having fun and going crazy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks friend. you chill like durian k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks friends =) shoot shag marry and smack jack. or shawn. or sc. or kher ming. riiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is short. live free, die well =) or live well, die fast ;) hahahaha =p guess which one pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellwell, a toast to friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leg has a cramp now. it is.. tingly. and it hurts. ouch. so i step on the floor and make it hurt a little. then a little. and a little more. i think i like pain. HAHA =p ok dont go there. but *ouch* this is *groan* really FUN *grimaces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha =p ok. i love my blog. there is absolutely nothing informative at all =) haha =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-8008473650200548359?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8008473650200548359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/8008473650200548359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/07/wellwell-12-is-fun-class-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-3664786278161685370</id><published>2008-07-28T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:39:46.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>manman is nice =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark knight is nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali is nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris is nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faizal is too nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caleb is nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am nice =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beef noodle is nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huijing is nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad and mom are nice =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good-ish =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pheobe is a tomato =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! there is school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel is wearing formal tomorrow. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. thats my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-3664786278161685370?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3664786278161685370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/3664786278161685370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/07/manman-is-nice-p-dark-knight-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8517451321831964095.post-4023696829005495372</id><published>2008-07-25T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:53:24.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as best as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of feeling emo. sick of thinking. sick of being tired and getting all affected. sick of letting down my parents and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to change. hopefully for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to go school. i will attend lectures. i am going to borrow notes on bese and accountings and study them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will attend choir. i will try my best to do what is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will sleep early. i will try and wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will clean up my act. starting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. i will make my bed and clean up my room. then i will study some accountings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an apology to my parents. an apology to my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;me&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8517451321831964095-4023696829005495372?l=panwere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4023696829005495372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8517451321831964095/posts/default/4023696829005495372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panwere.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-going-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
