<?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-20338355</id><updated>2012-01-17T15:06:29.984+08:00</updated><category term='i miss my hair'/><title type='text'>☮</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6899350378446052405</id><published>2012-01-16T17:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:06:30.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4u_oNhcPRI/TwP7eZ2VXYI/AAAAAAAADUU/JJMbCMt4JVU/s1600/1s8vt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693670853679865218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4u_oNhcPRI/TwP7eZ2VXYI/AAAAAAAADUU/JJMbCMt4JVU/s320/1s8vt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right? Ok sorry.&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;Time is moved rather quickly as I step into the second month of my internship at Asia Pacific Breweries Limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't learn much here, but I've learned how hard it actually is to work for the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, i received my first pay; 690$. I thought it was a lot at first. But in just a week, I've already spent 380$. I have no idea what I spent on. Guess it's those little things that i spent on that summed up to a big amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this intern shit to be over. I wanna be free. Like how i used to be. Damn I miss those times. Even during my FYP, I was free. Now I know how lifeless and ball sucking it is to be working and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work can be enjoyable, but you gotta work in a place where you enjoy what you're doing. I don't enjoy studying engineering/electronics, so I'm sure that I won't enjoy working in that path. Now is the time that I feel all the regrets that I was supposed to feel years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not listening to Jasper, not taking the path that he took. He went to an art school, he went on to do something he liked. And at least now he knows what he wants. No wait, I'm not sure of what he wants but I'm sure that spending time in Lasalle gave him a blurry or something something vision of what he wants to do. Right not Jasper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd be happy if I was studying art. I was just too lazy to do a port folio and go for the interview and stuff. Damn.. I could've at least tried yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about studying after Army, but then.. I'd be old and stuff and where do i get the money from? All the money spent on NYP wasted. SIAO~ but still, Mum told me to go for what I like. Kind of touched because she had her hands on my shoulder when she talked to me. OK LAME. We don't usually talk like that you see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again.. If I didn't go to NYP, I wouldn't have met the most amazing girl in the whole galaxy. I wouldn't even know what love is. I'm struggling now, deciding on what I want for the future. It's hard, but I'm happy. I have the only girl in the world who'd lemme shaft my finger up her nostrils. I'm happy because I have my Tiny:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6899350378446052405?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6899350378446052405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6899350378446052405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6899350378446052405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6899350378446052405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2012/01/butts.html' title='Butts'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4u_oNhcPRI/TwP7eZ2VXYI/AAAAAAAADUU/JJMbCMt4JVU/s72-c/1s8vt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5185654141547786359</id><published>2012-01-01T18:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:07:22.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell hole hell hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amld9quB5b8/TwA9b6tJQeI/AAAAAAAADUE/gNrnOiM7c88/s1600/vinnieclubs2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amld9quB5b8/TwA9b6tJQeI/AAAAAAAADUE/gNrnOiM7c88/s320/vinnieclubs2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692617478820676066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLTxTAsZSxU/TwA9buhIUrI/AAAAAAAADT8/7AqgjqrXzbs/s1600/vinnieclubs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jLTxTAsZSxU/TwA9buhIUrI/AAAAAAAADT8/7AqgjqrXzbs/s320/vinnieclubs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692617475549057714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a place filled with nothing but emptiness. But now I'm back ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kind of sad because it seems like we've all changed. Rubsytards i mean.  We used to come together just to plan a simple outing or something something. But now it's just a few of us planning for everyone. Despite a few of us planning for everyone, we still didn't get "full attendance". Which is kind of disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that I'm always planning and stuff. I too, feel like I'm drifting away from them. I don't blame anyone for that. It's because the way i manage my time sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, I'm happy to see them laughing and all during Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinnie claims that she enjoyed herself on Saturday at St James Powerhouse and I'm happy too. Like, still she can enjoy herself while being with us. Idk if it's because of the club but meh~ I'm happy everyone enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took photos like how we used to. Man.. it's been a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, off to meet the gangzx now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5185654141547786359?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5185654141547786359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5185654141547786359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5185654141547786359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5185654141547786359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2012/01/hell-hole-hell-hole.html' title='Hell hole hell hole'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-amld9quB5b8/TwA9b6tJQeI/AAAAAAAADUE/gNrnOiM7c88/s72-c/vinnieclubs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-4801735432552224068</id><published>2011-12-18T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:58:38.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3gTiNDd0NE/Tu23nrQMw8I/AAAAAAAADTw/4lZgksALb-0/s1600/Ag3prj1CIAAriDY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3gTiNDd0NE/Tu23nrQMw8I/AAAAAAAADTw/4lZgksALb-0/s320/Ag3prj1CIAAriDY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687403796692255682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere I go, I see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurry up and come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-4801735432552224068?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4801735432552224068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=4801735432552224068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4801735432552224068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4801735432552224068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/12/wait.html' title='The Wait'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a3gTiNDd0NE/Tu23nrQMw8I/AAAAAAAADTw/4lZgksALb-0/s72-c/Ag3prj1CIAAriDY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2157418884663856792</id><published>2011-12-16T14:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:44:11.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dashing in the office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5-tahk-fPo/TurospgKftI/AAAAAAAADTk/PQuQ3RN71Xk/s1600/The_Office_by_tentonman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686613333261319890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5-tahk-fPo/TurospgKftI/AAAAAAAADTk/PQuQ3RN71Xk/s320/The_Office_by_tentonman.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm gonna have a mental braek down soon. So many things going in the wrong direction and I feel so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the office right in front of the computer. Something just happened and I myself felt like a retarded person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slouched on the office chair, idling. Then i sat up and opened IE browser. I typed "www.worldwide.espacenet.com" and hit enter. Then i started to act like i was still in my FYP lab. I turned to my right and saw Bernard. I turned 135 degrees to my right and saw Zhou Li aka Zell sitting there. And behind her sat Clarence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I snapped out of it and realised how crazy everything was. Yes, I am going craaaaaaaaaazy! I need to drown my misery and all in an ocean of music, music and more music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, the third week of internship, I'll have to endure another 9 weeks of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lemme tell you what annoys me the most about this very agonizing life I am living right now:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to force myself out of bed every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to come in the office and wait for people to speak me. Because if I speak, I'm afraid the people will think that I'm climbing over their heads and stuff. Don't wanna behave like I'm already friends with them for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread lunch because i don't talk to the person i eat with. We just eat and eat and then head back into the office after we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stare at the DIGITAL clock. And a digital clock makes it even more painful. Idk how to explain but it just makes it more painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lesser time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lesser time for my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because i have lesser time for my girl, i have no time for friends. But I'm still making time OK! Pffft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like puking every time the smell of this building touches the hair in my nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU NYP! You could've at least send another student here to APBL! Things could've been better for me. DAMN YOU ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2157418884663856792?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2157418884663856792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2157418884663856792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2157418884663856792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2157418884663856792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/12/dashing-in-office.html' title='Dashing in the office'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5-tahk-fPo/TurospgKftI/AAAAAAAADTk/PQuQ3RN71Xk/s72-c/The_Office_by_tentonman.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6290404780569858455</id><published>2011-12-14T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T19:18:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quake</title><content type='html'>3rd week of this not very exciting period of my life. Whenever i look at myself, i feel depressed. So damn depressed. Office work sucks. Unless you're doing something you like. Ok actually office work doesn't suck. It's just that i don't talk to the people there. They're all older than me at least by like 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K enough of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been messing with my head. No wait, it should be.. A certain thing is messing with my head. I can't help it. It just comes in and everything in my brain is infected. And then the heart will slowly grow holes and stuff that makes me feel like crying, sink my fist into something, makes me flex my whole body for like more than 5 seconds. I'm sorry. But i can't help  but to at least spell out my thoughts. Here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6290404780569858455?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6290404780569858455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6290404780569858455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6290404780569858455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6290404780569858455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/12/quake.html' title='Quake'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1427470626751638174</id><published>2011-12-01T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:20:32.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office</title><content type='html'>internship has been fairly kind to me since the first day. but still i feel as though i'm in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 11 weeks of hell after tomorrow. but i can't take that kind of life. the life where i'm deprived of everything. wake up early to go work and then knock off late and have no time for myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few days at work and my mind came to realise so many things.. things that i haven't thought about in my 20 years of living on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind working in an office. but i don't wanna work in an office doing something i don't like or have absolutely no interest in. i'm willing to work in the office only if i do things i like. like drawing and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see my "colleagues" getting scolded and shouted at by the boss everyday. they are always swallowing their pride and letting the boss shout and bombard nasty words at them. is my dad facing all these when he's at work? i feel so bad. i never understood why people say, "钱难赚". now i finally understand why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for nothing else. i just want my 11 weeks to hurry up and end. i don't wanna wear formal attire everyday looking so smart and then when i enter the office i'll transform into a dog and get scolded by my boss. i don't wanna do something i don't like and still have to get shouted at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there's no use to say so much here in this space. nothing's gonna change anyway..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1427470626751638174?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1427470626751638174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1427470626751638174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1427470626751638174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1427470626751638174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/12/office.html' title='office'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3315853225195378443</id><published>2011-11-28T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T21:16:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need more time</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xRzphwyCVkg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3315853225195378443?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3315853225195378443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3315853225195378443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3315853225195378443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3315853225195378443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-need-more-time.html' title='i need more time'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xRzphwyCVkg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5910259853957503725</id><published>2011-11-24T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:06:33.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP Jam episode II</title><content type='html'>i'm very tired. very very very tired.. but the students studying in Lasalle/NAFA is going through a tougher time. compared to what i'm going through, theirs are much, much worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYP Jam audition was kind of alright. But yknow, there were so many awesome bands. i really want this. and thank you all those that came, it really really really really really meant so much:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="314"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/2484802212069"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/2484802212069" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500" height="314" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5910259853957503725?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5910259853957503725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5910259853957503725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5910259853957503725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5910259853957503725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/11/nyp-jam-episode-ii.html' title='NYP Jam episode II'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7390159978720832510</id><published>2011-11-18T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:15:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not good</title><content type='html'>life isn't good for me right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i believe that it's gonna worsen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7390159978720832510?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7390159978720832510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7390159978720832510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7390159978720832510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7390159978720832510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-good.html' title='not good'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7228177297774184169</id><published>2011-10-21T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T03:21:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xyscXalFngg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit he's good! he's gonna grow up like pro. why don't i have such talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvHkX1_a3VA/TqMWZjT0d8I/AAAAAAAADTQ/OOrpUcA-Zu8/s1600/SURF_Teiva_Mare_by_sg_photos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvHkX1_a3VA/TqMWZjT0d8I/AAAAAAAADTQ/OOrpUcA-Zu8/s320/SURF_Teiva_Mare_by_sg_photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666397384393127874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only Singapore has got waves like in Australia or something. i'd be riding the waves everyday. ok maybe not everyday.. just when i have the time. tsk.. i really wanna go surfing. at least experience it. daaaaaamn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so life hasn't been treating me good these few weeks/days. life kind of sucks. school sucks. depriving me of everything. FYP is really killing. the routine of waking up early and then going home late really really is sucking my balls dry. i fucking hate the life that i'm having right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often think back.. about how life was like during my year 2 days. life was good. i was carefree. almost for the whole of a semester. i'd only be stress and all when exams are around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i can imagine how life would be like when i go into the society and work. i guess i won't even have time to wank. fk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose this is how life is like huh? luckily, i've got the best girl in the world right now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7228177297774184169?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7228177297774184169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7228177297774184169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7228177297774184169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7228177297774184169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/10/waves.html' title='waves'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xyscXalFngg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3485716094361814650</id><published>2011-10-12T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:47:17.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laserquest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jqu91GoDbk/TpW2OQDMivI/AAAAAAAADTE/9tPpgK9dzmQ/s1600/trust.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jqu91GoDbk/TpW2OQDMivI/AAAAAAAADTE/9tPpgK9dzmQ/s320/trust.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662632462431062770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so many things in my head.&lt;br /&gt;plenty plenty, it's like planting mines.&lt;br /&gt;insufficient space, it's only gonna explode.&lt;br /&gt;with invisible aftermath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta rush for FYP since presentation is in a week's time. but yknow, i don't have the drive prepare. and the slides are screwed. ahhh i never knew that i'd be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immense level of stress now. worst than anything i've experienced. i never imagined it to be like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3485716094361814650?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3485716094361814650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3485716094361814650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3485716094361814650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3485716094361814650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/10/laserquest.html' title='laserquest'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jqu91GoDbk/TpW2OQDMivI/AAAAAAAADTE/9tPpgK9dzmQ/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2702512133659354643</id><published>2011-10-09T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:23:47.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days</title><content type='html'>hi. i've got a new haircut and i like it. it's really short. ok at least to me it's really short. maybe i like it because when it's waxed, it's waxed with a good wax. confusing? ahaha. i doubt i can like it again like how i liked it this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekends are shit, i didn't make full use of it. dammit! and why does every weekend seem so short? why can't FY be like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i don't feel like sleeping anymore. 'cos if i sleep, next thing i wake up to will be something i dread so much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2702512133659354643?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2702512133659354643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2702512133659354643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2702512133659354643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2702512133659354643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/10/days.html' title='days'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7231064809147250666</id><published>2011-10-01T03:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T14:44:38.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>define</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCNi6kLff0w/ToYdav_HpwI/AAAAAAAADS8/5gEMKeinVTA/s1600/P9240083.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCNi6kLff0w/ToYdav_HpwI/AAAAAAAADS8/5gEMKeinVTA/s320/P9240083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658242327232620290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't have much going on in my life right now. except.. yes, my girlfr. hahaha. irritated already ah? CHANGE CLASS AH~ learn from Royce Tay Jia Jun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've never been in a real relationship before, this is my first. and maybe i still dk what i'd be facing in future. but yknow, i'll treasure what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live in the moment. let tomorrow's WJS handle tomorrow's worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might say that i don't really know what love really is because it's my first. everyone has his/her own definition to love. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might think that being in a relationship is all about how your lover makes you smile and laugh and not give you stress about your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might think that being in a relationship is all about appreciating one another and not give problems to the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might think that being in a relationship is all about being happy and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my definition of it is that when you decide to make her your girlfr, you decide to make all her problems your girlfr too. jealousy, pain and unhappiness plays a part too. if i don't feel all these, then i guess i haven't loved her enough. i always think, i always think about unpleasant stuff. i worry because i love her. i worry because i worry about us. people might think that i over react and is too sensitive, but oie! that's because i only want her to myself! i don't wanna share her. i don't want her to drift away from me. people might say i am over protective. which boyfr likes to have guys look at his own girlfr with the lustful thought right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i believe that different people have different ways of loving. and being all sensitive and clingy and protective is how i express my feelings. yknow, people run out of vocabs and descriptions to express their feelings. so action has to come in. after all, action speaks louder than words. and i don't think anyone would feel annoyed or get tired if they actually feel how sincere his/her lover is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys might be saying i'm emo and all the bullshit but some times you just need to be emo. then my friend, i don't think you've loved like how i love now. at least i know i'm loving with all my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll smile unknowingly whenever i see her pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE CAN'T A GUY HAVE FEELINGS???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7231064809147250666?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7231064809147250666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7231064809147250666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7231064809147250666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7231064809147250666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/10/define.html' title='define'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCNi6kLff0w/ToYdav_HpwI/AAAAAAAADS8/5gEMKeinVTA/s72-c/P9240083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6131577633485374226</id><published>2011-09-21T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:40:04.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broccoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasion.com/" title="how do you make gifs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.picasion.com/pic44/9440bb6536209ed0d20080862f51f0a2.gif" width="400" height="227" border="0" alt="how do you make gifs" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been really occupied by FYP these few weeks. ok actually 90% of the time i spend during FYP is just idling. so my life is pretty occupied with Lynn hehe:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a caged eagle. man, i have wings but i cannot use them. attachment and NS is slowly creeping up on me and i'm really afraid. afraid to lose things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i lost my wallet yesterday. really careless. and i felt really really really really torn up inside when i suddenly recalled what i have in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-IC&lt;br /&gt;-DBS Card&lt;br /&gt;-EZ Link Card&lt;br /&gt;-Girlfr's photo............ Letter from girlfr...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFR'S PHOTO! FUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK! THE LETTER SHIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! whoa in just a split second my heart skipped like a few millions beats. i felt really really really fucked up. i turned around to see if i could chase the bus, but it was like a 100 meters away already. i didn't know what to do so i was in a dilema. then i realise how much i want that polaroid back. seriously, all i want is for that polaroid to come back to me. that letter too. fuck my brain la. why so careless _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously whoever wants my cards and all just take but something like the polaroid is really even Bill Gates also cannot buy. it holds so many meanings to it. ahhhhhhh.. please! i hope some kind soul would return the wallet with the polaroid and the letter inside. PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had my dinner at my princess' place. her mum cooked specially for me:) but i feel so guilty because i couldn't finish all that she's made. dammit! anyway the food was awesomely delish! wooooooooooooooooooooo! i love her broccoli so so so much! umph! i wanna learn hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k there's fucking stupid asshole ass fucked FYP tomorrow. gonna bathe and then sleep already. or maybe an episode of That 70s Show. byeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6131577633485374226?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6131577633485374226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6131577633485374226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6131577633485374226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6131577633485374226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-worried-because.html' title='broccoli'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1214084025816426917</id><published>2011-09-11T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:05:27.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eff wai pee</title><content type='html'>really fuck you fyp. i really have no idea what to do for the project. it's like, everything i think of will eventually to the project that the previous student did. even when i'm not there in the lab, i feel massive amount of stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid. why must we stay in the lab for such long hours? why can't fyp be free and easy all? like own time own target. this will help us organise ourselves. we'll grow and become more sensible. managing our own time and knowing when to work and play right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you fyp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1214084025816426917?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1214084025816426917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1214084025816426917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1214084025816426917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1214084025816426917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/09/eff-wai-pee.html' title='eff wai pee'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7489379707859883522</id><published>2011-09-10T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:52:53.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP9G-9hJ3wo/TmpCCvSu7zI/AAAAAAAADSs/JQ9awvctajc/s1600/et7rpl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP9G-9hJ3wo/TmpCCvSu7zI/AAAAAAAADSs/JQ9awvctajc/s320/et7rpl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650401297311919922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar went for his sterilization earlier on Tuesday. i couldn't go with him because i had FYP. DAMN YOU FYP! i came home to see him with the funnel around his neck. i went up to him and he jumped on me like the operation on him was nothing. then he tried to lick me but the funnel got in the way. so cute. &lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea why, but Yeogi seemed like she couldn't recognise Kumar. she kept growling and kind of wanted to fight with Kumar. crazy women. "Crazy, people go operation come back with one funnel only you cannot recognise ah? Si gao.. Just like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of how Yeogi behaved, we had to leash them to the gates so that Yeogi won't be doing stupid things to Kumar. so before sleeping, i brought Kumar to his peeing spot and waited for him to do his business. and what happened next really killed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sniffed the ground. trying to find his scent, his spot, but he just couldn't find it. the funnel got in the way, again. so he kind of panicked and then after several attempts, he stopped. he run to the front gate and just stood there. i watched as i called out his name, "Kumar. Kumar.. Come. Come Kumar." he didn't budge. so i went over and "sayang" him. i gently scratched his chin and stroked his forehead. while i did that, he looked at me and i looked into his eyes. he seemed so sad.. like his eyes were watery. normally when i "sayang" him, his tail would wag so vigorously and he'd be happy and all. but this time, he just wagged his tail gently. my heart really sank when i saw him like that. i hate to see him like that.. really:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everything seems fine now. the funnel has to be there for like a month. *sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;never will there be enough love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7489379707859883522?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP9G-9hJ3wo/TmpCCvSu7zI/AAAAAAAADSs/JQ9awvctajc/s72-c/et7rpl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1085081936346291184</id><published>2011-09-07T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:39:37.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ67J1Cb4EY/TmeBjIInxOI/AAAAAAAADSk/l8WckvQWIXE/s1600/chinadoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ67J1Cb4EY/TmeBjIInxOI/AAAAAAAADSk/l8WckvQWIXE/s320/chinadoll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649626698038625506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i did for my FYP which is totally not related to the project i'm working on. and this is not complete because the supervisor saw me using photoshop and he angsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day of FYP and i'm dying already. wtf man.. it's like staying school from morning till night doing nothing. ok actually it's only the first 3 days that i'm doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told to come early and then sit in front of the desktop and do nothing. ok maybe we're supposed to research on some project that we're gonna be assigned to. but wtf! we weren't even assigned to projects and they expect us to research. research what? research on "how to find out what project i'm gonna receive next when i haven't seen my supervisor's face" ah? crazy.. &lt;br /&gt;worst part is, we are not to use the computer for facebook, twitter, games and even photoshop. then why ask us to come early for school?!?!?! at least let us do our own stuff what.. wleh. &lt;br /&gt;and then we can't even have music playing in our own ears. damn fucked up seriously. but luckily, i got assigned to what i'm supposed to do already. *phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really lazy to elaborate. but i summarize. i'm to invent this device that allows me to attach a normal wheelchair to a random bicycle. sounds easy but it's really complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had head banging sessions every time i'm in the lab of my FYP. fk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1085081936346291184?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1085081936346291184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1085081936346291184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1085081936346291184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1085081936346291184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/09/dying.html' title='dying.'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ67J1Cb4EY/TmeBjIInxOI/AAAAAAAADSk/l8WckvQWIXE/s72-c/chinadoll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3093090799692006584</id><published>2011-09-04T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:03:31.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't feel it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6nBNuvFQ1iA/TmJbQ76SOcI/AAAAAAAADSc/6xwrLYCqYok/s1600/scaled.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6nBNuvFQ1iA/TmJbQ76SOcI/AAAAAAAADSc/6xwrLYCqYok/s320/scaled.php.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648177229194213826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeogi, wearing her pad made by my Donald Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really irritated right now because the dogs are whining. why are they whining? because apparently, the dogs kinda had sex. so one of them has to be kept in the kennel to prevent another doggy intercourse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeogi was supposed to be sterilized like weeks back or even like a few months back, but my parents.. idk wtf is wrong with them. they just keep procrastinating idk for what fk. told them we gotta do it quick to prevent something like what we're experiencing now from happening. i made the appointments but they keep saying they weren't free! so i gave them the number and told them to make the appointments themselves since i have no idea when they will be free and all. they said they'd call, but no. they did not. they said they called, but i don't believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now Yeogi has to wear a pad and Kumar has to be locked up inside the kennel. fk ah really. it sucks to see the dogs are going through all these. getting all cooped up in their kennel with no freedom to pee and poop and all. it's not only the dogs who're suffering, we are too! the neighbors too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i need to go leash the dogs some where near the gate now, if not they'll just keep whining and barking like total defense day alarm like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3093090799692006584?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6nBNuvFQ1iA/TmJbQ76SOcI/AAAAAAAADSc/6xwrLYCqYok/s72-c/scaled.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2878639629751717418</id><published>2011-09-01T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T02:05:40.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bulldogs are cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OHssa5inpMc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2878639629751717418?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2878639629751717418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2878639629751717418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2878639629751717418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2878639629751717418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/09/bulldogs-are-cute.html' title='bulldogs are cute'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OHssa5inpMc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5700926609970934587</id><published>2011-08-27T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:37:07.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;a lot of things in my mind right now. i can't think straight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exams is killing me. i really wanna just give up studying now.. i wanna live life freely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't i be like all the young celebrities?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't i have super human powers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so i've been "studying" these few days. and it's not really productive but still i have to force myself. then again, with all the books, notes and exams papers in front of me, drowsiness kicks in immediately without warning. then i side track a bit from all the studying and when i get back to it, the mood is gone. and time lapsed an hour or two which is like a total waste of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurry up and end examinations already. and i don't ask for much, i just wanna get my diploma! in 3 years. but for now, i wanna get my diploma after i end the coming semester!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my neck hurts because what? because i have to tilt so that my damn fringe won't get in the way of my vision! wtf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that those who have been reading my blog and all is getting irritated and think that i'm becoming a good for nothing because all i do is talk about my girlfr. well.. FUCK YOU ALL OK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in love wtf do you expect? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't a dude feel like that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's ok for a dude to feel emotional and all! after all we're all humans with feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you think this love that i'm talking about is the song by Maroon 5, it's not! if you think this love that i'm talking about is just some stupid infatuation, well.. think again. this is real, like the lyrics from Demi Lovato's "This is Me" damn you all to hell! ok sorry. but seriously.. i believe that there's a little girl trapped inside every dude's body. desperately trying to get out, wanting to let loose. mine escaped because emotions took over. it's so overwhelming that the guards of Sparta can't even hold their front line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it wrong to let the world know how in love a dude is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it wrong to talk about this amazing girl you have to the world because you're crazy about her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it wrong for a dude to be sentimental when it comes to loving someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hell, even Superman aka the man of steel is in love. even The Hulk gets angry because of his girl and all. no wait, all the manly heroes has a girlfr! and most of them fight because of love! isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5700926609970934587?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5700926609970934587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5700926609970934587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5700926609970934587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5700926609970934587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/08/human.html' title='human'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2182475146090969035</id><published>2011-08-21T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:28:17.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop</title><content type='html'>who knows? who will know? who will understand?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one will. no one ever will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many things hidden underneath. no one knows. no one is gonna ever know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna stop. back to the old days where bottles are my friends. my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2182475146090969035?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2182475146090969035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2182475146090969035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2182475146090969035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2182475146090969035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/08/stop.html' title='stop'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3622051724966520494</id><published>2011-08-21T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T02:18:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prevent preventing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB9yTOky1bc/Tk_1skZSwTI/AAAAAAAADSU/1uJU4gB2HAI/s1600/best.php.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB9yTOky1bc/Tk_1skZSwTI/AAAAAAAADSU/1uJU4gB2HAI/s320/best.php.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642999004151333170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;this one is my girlfr nobody touch her! DAMN YOU ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i get jealous easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i over react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i scold lzx because she likes him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why cannot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love her what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the feelings that i have for her, it's alien. you can't find anything like mine on Earth. wanna find it, try the moon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there're so many regrets in life that you cannot do anything about. because it already happened and the aftermath is something that you're don't expect that is when regret slowly creep under your skin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we always tell ourselves to think twice, think twice, think twice, think twice! but there's always something after that. and every time, the consequences of your actions are bigger than what you expect. then you'll start to regret and think back.. why didn't i think, not just thinking twice, but why didn't i think harder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;precautions are always there. precautions are safe. but there are still risks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why not prevent the precautions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why not prevent preventing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever done is done, we can do nothing but to amend. in the process, we'll be regretting and getting hurt and feel pain and all. but it's the process that make us stronger. isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work hard, slowly mend the cracks, the holes, the openings and the little leaks back into shape. scars are nothing compared to untreated wounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the satisfaction you get when all your hard work pays off is one of the best feelings one can ever feel. efforts pays off, everything is back to normal. walk the life that you walked before the storm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now, let's try to really focus on studying. study now and don't regret after. the process is worth it. you're gonna at least scrape through the examinations and you learn in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll try. study with understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;endure till the very end and.......................... FYP starts _|_ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't even enjoy for like a month or week! damn you year 3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3622051724966520494?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3622051724966520494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3622051724966520494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3622051724966520494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3622051724966520494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/08/prevent-preventing.html' title='prevent preventing'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB9yTOky1bc/Tk_1skZSwTI/AAAAAAAADSU/1uJU4gB2HAI/s72-c/best.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-8102509316493105284</id><published>2011-08-19T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:57:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fk lzx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtNh-kAtfdc/Tk520bCYMoI/AAAAAAAADSM/fkMT9vATubo/s1600/tumblr_ln4egzZnjF1qzoaqio1_r1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtNh-kAtfdc/Tk520bCYMoI/AAAAAAAADSM/fkMT9vATubo/s320/tumblr_ln4egzZnjF1qzoaqio1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642578026124817026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one paper down 3 more to go. ok i must say, i feel rather confident about the first paper i took, which was only yesterday. but then again, i can't be too complacent. i'm not even sure if i got the right answers. anyway, this is an easy paper. according to those who took the paper. so.. there's nothing to be happy or proud about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to study today for the next paper, but then i realise i can't do a single question. ok i can do one. but most of the questions are like wtf. there's no answer to the questions so how the fuck am i gonna know if i'm studying the correct thing? shit face know this Omar seriously. oh and i remember saying i wanna destroy him here. i take back my words. don't wanna stir up unwanted problems and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;k, i'm a loser la why? so what? you guys have no fucking idea how i feel also so stfu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-8102509316493105284?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8102509316493105284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=8102509316493105284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8102509316493105284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8102509316493105284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-damn.html' title='fk lzx'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtNh-kAtfdc/Tk520bCYMoI/AAAAAAAADSM/fkMT9vATubo/s72-c/tumblr_ln4egzZnjF1qzoaqio1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5061753865776435793</id><published>2011-08-17T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:47:56.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alex</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s2DoyEL8XTk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daaayum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5061753865776435793?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-4080160155755480200</id><published>2011-08-10T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T02:17:53.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24253126?portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24253126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tell me this is real. i wanna see this in person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-4080160155755480200?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4080160155755480200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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shiny</title><content type='html'>i've been playing the guitar for quite some time already, and i feel that i'm a noob. like i'm really bad at it. why? i touch it almost every single day! eff! maybe i'm playing it the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my parents are out of town, away in Malaysia idk which part. which leaves me the only male i the house. the man of the house hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy being one yknow. i gotta do all the lifting of shit and all. and i have to clean the kennel since i know people in the house won't do other than my mum or dad.&lt;br /&gt;and because my parents are out of town, my Grandma and her maid came to stay over. i don't really know why but i think it's because of the altar. got to wake up early in the morning and pray then later in the evening pray again. this are things that my sister and i won't go. maybe just the early part, the evening one.. still can. but still~&lt;br /&gt;because my dogs bark at every single thing that they're not familiar with, they bark at my Grandma and her maid. and it's fucking irritating. we can't have them running around the house like usual. so we have to keep them in the kennel. with this, they're like almost in there the whole day. from morning till dinner time. and i don't usually wake up early so they'll be in their kennel until i wake up and let them out to shit and pee.&lt;br /&gt;and when i woke up this morning, at 2plus. i went out to check on the dogs. Kumar had a real big piece of shit in his half of the kennel wtf! and i had to do the dirty work. so fucking smelly i didn't know how to clean. so i grabbed a really thick plastic bag and scooped the poop off the floor of the kennel. i swear it was as smelly as a garbage truck. no i think it's worst! the shit wasn't dry! and it's so slimy on the outside yet solid underneath. it stinks so bad, even when i hold my breath the green colored stink still kicks in and when it comes in, my brain registers the smell telling me it's really like aromatic, triggering my gag reflexes. i was on the verge of vomiting WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;the main pieces of poop were cleared, but there were still small pieces of poop lying around. what can i do? i can only open the hose and spray the fucking things out. but the kennel had a shallow concavity so the water along with the tiny piece of poop didn't come out. in the end i had to get a mop and clear the kennel. it was really really really a chore. wtf really.&lt;br /&gt;and after wiping the kennel dry, Kumar and Yeogi had to come in with his wet and dirty paws(because of the rain and they were prancing around the wet floor) and dirty the kennel again. WTF! i had to clean it again! stupid assholes. i had to clean their paws and then carry them into the kennel. Kumar was easy, because he was a good and obedient dog. but Yeogi.. she's a bitch. not the female dog bitch, but she's the bitch used to describe a human girl. i had to chase after her because when ever i go near that assclown, she'll think that i'm playing with her and she'll jump at me and then bounce off from my body and run around like a mad dog and then come back and do the same thing. FUN AH?! how is that fun when you keep doing it over and over again? dogs.. but she's really cute when she do that. hahahaha. so i had to act like i'm playing with her and then sayang her on her head. then when she indulges in the sayanging, i'll grab her and put her in her kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn this all is really tiring. and i still love my dogs. my demon dogs:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cg3WNXxWf7U/Tj7TIDnYPgI/AAAAAAAADSE/PJrJ8AzvEWQ/s1600/bang.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cg3WNXxWf7U/Tj7TIDnYPgI/AAAAAAAADSE/PJrJ8AzvEWQ/s320/bang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638175918877326850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeogi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-4256871652115325258?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4256871652115325258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=4256871652115325258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4256871652115325258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4256871652115325258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/08/brown-and-shiny.html' title='brown and shiny'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cg3WNXxWf7U/Tj7TIDnYPgI/AAAAAAAADSE/PJrJ8AzvEWQ/s72-c/bang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2532406626852835893</id><published>2011-08-05T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:28:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>menses, when?</title><content type='html'>konichiwa. i am here to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update..&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a high chance of failing one of the modules this semester. i don't even have a single clue about wtf that module wants. we had lab test today(04/08/), and i have no idea what i was doing. &lt;br /&gt;the teacher went round to mark and give grades. the teacher spent quite some time at others' computer. but when he came to mine, it's almost like he spent less than a minute there and went to another person's computer. and when i learnt that there're simpler questions other than questions 1 &amp; 2, i really feel like i'm a stupid fucker. like idk what is going on in class, even when there is lab test. or rather, i don't even care. what is happening?! i wasn't like this during year 1 and year 2! i need my A8! at least they inform/update me about what is going on. they're really helpful! even now, they're still helpful. like the other day.. Xiao Si said something and i was like "whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! i want my A8 back!!" &lt;br /&gt;we were like asking around about the case study thing that Jenny gave us as an assignment. Xiao Si and HanYing had that module in their timetable too. so.. we were like struggling with the case study report shit, and then Xiao Si said, "You guys need my help or not? We go up the lab and i help yall now." whoa this was like the ultimate of the ultimates, i acted like i didn't hear because i didn't wanna trouble her. school has already ended for her and she can go home already. so i just kept quiet. or did i say something? i forgot. &lt;br /&gt;damn i miss A8 so much. seems like yesterday when we were still at J8's Pizza Hut celebrating Xiao Si's birthday and took this really retarded group picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWD_rCFKPi4/TjrIe7FZjmI/AAAAAAAADR8/dYprdrlMH3U/s1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWD_rCFKPi4/TjrIe7FZjmI/AAAAAAAADR8/dYprdrlMH3U/s320/pizza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637038317189566050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2532406626852835893?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2532406626852835893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2532406626852835893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2532406626852835893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2532406626852835893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/08/menses-when.html' title='menses, when?'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' 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already. fk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had teacher go through lab experiment with me just now because i know nothing and lab test is next week. i'm so gonna die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really hate applying wax on my hair, because i gotta mother fucking squeeze the conditioner 3 times then i can get the wax off my hair. and in that process, my hair keep falling out. i'm going bald if this continues. need new wax, a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm back to slammin' on my guitar~ feels good. with new strings and all. ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3643791835474562177?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3643791835474562177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3643791835474562177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3643791835474562177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3643791835474562177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/07/beez.html' title='beez'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3500042025445667307</id><published>2011-07-27T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T01:55:05.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9STu9hZJDRQ/Ti77kOKANjI/AAAAAAAADRM/N1Q5LpDGGL0/s1600/261204_10150253703702200_539772199_7340328_5509018_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9STu9hZJDRQ/Ti77kOKANjI/AAAAAAAADRM/N1Q5LpDGGL0/s320/261204_10150253703702200_539772199_7340328_5509018_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633716783580984882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl.. born with the name of Lynn Yeo. she really drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may appear to be one that is not affectionate and don't really care about relationship and shit like that but i really really really care a lot when it comes to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys might think i'm stupid to think this way because Lynn and i are still fresh and all but i really cannot contain. i need to let the world know. i need to let the world know how much she means to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want Lynn to be my wife. i wanna be there with her under the sun and fan her and carry her load while she queue for some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FUCKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s concert. i wanna see her home everyday. i want her to lie on my shoulders every time we take a bus. i wanna embrace her every time we board a really packed train. i wanna tell her jokes that are only funny to me and she'll just stare at me. i wanna listen to her talk about her day. i wanna make her feel bad and see her suffer but actually i don't mean it. i wanna slap her face 3 times and then say sorry and slap her again. i wanna taunt her with my lips. i wanna kiss her and then burp into her mouth. i wanna kiss her and then blow air into her mouth. i wanna touch her face and then slowly move my fingers into her nostrils. i wanna squeeze her fats. i wanna squeeze her elbow skin. i wanna do "老爹" on her. i wanna marry her. i wanna put a cheap ring on her finger because i got no money. i wanna lift the veil and then kiss her. i wanna hear her say "i do". i wanna watch her take care of Yeogi and Kumar. i wanna watch our kids grow up with her. i wanna watch our grand children grow up with her. man.. i can't wait to grow old with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enough. confirm got people wanna comment comment about this entry. say i stupid we're still fresh why say all these. too early for me to say these and all the nonsense bull crap.. but yknow, i have faith in us. really. because i know she's crazy about me too. ahhahaha. ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3500042025445667307?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's this another device that has been passed down since the dawn of mankind. this device is called the Samsung Galaxy S. and let's call it the SGS for now. it is said that the Pharaoh from the hit cartoon series, Mummies Alive, who lived for more than 60,000 years has been keeping this magnificent device in his tomb after his death for 1 minute. but because of how childish the WWE superstar-The Undertake is the device is now at the hands of someone else. we'll get to that later. The Undertaker is so bloody childish thinking that he's really a deadman when in fact he's not. The Undertaker buried himself in the soil next to where the Pharoah is. then he waited for his entrance music to be played before his big match at Survivor Series. the smokes blanketed the whole place where SS3 is held, The Undetaker acted like he is really rising from the dead. and while he was doing that, he unleashed the SGS's powers because his childishness accidentally nudged the Pharaoh's tomb and the SGS made its way to find a new master. a master so great that when the SGS lags he will feel damn good. he makes orgasmic noises and start to touch himself everywhere. a master so awesome that when the phone lags he becomes Spider-man and spins his web not only from his wrist, but from his pee hole. a master so amazing that his parents/grand parents named him after the great warrior of Mahalulu: WONG JI SIANG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1229657628938158889?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1229657628938158889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1229657628938158889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1229657628938158889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1229657628938158889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/07/lags.html' title='lags'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-4043420838508842291</id><published>2011-07-21T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:16:51.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dcPqgfUdrQ/TicMhRoqxbI/AAAAAAAADQ8/JUrNzd4TvKE/s1600/scaled.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dcPqgfUdrQ/TicMhRoqxbI/AAAAAAAADQ8/JUrNzd4TvKE/s320/scaled.php.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631483624859289010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.. i've always wanted to tweet about this but i always forget. but since i'm in front of the computer now, i shall make an entry about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always go into the boys' toilet in NYP. i'd usually be alone or there would be someone standing at the urinal. so approach one of the urinals and start licking it. OK NO! i unzip and pee. then out of no where, there'd be this blastoise hyrdopump sound coming from my left/right side. i turn to see what actually is happening. and i see this guy peeing. WTF! it's like super soaker. the sound of the pee hitting the walls of the urinal is really monstrous. and it's like, every different guy does that. why isn't my pee that strong? is something wrong with my dick or is it because these people just flex their pelvic muscles and force their pee out? &lt;br /&gt;this really bothers me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said i'd fix Tommy(PSP) right? I DID! i changed the LCD screen and now it's working! woooooooooooohooooooooo! and i'm currently playing Kingdom Hearts: Birth by sleep. i'm waiting for Monster Hunter Portable 3rd to release their english version. i googled it and they say the english one is out already. but i cannot find it! somebody help me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are slowly creeping in. i'm really worried, and yet i don't revise my school work. my attitude towards school is getting from bad to worst. i skip lectures, tutorials and even labs. man, i'm so dead if this continues. i'm gonna try and get back on track. for the future, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-4043420838508842291?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4043420838508842291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=4043420838508842291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4043420838508842291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4043420838508842291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/07/toilet.html' title='toilet'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dcPqgfUdrQ/TicMhRoqxbI/AAAAAAAADQ8/JUrNzd4TvKE/s72-c/scaled.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7097137355865845600</id><published>2011-07-19T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:44:41.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>konichiwa</title><content type='html'>ok so i haven't been updating and all. nothing to update. life is just filled with Lynn right now..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my birthday was spent during a common test paper. i never thought that i'd be able to celebrate it, but my polymates gave me a surprise. and i was really surprised. they gave me a Pad. yes, the one girls use. then i received an aJays ear phone. whoaaaaaa! this is really cool. and girlfr gave me an Adidas water bottle which i suck on it every single day and it feels awesome. THANK YOU GUYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then.. what else is there to update about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like shit now. the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7097137355865845600?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7097137355865845600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7097137355865845600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7097137355865845600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7097137355865845600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/07/konichiwa.html' title='konichiwa'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-8186243695268737335</id><published>2011-06-16T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T01:32:24.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>points</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVInQRNyZRM/TfjpEFs3XcI/AAAAAAAADQ0/ZdYJb55QvMI/s1600/tumblr_lgyc92eng61qa89apo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVInQRNyZRM/TfjpEFs3XcI/AAAAAAAADQ0/ZdYJb55QvMI/s320/tumblr_lgyc92eng61qa89apo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618496791603797442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supsupsupsupsupsupsup peeps of the cyber world~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i haven't got a lot of things to blog about but i just wanna update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to buck up in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to at least be able to do common test papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need tutorials so that i can study for Omar's papers! FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be inside a class, with A8 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stfu some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to learn to be punctual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to call the vet or w/e to book an appointment for Yeogi's sterilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to learn how to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pick up my guitar more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more clothes, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a new pair of pants/shorts/bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new cap (if i don't cut my hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to collect the MacD glass can thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need new boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new acid wash jeans, blue color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new bag (bookmarked one already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go jamming with Cheok soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go Johor Bahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no wait! my parents talked about braces. FOR ME! damn i'm so excited. but i think they're just saying. i won't get braces at the end.. but at least they thought about it! a slim chance for me to get my teeth straight and nice and white and clean and all. i'm ok with the pain actually. all the extraction all the tightening.. i know i'm gonna have lots of complains. but i can sacrifice!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no pain no gain right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then again, i think i'm gonna look like a zombie from L4D after i have my braces. my mouth is so small put one cock inside also cannot. but i'm ok with it maaaaaan~ i have a girlfr already no scared! hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to stop typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to stop thinking of what to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to stop thinking of what i should type after "i need to.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to bathe now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to say byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-8186243695268737335?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8186243695268737335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=8186243695268737335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8186243695268737335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8186243695268737335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/06/points.html' title='points'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qVInQRNyZRM/TfjpEFs3XcI/AAAAAAAADQ0/ZdYJb55QvMI/s72-c/tumblr_lgyc92eng61qa89apo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6977567667366806088</id><published>2011-06-12T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T04:28:29.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lecturers/teachers</title><content type='html'>2 weeks break from school. study break.. i doubt i'm gonna study. i don't even know a single shit i've been studying for the past 9 weeks. ok not nothing, maybe like 1/4 of the modules.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously why did i even chose to take automation designs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought Omar was a good teacher, but i was wrong. so wrong. he's fucking sarcastic and he's like don't give a shit kind. he doesn't encourage/motivate his students. encouraging/motivating a student is part of a teacher's job goddamn it! wtf seriously.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had lab test last tuesday, i got the first wave form correct and i was really happy. cause i kind of figured it out myself. k i actually played around with all the knobs and shit in front of me. then comes the second wave form. i got it correct also, i got Omar to look at my wave form and he said i got it right. he was supposed to gimme marks for it, but i guess he forgot. so he went on to check on other students, and i went on to do the rest of the lab test. i couldn't get the answers for the rest of the labs so i kind of gave up. Omar came over and he fucking pissed me off like seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i asked him this: "Cher i pass right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he said, "Where is your second wave form? This one wrong leh.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I show you already what just now.. You say correct."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, you show me the wave form first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something was wrong with the whole circuit thing that's why my wave form disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you never get the wave form i cannot give you marks know" Omar said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But 'cher just now i show you, you say correct what.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think i give you border line pass la.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK! he said i got it right at first then now gimme shit.. wtf. i got really pissed off with what he's said. so fucking forgetful then gimme shit _|_ so because i was really pissed i decided to stop what i was doing and byebyeeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teachers should really learn to motivate students, treat them right, respect them. the student will definitely try his best and learn. everyone's gonna be happy at the end of the day. fucking Omar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on friday i had another lab test. i made a mistake. read the question wrongly. the lecturer came to check my answers and said that there was something wrong. i looked at the question again, WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA THE FUCK! how can i make such a mistake??? seriously i know how to do but i guess it was just not meant to be. i blame myself. but still i am proud of myself because, technically, i got 7/10. hahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k bed's calling. goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6977567667366806088?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6977567667366806088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6977567667366806088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6977567667366806088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6977567667366806088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/06/lecturersteachers.html' title='lecturers/teachers'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7437841975456692846</id><published>2011-06-09T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T01:00:38.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dashed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWdPZ4Phs0w/Te-qrwpobbI/AAAAAAAADQs/Ra7xQ6Ud59Y/s1600/4f84e3e6cff8cfe32c9400f1810dd04e-d3cin0y.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWdPZ4Phs0w/Te-qrwpobbI/AAAAAAAADQs/Ra7xQ6Ud59Y/s320/4f84e3e6cff8cfe32c9400f1810dd04e-d3cin0y.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615894929124912562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. it's been a while since i blogged huh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so life has been goooooooooooooood~ but still, school's really stressful. i know i haven't been doing much for school, but i'm still stressed out. you see, everyday i attend school, hoping that i can understand whatever the fuck the lecturers are trying to teach and all. but still i don't get shit inside my head. wtf is going on? i understand what i'm seeing, but when the question is given, i just dk how to start and where to start. this is really shit. feel like slapping my testicles in the nuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess i'll have to really make use of the 2 weeks study break..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then there's this another thing which i am really really stressed about. Beatty Alumni Youth Dinner. they're looking for people to perform, and i am really really really desperate. i really wanna perform, but then things came in the way. we're all busy and blablabla.. but i think, for now.. all we need is a bassist. preferably someone from Beatty. someone who's from Beatty and doesn't mine performing with a bunch of noobs. someone from Beatty, someone who doesn't mind performing with a bunch of noobs and someone who doesn't have ego issues. 谁！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7437841975456692846?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7437841975456692846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7437841975456692846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7437841975456692846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7437841975456692846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/06/dashed.html' title='dashed?'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OWdPZ4Phs0w/Te-qrwpobbI/AAAAAAAADQs/Ra7xQ6Ud59Y/s72-c/4f84e3e6cff8cfe32c9400f1810dd04e-d3cin0y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-4026716051139025052</id><published>2011-05-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:16:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it too late?</title><content type='html'>see i really regret not studying hard enough in poly. my results are shit.. and when my results are shit, my future will be screwed because i my qualifications can only get me this far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna end up getting a low paying job or just a stupid lame shit job in society next time. everyone's gonna leave me.. i so fucking regret. why am i coming to my senses only when i get to year 3?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope something, idk what thing, will happen to me soon. and that something will open a path for me.. it's gonna give me good life. with that i can give people around me, those that i love, a really good life. a happy life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it too late to work hard now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;now i know why emo kids will wanna just end their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-4026716051139025052?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4026716051139025052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=4026716051139025052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4026716051139025052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4026716051139025052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-it-too-late.html' title='is it too late?'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2765642548216249449</id><published>2011-05-21T02:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:12:07.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dovey</title><content type='html'>warning this post is gonna get really errr.. girly(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZMEudwfBQo/TddJnfujFVI/AAAAAAAADQg/9FNCOcux9hE/s1600/busedit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZMEudwfBQo/TddJnfujFVI/AAAAAAAADQg/9FNCOcux9hE/s320/busedit1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609032803793704274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi everybody i wanna announce to the world that i finally have a girlfr! ahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name is Lynn Yeo and i fucking love her to bits and pieces, dusts and bacteria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know, we've only known each other for a really short period of time. but this feeling, this really special feeling.. who can stop it? who can control? right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i didn't want things to go this fast, but i really can't help it. i wanted to know more about her before telling her how i feel, but i let the cat out of the bag too soon. i leaked without knowing and soon she found out how i felt about her. we went on several dates and blablabla.. and now we're a couple. i'm really fucking happy with my life now, not including the school part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm a real noob at this whole relationship thing, so that explains why i'm so excited about this "adventure". i have no idea how to be a boyfr and so i have to learn as i advance. i may get on your nerves because i show too much affection and i tell you how i feel all the time. i might not take much initiative because i am a sucker, idk what to do with my hands and my mouth(fr talking only). i might say things that make you unhappy because i talk without going through my brain, most of the time. i am insensitive, so i might say shit that are gonna hurt you or just piss you off. and i get jealous easily, this is gonna be real tough to deal with. hhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww i miss her already:( i miss looking at her cute face, i miss her rolling her eyes at me, i miss hearing her laugh, i miss her smell, i miss her really long  nails coursing down my arm, i miss tying her hair and fail at the end, i miss hearing her whine about me tying her hair, i miss her hitting me, i miss seeing her get jealous, i miss her making me jealous, i miss her lying on my shoulders, i miss lying on her head while she lie on my shoulders, i miss smelling her head(quite sick ah i know but i like la ok), i miss holding her hands, i miss acting like idk her, i miss making a fake phone call and comment about what she do to the fake person on the other side of the phone, i miss playing with her nails, i miss the bus rides, i miss the loops, i miss walking her home, i miss her saying i hate u, i miss hearing her sing her luoBABY's songs(go la go la hahhha), i miss telling her abt th story of th runner and I MISS LYNN YEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idc what people think about us, or me. ok maybe not idc, i won't let it affect me so much. you might say that i'm a fucking desperate mofo and all. but the truth is, i just cannot help it. i don't want things to end up like how it ended the last time.. fucking lame, drag drag drag.. in the end fail. so you see, i don't want shit like that to happen again, so risk it! like i always say, "In life, we gotta take risks." so true.. because i'm really really really really really having the time of my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys might judge and all, it's not cool. i judge too, but just keep whatever you have to yourselves ok? thank you very much. the end bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2765642548216249449?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2765642548216249449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2765642548216249449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2765642548216249449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2765642548216249449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/05/dovey.html' title='dovey'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZMEudwfBQo/TddJnfujFVI/AAAAAAAADQg/9FNCOcux9hE/s72-c/busedit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3418947530164428274</id><published>2011-05-19T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:59:44.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-id1V-4L-GFg/TdP63fQ0wJI/AAAAAAAADQQ/dxAgg0fYF_c/s1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-id1V-4L-GFg/TdP63fQ0wJI/AAAAAAAADQQ/dxAgg0fYF_c/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608101792198213778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong. somethings are just hard to know until you experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got no confidence, i get jealous easily, i'm emotional, i get affected by the littlest things, i'm very clingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3418947530164428274?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3418947530164428274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3418947530164428274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3418947530164428274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3418947530164428274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/05/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-id1V-4L-GFg/TdP63fQ0wJI/AAAAAAAADQQ/dxAgg0fYF_c/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7823031263790897941</id><published>2011-05-17T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:40:26.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nut'n</title><content type='html'>le nang ho ah! wa kin na jit gong hokkien weh ho bo? wa zai la, wa eh hokkien weh bo ho seh eh. ga wa jit eh chance ma.. bo ga wa chance, wa ma na eh improve tio bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok stop. confirm nobody understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QLH6bjAW6s/TdFQKs5BHFI/AAAAAAAADQI/IeTd-nAiqOg/s1600/ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QLH6bjAW6s/TdFQKs5BHFI/AAAAAAAADQI/IeTd-nAiqOg/s320/ok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607351155832200274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoes came and i look hot damn it! ahahhaha. it gives off this Dr. Martens feel you see. that's why i cannot wait to wear it again. i step scene kid one. but everything fake. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i feel like shit now whenever i attend school. i don't listen to shit in tutorials and lectures and i don't do shit in labs. actually i tried, but i just don't understand idk why. think my head is only occupied with one thing only:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE WHAT SMILE?! you think good ah like that? siao! good la, but still you have to study la fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i will study. after this week. ahahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VW07szuiZmo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna perform for Beatty Alumni Youth! please grant my wish. Viona.. Jasper.. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7823031263790897941?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7823031263790897941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7823031263790897941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7823031263790897941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7823031263790897941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/05/nutn.html' title='nut&apos;n'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QLH6bjAW6s/TdFQKs5BHFI/AAAAAAAADQI/IeTd-nAiqOg/s72-c/ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3331309136541880871</id><published>2011-05-12T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:28:55.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>child</title><content type='html'>hi. i haven't been updating this space for quite some time already. a lot has been going on lately and i feel both stress and completeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school hasn't been great so far. it's only the 3rd week and i'm already feeling the heat! i'm just not cut out to study and do well. but you know, i'm trying my best to understand and pay attention in lectures and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classmates.. let's call that person GU. i feel really pissed off some times when i talk  to GU. seriously wtf is wrong with you? ok i shall not continue because i don't want any stupid friendship shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdRms5nMDo8/TcrAjXoc5UI/AAAAAAAADQA/Xrkuc0prZRQ/s1600/untitled.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdRms5nMDo8/TcrAjXoc5UI/AAAAAAAADQA/Xrkuc0prZRQ/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605504400087639362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this shoe about a month ago from some fb supplier shit idk what you call it. i was really excited about receiving the package but it's been so fucking long and it's not here yet wtf is going on man! i wanna wear it! i come home everyday hoping that i'll see the brown colored box lying in the living room's floor. shit fuckers. if the shit comes and it doesn't look good i'll get really pissed off and i will sell it! cheebangs. but which guy has feet with the size of UK6? not many.. haiii. i actually fell in love at first sight, but after the waiting and all. i start to regret buying this. should've gotten the bag first instead of this. ok i just hope it arrives quickly, for now. don't cheat my money please. i waited for my IT fair pay just because i wanna get my feet into this pair of orgasmic shoes! my 63$, hurry up come to me, i don't wanna have regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MCQ7VLoY7bQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have anything to update about. i'll come back soon, hopefully with good news 2^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3331309136541880871?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3331309136541880871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3331309136541880871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3331309136541880871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3331309136541880871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/05/child.html' title='child'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdRms5nMDo8/TcrAjXoc5UI/AAAAAAAADQA/Xrkuc0prZRQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3978720079313871115</id><published>2011-05-06T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T02:34:51.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss yall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDtwztUychU/TcLrRJO0nAI/AAAAAAAADP4/Op-adovyjYI/s1600/10e0498cc6d53a9dbb5ae1acf51b5a388eaf8a31_m.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDtwztUychU/TcLrRJO0nAI/AAAAAAAADP4/Op-adovyjYI/s320/10e0498cc6d53a9dbb5ae1acf51b5a388eaf8a31_m.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603299566170708994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pug. such a cute breed. i really love pugs. and mastiffs! but i love Kumar Batman Wong Zhi Hao and Yeogi Robin Wong Si Min(i changed her name again) more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cannot accept the fact that ECC0908 is separated due to specialisms. what the fuck man.. i hate this! i fucking hate this. i am like a fucker without them. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i used to have so much fun going to school cause at least i get to laugh with all their company. we say things and the entire class understands, but now.. we say shit, they only hear pee. what kind of description right? ahahhaha. w/e..&lt;br /&gt;we've already created so many lingoes and all of us will just laugh or at least get the joke whenever we start saying them. i really miss singing, "And honestly i have been, BEGGING for ans-swers~!" fuck man seriously. go and die ah specialism!&lt;br /&gt;i used to get so much help from the smarter people in A8.. they explain, you don't understand, and they explain.&lt;br /&gt;miss disturbing everyone, seeing them grow impatient and getting really annoyed gives me a sense of achievement! idk why either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok.. there's a chinese saying, "Old ones go, new ones come." direct translation, idk how to say it in english.&lt;br /&gt;and it is so right! i'm really happy recently. like fucking fucking happy! i found something and i'm not gonna let it slip through my fingers like in the past. i feel really gay now.. my feminine side is slowly taking over. my "don't care la!" attitude and thinking is also fading. daaaaaaaaaaaaamn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the Golden Boi &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3978720079313871115?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3978720079313871115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3978720079313871115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3978720079313871115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3978720079313871115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-yall.html' title='i miss yall'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDtwztUychU/TcLrRJO0nAI/AAAAAAAADP4/Op-adovyjYI/s72-c/10e0498cc6d53a9dbb5ae1acf51b5a388eaf8a31_m.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-435782719981781357</id><published>2011-05-01T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:23:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman and Robin's reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/irG_Hoss4I8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;pardon the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-435782719981781357?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/435782719981781357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=435782719981781357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/435782719981781357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/435782719981781357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/05/batman-and-robins-reaction.html' title='Batman and Robin&apos;s reaction'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/irG_Hoss4I8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5079439180104194222</id><published>2011-05-01T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T02:04:45.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't affect shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;people make mistakes. they regret their mistakes. but what can be done about it? nothing. yes we dwell over it and we feel that the things that we do let the people around you down. yes it does, but what's important is that we realise our mistakes and learn from it. because, at least you know what you did wrong and really think twice before making the same mistakes again. this is just human, we let emotions take over and do stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a job man............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5079439180104194222?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5079439180104194222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5079439180104194222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5079439180104194222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5079439180104194222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-doesnt-affect-shit.html' title='it doesn&apos;t affect shit'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-956692657990058113</id><published>2011-04-20T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T02:04:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsdAauZ8OgY/Ta3OfE7SMsI/AAAAAAAADPw/V7Bseq7036g/s1600/6160_113386152043_575487043_2175444_1987049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsdAauZ8OgY/Ta3OfE7SMsI/AAAAAAAADPw/V7Bseq7036g/s320/6160_113386152043_575487043_2175444_1987049_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597356945185059522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new semester has already started and today's the third day. haiiii.. everything's different without A8 as a whole. seriously i really miss yall:((( so so so muchD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind, we're still friends! idk what to type now. brain block, i need sleep. anyway, i am really sad because we're on different paths and all now. (CB ONE FUCKING FLY FLEW INTO MY FACE!) ya la.. i want to see every single one of you in school still and hang together like we usually do. LURVESZXC &lt;3&lt;3 XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-956692657990058113?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/956692657990058113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=956692657990058113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/956692657990058113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/956692657990058113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsdAauZ8OgY/Ta3OfE7SMsI/AAAAAAAADPw/V7Bseq7036g/s72-c/6160_113386152043_575487043_2175444_1987049_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-930054888643141273</id><published>2011-04-15T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:41:08.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let us be champs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAfYq7NnYAk/TahXplYaYQI/AAAAAAAADPo/3M-dD51sWr8/s1600/cu1be.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAfYq7NnYAk/TahXplYaYQI/AAAAAAAADPo/3M-dD51sWr8/s320/cu1be.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595818908928598274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the name and number. because this person and his team will rise like the cobra in G.I Joe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the Tiger Football Tournament. i am fucking excited and nervous. shiaaat~ i hope i don't have the yips tomorrow. i wanna really perform and not AC NYOL down. please let us win.. not just win a few games, is win all the way! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's another thing. my hair without wax or cap is fucking nerd. so what am i gonna do tomorrow while playing soccer? we're in town man! jia lat. ok never mind. see how. it's the skills that matters(Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wanna go rehearse my celebration if i score already. fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-930054888643141273?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/930054888643141273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=930054888643141273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/930054888643141273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/930054888643141273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/let-us-be-champs.html' title='let us be champs.'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAfYq7NnYAk/TahXplYaYQI/AAAAAAAADPo/3M-dD51sWr8/s72-c/cu1be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6726727343924851124</id><published>2011-04-10T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T03:38:19.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnPauL5Uzj8/TaCyQaq1_MI/AAAAAAAADPQ/-OXzhbOELhg/s1600/hot3.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnPauL5Uzj8/TaCyQaq1_MI/AAAAAAAADPQ/-OXzhbOELhg/s320/hot3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593666732300827842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fK_vfBk8rS0/TaCyQAxReCI/AAAAAAAADPI/WYP7KT27KlM/s1600/hot2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fK_vfBk8rS0/TaCyQAxReCI/AAAAAAAADPI/WYP7KT27KlM/s320/hot2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593666725348472866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XAJsQW6R5w/TaCyP1vxB8I/AAAAAAAADPA/J2XJIHlxLG4/s1600/hot.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XAJsQW6R5w/TaCyP1vxB8I/AAAAAAAADPA/J2XJIHlxLG4/s320/hot.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593666722389362626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daaaaayum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UI2utqTAdTw/TaCyfx99ivI/AAAAAAAADPg/2WM1q1pzdG0/s1600/woohoo.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UI2utqTAdTw/TaCyfx99ivI/AAAAAAAADPg/2WM1q1pzdG0/s320/woohoo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593666996253068018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W9XvyUoixBA/TaCyQtXsLkI/AAAAAAAADPY/DUnX7mj00yQ/s1600/cuteness.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W9XvyUoixBA/TaCyQtXsLkI/AAAAAAAADPY/DUnX7mj00yQ/s320/cuteness.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593666737320767042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this last one is ultimate kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't she cute? wl eh.. Sarah Hyland, from Modern Family. she's fucking cute la wl eh i cannot maintain. ahhaha.  she may not look it, but she's 21 this year. somebody kill me please! i'm suffering from this massive heartache because i cannot reach her. ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i found out something really cool. you know how people always use hokkien vulgarities and it always sounds so damn errr.. uncivilized. idk what's the right word. but when people use english vulgarities, it just won't seem so errr.. jialat when compared to the hokkien ones. compare fuck and hong gan. the latter is definitely more crude/uncivilized. you wanna kick the habit of using such words but you just can't, because those words just brings out so much emotion. it expresses how you feel and it gives the situation you're in a really appropriate. it is hard to not say those words. and i realised something after having this little meet up with Monica a few days back. i heard her saying cb. and to me it didn't sound so cb like how we say it. in fact it sounded kind of cool. people always pronounce the word, "JI BAI". emphasising on the "JI" word. right? but Monica said, "CHEE BYE" and she said it with a "CHEE" hahahaha. so i think when you say "CHEE" instead of "JI" you'll sound better.  so i think if you add a little bit of slang to hokkien words it'll sound better. anyhow it's actually JI BAI, idk why people abbreviate the word to become CHEE BYE (cb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so our journey down Dr. Jis' Theory of the Living World ends. till next time. ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6726727343924851124?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6726727343924851124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6726727343924851124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6726727343924851124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6726727343924851124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/haley.html' title='haley'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnPauL5Uzj8/TaCyQaq1_MI/AAAAAAAADPQ/-OXzhbOELhg/s72-c/hot3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5170162311940411378</id><published>2011-04-08T04:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:11:40.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VF9-sEbqDvU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right? the voice daaaaaamn~ eh eh eh, like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after witnessing how my mum reacted to the spilled bee hoon. i've decided to REALLY REALLY think contemplate a hundred times. my dad always reminds me, "Siang, never marry a Hainanese woman. You must always remember this."&lt;br /&gt;now i know why he says that already. because hainanese women are really fucked up. they can't stop nagging, their face is damn irritating to look at. when you offend them, the next day will be your funeral already. why do i say these? because a fine example of that species lives amongst my family and i. OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;she nags at every single thing. like what happened earlier:&lt;br /&gt;my mum suddenly yelled, "OIE OIE OIE!" i turned around and saw her rolling her eyes at my dad. it was funny at first. she sat there mumbling all the "wu ah bo eh" then it got louder. "Siang, bring the tissues here. The whole thing!" i did as i was told. i went over and saw that LITTLE puddle of mess on the floor and looked at her. fucking, i cannot believe how she's making a big fuzz out of something so little (she just rubbed her ass on me while sweeping the floor. ahhahahaha. like 10 secs ago). then she nag nag nag nag nag nag nag nag nag x 1,000,000 times. and i looked at my dad, he just ignores her. even me, someone watching at the side side, got fucking irritated by her gattling-gun-like mouth. WHOA HARDCORE. seriously she can become rapper. a rapper better than Eminem. if she were to sing I Need a Doctor, the whole song will just end after 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only this, i have many other examples but that'll just take me 7 weeks to finish telling. and she can't not shout whenever she calls me. she'll just go, "WHERE ARE YOU?!" when i answer her call. cool mum or what? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i don't seem like it, i still love her. but sometimes i really wanna kill her. we have this love hate relationship&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5170162311940411378?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5170162311940411378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5170162311940411378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5170162311940411378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5170162311940411378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/amy.html' title='amy'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VF9-sEbqDvU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-4284797586854721773</id><published>2011-04-05T08:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T08:11:33.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6K9ZCHmTbQU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-4284797586854721773?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4284797586854721773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=4284797586854721773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4284797586854721773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4284797586854721773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok.html' title='ok?'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6K9ZCHmTbQU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-338673018054436322</id><published>2011-04-04T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T06:30:57.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k2Y_Vb1Ff0/TZndlwK7tVI/AAAAAAAADO4/7RZN8C9wEjk/s1600/rebecca_black___by_katyygo-d3d0sda.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k2Y_Vb1Ff0/TZndlwK7tVI/AAAAAAAADO4/7RZN8C9wEjk/s320/rebecca_black___by_katyygo-d3d0sda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591744053012837714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar injured his right hind leg and my heart broke instantlyD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were actually playing some ball shit inside the house's outside(only smart people can understand this). ok we were playing fetch. Yeogi, Kumar and i. and because Kumar always likes to catch the ball in mid air, i bounced the ball hard against the ground and the ball went really high. Kumar watched the ball as it landed for the first time and then leapt for the ball before it made its second contact with the ground. fuuuuuuuuuuck! Kumar jumped really really really really high and some how landed in some awkward position and injured himself. he tried to stand up but his efforts were futile. then, Kumar sat on the ground and let out a series of painful whines. i rushed to his side immediately and hugged the mofo in distress. still he whined and whined. Yeogi came by Kumar's side too. she went over to his injured leg and licked it. hahaha damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;then after a while, Kumar's whining faded and i asked, "Oie you ok or not? Ok already right?" then Kumar stood up with a limp, and tada!~ what a strong boy he is.&lt;br /&gt;you know the part where he whined and whined, i didn't know what to do, i was fucking worried and my heart is really in a state where it's on the verge of breaking. tsk.. i blame myself for the whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned my head to the TV and saw this fucking auntie taking picture of herself and acting cute _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and errr.. i know not many people read my blog but still i gotta try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tigerstreetfootball.com.sg/teams/team/vote/84.html"&gt;VOTE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR AC NYOL! we really wanna play in this tournament. it'll just take like less than a minute. please please please thankssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out that smiley faces are really useful and it actually is really important in the virtual world like here.&lt;br /&gt;every time i see smiley faces in text messages, i'd feel a happier idk why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a guy has smiley faces in his text doesn't mean that he's acting cute or what. it's just a way of expressing one self ok byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not yet. i realise nowadays i lose my temper real easily, i'm trying to control. some times people also think that i've lost my temper, in fact i didn't. i just speak in a way that shows that i'm angry/piss off. idk man, i'm not good with words.. ok bye. real one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-338673018054436322?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/338673018054436322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=338673018054436322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/338673018054436322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/338673018054436322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/04/whine.html' title='whine'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k2Y_Vb1Ff0/TZndlwK7tVI/AAAAAAAADO4/7RZN8C9wEjk/s72-c/rebecca_black___by_katyygo-d3d0sda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-4690477460789753682</id><published>2011-03-30T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T03:24:29.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battlestar galactica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OblEA7Y5HhU/TZHkmwWltrI/AAAAAAAADOg/nN3R8rBLLXs/s1600/200440_10150121141038014_726568013_6696896_4490351_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OblEA7Y5HhU/TZHkmwWltrI/AAAAAAAADOg/nN3R8rBLLXs/s320/200440_10150121141038014_726568013_6696896_4490351_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499967009306290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7PQQ4s9ewc/TZHkmrD4GCI/AAAAAAAADOY/XIBmZx08COA/s1600/200092_10150121158258014_726568013_6697071_2501043_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7PQQ4s9ewc/TZHkmrD4GCI/AAAAAAAADOY/XIBmZx08COA/s320/200092_10150121158258014_726568013_6697071_2501043_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499965588641826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutie hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfHcXLmE8iw/TZHkmmgi5vI/AAAAAAAADOQ/M70QNbQn48Q/s1600/198580_10150121148383014_726568013_6697015_7911515_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfHcXLmE8iw/TZHkmmgi5vI/AAAAAAAADOQ/M70QNbQn48Q/s320/198580_10150121148383014_726568013_6697015_7911515_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499964366710514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t380QtGxrew/TZHknOygsBI/AAAAAAAADOo/dvQdUEiiayk/s1600/200660_10150121141978014_726568013_6696914_2980003_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t380QtGxrew/TZHknOygsBI/AAAAAAAADOo/dvQdUEiiayk/s320/200660_10150121141978014_726568013_6696914_2980003_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499975179481106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;award winning picture already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsCBOniMO_k/TZHkdu89PHI/AAAAAAAADOA/-87hy1dhKqQ/s1600/197388_10150121143403014_726568013_6696940_4041677_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TsCBOniMO_k/TZHkdu89PHI/AAAAAAAADOA/-87hy1dhKqQ/s320/197388_10150121143403014_726568013_6696940_4041677_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499812014537842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxz7qIG2Q2s/TZHkdRjxKYI/AAAAAAAADN4/iOZ3XMHeAls/s1600/197308_10150121154118014_726568013_6697045_1152828_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxz7qIG2Q2s/TZHkdRjxKYI/AAAAAAAADN4/iOZ3XMHeAls/s320/197308_10150121154118014_726568013_6697045_1152828_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499804124260738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only whole Rubsytards were on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNxq1c5TCdc/TZHkdK5A18I/AAAAAAAADNw/qlsNsEhbceM/s1600/196576_10150121139938014_726568013_6696875_1669429_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNxq1c5TCdc/TZHkdK5A18I/AAAAAAAADNw/qlsNsEhbceM/s320/196576_10150121139938014_726568013_6696875_1669429_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499802334320578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACTYGdAir9E/TZHkdDWbiLI/AAAAAAAADNo/Dyekos-Yz18/s1600/196436_10150121143548014_726568013_6696944_3887561_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACTYGdAir9E/TZHkdDWbiLI/AAAAAAAADNo/Dyekos-Yz18/s320/196436_10150121143548014_726568013_6696944_3887561_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499800310220978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZplZ5RB0lqU/TZHkdvJO1wI/AAAAAAAADOI/BOzgr_or03o/s1600/197908_10150121144263014_726568013_6696954_6697711_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZplZ5RB0lqU/TZHkdvJO1wI/AAAAAAAADOI/BOzgr_or03o/s320/197908_10150121144263014_726568013_6696954_6697711_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499812066023170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha this picture last warning sia really. you see the fucker at the right. ahhahahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i got new hair, i think it sucks. ahhahaha. but don't care it's gonna grow. like i said, "In Life, You Gotta Take Risks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back, the gang went to USS and it rocked! fucking fun! at first, honestly, i was reluctant to go because i can't bear to see 66$ fly away. but after stepping foot into the place, i saw Woody Wood Pecker and got excited all of a sudden. so i told myself, "Nahh.. It's gonna be fun." and indeed it was! hoped on the ride, Enchanted Airway, and got all hyped up! &lt;br /&gt;all the rides were good, but the best was none other than Battlestar Galactica. OMFG! that shit is the best. my virgin moment! it was the first time i got on a roller coaster and i loved it like how i love my dogs! shiaaaaaaat! seriously! i am addicted to it. i cannot stop thinking about it when i got home. i can even feel the thing that BG gave me when it dropped from like 14 storeys. WL EH! i swear i will go there again. THE SPACE TROOPERS WILL BE BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-4690477460789753682?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4690477460789753682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=4690477460789753682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4690477460789753682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4690477460789753682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/battlestar-galactica.html' title='battlestar galactica'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OblEA7Y5HhU/TZHkmwWltrI/AAAAAAAADOg/nN3R8rBLLXs/s72-c/200440_10150121141038014_726568013_6696896_4490351_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6264859812484939147</id><published>2011-03-28T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T02:20:23.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>future</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X5Keu1Y3ph8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wl i wanna have his face also :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so damn long, i still cannot recall what i wanted to blog about the last time. don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a few hours time i have to be at harbourfront station. first time stepping foot on Universal Studio Singapore's tiles and all. but i heard news that, tickets might sell out and all. so idk.. the purpose of me going there is because i wanna ride the roller coaster(i've never been on one before) and Viona Ding is gonna start attachment soon. meaning her ass won't be as free as now, so her bunch of good friends and not forgetting her boyfr is gonna make her wish come trueeeeee~ right? ahhahaha. remember us when you become successful next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of days ago, Jason calculated my future through some dk what.. and he sent me the results through text message and i was skeptical at first, but after reading what he sent. FOOOF! like 70% of the words in the text was through. totally matches my character. lazy to type all the shit that was in the text, so i'm just gonna summarise everything:&lt;br /&gt;i won't lead a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya like that. ok sleep now, fun later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ps, lemme find a 100SGD note some where later when i go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6264859812484939147?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6264859812484939147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6264859812484939147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6264859812484939147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6264859812484939147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/future.html' title='future'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X5Keu1Y3ph8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2345383041694047364</id><published>2011-03-23T04:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:34:18.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and i think tumblr sucks because what most people do is just reblog pictures and messages on pictures when they're nice. wtf?! yes i wanna see interesting pictures but i also wanna see words typed by the owner you fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k maybe i don't use tumblr so idk if there's actually words or not. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2345383041694047364?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2345383041694047364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2345383041694047364' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2345383041694047364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2345383041694047364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-and-i-think-tumblr-sucks-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3377770682514613166</id><published>2011-03-23T04:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T04:28:58.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jkewsO8-nQ/TYkBIIpi7qI/AAAAAAAADNY/6QaUtIZk4t0/s1600/tumblr_lh7q7krTkD1qbpeuho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jkewsO8-nQ/TYkBIIpi7qI/AAAAAAAADNY/6QaUtIZk4t0/s320/tumblr_lh7q7krTkD1qbpeuho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586998052002131618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my body clock's all fucked up that's why i'm blogging at this time. i've wanting to blog about something but i forgot what it was about. fk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess all of the polytechnics in Singapore has released their results. yes ahhhhhhhhh! i passed all of my modules and i maintained my shitty GPA. good! at least i didn't degrade(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ahhh, i can't remember what i wanna blog about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd be able to buy lotsa shit when i finished working at the IT fair/show. but then i found time to come up with a rough amount of what i have earned during the IT fair/show on the bus. yes, i found time on the bus. i found the answer in approximately less than 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat there on the bus and counted the number of netbooks and notebooks i sold. i'm not really sure of how much the commission is for each netbook and notebook i sold, so i just gave them both a 5$ commission. i sold around 30? =&gt;30? i forgot. 5 multiplied by 30 is 150. 150 + 120(my basic pay) = 270.&lt;br /&gt;i fucking earned 270$ when i talked like a gattling gun, put in the effort to write my name on almost every single piece of brochure and i got sick right after the whole shit ended! wtf is this?! this can't be happening man! i wanna get so many things. i wanna get my distortion pad, i wanna get a new cap, i wanna get a new pair of shoe, i wanna get a new pants. wtfffffffffffffffff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i still cannot remember what i wanna blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been intoxicating myself with Arctic Monkeys this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKI3ljpbNK4/TYkEuu3HjvI/AAAAAAAADNg/n3BKWtp4Mbg/s1600/16153_167144138013_726568013_2906169_2774887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKI3ljpbNK4/TYkEuu3HjvI/AAAAAAAADNg/n3BKWtp4Mbg/s320/16153_167144138013_726568013_2906169_2774887_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587002013629517554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday James Li Kun Quan! your muscles are getting really huge you know. i browsed through our old photos and compared to now, you're really like The Incredible Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;it's obvious that we've drifted.. i don't want that man. i enjoy your company because you're an asshole. no la, because i like to see you get irritated. i miss you :( it's your 21st already, why didn't you make a damn chalet or something like that and invite all your chiobu friends over?! daaaaaamn what a waste. ok sorry. ok i will see you real soon! xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3377770682514613166?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3377770682514613166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3377770682514613166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3377770682514613166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3377770682514613166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/scummy.html' title='scummy'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jkewsO8-nQ/TYkBIIpi7qI/AAAAAAAADNY/6QaUtIZk4t0/s72-c/tumblr_lh7q7krTkD1qbpeuho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-8423828652976461221</id><published>2011-03-14T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:07:56.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chainsaws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHl7dvSjNmk/TX3l7w2TNmI/AAAAAAAADNQ/L1sNtIRqg9U/s1600/tumblr_lgdvsc38qe1qgdf6ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHl7dvSjNmk/TX3l7w2TNmI/AAAAAAAADNQ/L1sNtIRqg9U/s320/tumblr_lgdvsc38qe1qgdf6ro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583871927896979042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad, yet inspiring. don't even seem sad at all. cute at the same time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the IT fair has finally ended. tiring and frustrating, but fun! i like.. &lt;br /&gt;i can say that "Hello, laptop for you sir?" lingered around my lips for more than 300 times. and in spite of the amount of times i've said it, i only got less than 40 sales. stress.. idk why, but people always walk pass our booth and stare stare at our notebooks/netbooks for more than 5 seconds, and when we approach them, "Need any help?" they'd just shake their head or just walk away from no response. stupid fuckers. not interested then see see look look smlj right? haiaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i feel kind of a happy when people respond to my, "Hello laptop for you?" or "Need any help?" or "Come take a look at our laptops!" a simple smile will do. but a "No, thank you!" is enough to make my day already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having this really bad sore throat, probably because of all the talking or the not-enough-sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-8423828652976461221?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8423828652976461221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=8423828652976461221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8423828652976461221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8423828652976461221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/chainsaws.html' title='chainsaws'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JHl7dvSjNmk/TX3l7w2TNmI/AAAAAAAADNQ/L1sNtIRqg9U/s72-c/tumblr_lgdvsc38qe1qgdf6ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7942342368360465586</id><published>2011-03-11T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:32:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nowhere boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S0Ow3w5x21U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7942342368360465586?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7942342368360465586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7942342368360465586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7942342368360465586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7942342368360465586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/nowhere-boy.html' title='nowhere boy'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S0Ow3w5x21U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7325612248568287748</id><published>2011-03-10T04:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T04:03:44.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i5 processor</title><content type='html'>ok in a few hours time i'll become promoter at th IT fair, promoting Samsung's laptop. i cant sleep because i keep thinking abt wht will happen ltr and all. im afraid tht i might come across customers tht are fucked up and i dont knw hw t handle them. hopefully such things wont happen t me la hor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna be a good sales man/promoter ltr and get lots and lots of commission so tht i wont let th ppl who hired me down. this is rly different frm studying fr exams. exams, u study fr urself. th results concern no one else but urself. good or bad, it's all u, no one else, jst u. work, u work fr othrs and urself. th results concerns othrs and urself. good or bad, it's nt only u, u affect business and th sales margin and all. ohmaaaaan! im so dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sleep goodnight. aft work, im gna be free like a bird, a tweety bird. or a kukubird. ok th end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7325612248568287748?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7325612248568287748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7325612248568287748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7325612248568287748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7325612248568287748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/i5-processor.html' title='i5 processor'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2261838089819195420</id><published>2011-03-05T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T02:08:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWX39BAxcyo/TXEnyOLowBI/AAAAAAAADNI/htUkoo_Pngk/s1600/The_Strokes_by_xMeganxGilmoreGirlsx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWX39BAxcyo/TXEnyOLowBI/AAAAAAAADNI/htUkoo_Pngk/s320/The_Strokes_by_xMeganxGilmoreGirlsx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580285157042602002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot get enough of The Strokes. one of my favorite bands now. eff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to control my dogs, Batman and Robin. they keep barking and idk what the fuck to do with them. i scold them, i cover their mouths i even hit their butt. but they just keep barking. fk! they really bark at every little thing. even when a butterfly flies pass the vicinity of Tuas, they'll also know. wtf is wrong with them? i bet they know the color of the butterfly too. shit! i read up on all the guide where you teach your dogs not to bark at every single thing. but idk how to start. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOW?! stuuuuuuuuuuuuuupid ah! why can't my dogs just born friendly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why batman robin why not born this way~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2261838089819195420?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2261838089819195420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2261838089819195420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2261838089819195420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2261838089819195420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/03/solo.html' title='solo'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UWX39BAxcyo/TXEnyOLowBI/AAAAAAAADNI/htUkoo_Pngk/s72-c/The_Strokes_by_xMeganxGilmoreGirlsx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5837022989472590867</id><published>2011-02-26T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:32:25.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECC0908</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you miss me, you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours, but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we exchange numbers, but text instead of call because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u.” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear to care, but not too much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. There is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. Think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. In some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: you are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored? Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see. But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal, deliberate, and means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most importantly, it’s flawed. There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Ashton Kutcher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bojPuVoIaU/TW0d3OjOIMI/AAAAAAAADNA/EV5T4PrcenQ/s1600/185740_1806210005803_1556499330_31831225_5836584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bojPuVoIaU/TW0d3OjOIMI/AAAAAAAADNA/EV5T4PrcenQ/s320/185740_1806210005803_1556499330_31831225_5836584_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579148348017746114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ah! school's out for NYP ECC students. foooooooooof! yipee jfj already. i don't really feel anything. just a really heavy load off my tiny skin wrap bone body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking ah, since it's the last day we'll be together. not like we won't have gatherings again ah, but yknow~ &lt;br /&gt;i didn't really liked the class at first, i felt damn outcasted and all. and i was anti-social, so i didn't know what you guys were like, which resulted in like.. hated being in the class and all. but then after a few weeks i realised that you guys are a really fun bunch of people to be around with. it's a shame that we only can spend 2 years together. but still i hope we'll like meet up in school for a simple lunch or something like that ah. i don't wanna see you guys in campus and just go, "Eh! Hi!" then walk off already. will miss y'all &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5837022989472590867?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5837022989472590867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5837022989472590867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5837022989472590867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5837022989472590867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/02/ecc0908.html' title='ECC0908'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bojPuVoIaU/TW0d3OjOIMI/AAAAAAAADNA/EV5T4PrcenQ/s72-c/185740_1806210005803_1556499330_31831225_5836584_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1689183634194067471</id><published>2011-02-25T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T02:01:16.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzTnAYv3WrU/TWab51yau1I/AAAAAAAADMw/kMarZFQ4Bac/s1600/IMG_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzTnAYv3WrU/TWab51yau1I/AAAAAAAADMw/kMarZFQ4Bac/s320/IMG_0825.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577316606538333010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i very handsome here that's why upload this one. ahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBx300eWTI8/TWab6NJSO1I/AAAAAAAADM4/EIDaoVMV_gw/s1600/IMG_0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBx300eWTI8/TWab6NJSO1I/AAAAAAAADM4/EIDaoVMV_gw/s320/IMG_0835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577316612808260434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my father's a really good father. to me he's very handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~ i think there's something wrong with my body. i get headache a lot nowadays. i don't wanna say what i think here. eff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exams HOR~ i think i will start drawing my Captain Awesome hahaha. i know, by saying this i'm like a fucker, trying to show off my drawing skills and all. acting like the comic strip shit will be a big hit in the SG. but yknow~ i've got nothing better to do. actually there's a lot of things for me to do, but i chose to draw. because that is like one of the little things that i'm good at.&lt;br /&gt;then after that, i will practice my guitar. FUCKING! i changed the string a few weeks/days ago and it's getting rusty already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i will find a pet clinic or w/e and sterilize the dogs. if one day they were to have intercourse means GG. baby come out retarded. if not must go for abortion like risky. ok the end byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1689183634194067471?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1689183634194067471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1689183634194067471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1689183634194067471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1689183634194067471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-i-very-handsome-here-thats-why.html' title='DOWIT!'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzTnAYv3WrU/TWab51yau1I/AAAAAAAADMw/kMarZFQ4Bac/s72-c/IMG_0825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7663796726871480084</id><published>2011-02-17T03:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T04:12:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents' Champ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-1nx0UbkxM/TVwtPnZInQI/AAAAAAAADMo/xG70MvbsVlI/s1600/20254.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-1nx0UbkxM/TVwtPnZInQI/AAAAAAAADMo/xG70MvbsVlI/s320/20254.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574380185073523970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rock is back on WWE! goddammit! i'm gonna start watching WWE naowzxczxc. in fact, i'm watching it right now. The Rock's mouth is reaaaaaaaaally coolzxc. he whips all the words out from his mouth like a gattling gun and it kicks ass. it kicks so much ass. omfg!&lt;br /&gt;i used to have this huge red colored mouse or w/e doll. and that doll was my wrestling partner. i'd do all the shit i see on WWE/WWF on the doll and it always gets so messed up that the cotton inside would just fall out from the holes i create while performing high risk maneuvers on it. then my grand mother would seal up all the holes with her handy dandy sewing kid. awwww~&lt;br /&gt;despite having this huge doll as a sparring partner, i'd still be unsatisfied. it doesn't feel like i'm wrestling with a person cause it's soft and stuff. so.. i went to my parents, i'd perform Walls of Jericho on my mum and she'd be like, "ENOUGH ENOUGH!" then when i let go, she'd say it felt good and all.. and for my dad, i'd just do all the nonsense i come up with. and he'll just play along acting like he's in a lot of pain. he raises his arms wanting to tap but he resists then finally he taps out. fucking fun.. i miss being a kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! WHAT THE ROCK. IS. COOKIN'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps, my neighbours used to call me Rock because i told them to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7663796726871480084?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7663796726871480084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7663796726871480084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7663796726871480084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7663796726871480084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/02/rock.html' title='My Parents&apos; Champ'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-1nx0UbkxM/TVwtPnZInQI/AAAAAAAADMo/xG70MvbsVlI/s72-c/20254.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5173205969460773058</id><published>2011-02-16T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:30:22.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumar Batman Wong &amp; Yeogi Robin Wong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKdwW4JQRuc/TVrPyvhfb6I/AAAAAAAADMY/tL6Z-iJTbY4/s1600/2011-02-15%2B20.43.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKdwW4JQRuc/TVrPyvhfb6I/AAAAAAAADMY/tL6Z-iJTbY4/s320/2011-02-15%2B20.43.19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573995959481757602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7xe7kwJYMc/TVrPzL9fZSI/AAAAAAAADMg/SEhxLv-v8VI/s1600/2011-02-15%2B20.50.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7xe7kwJYMc/TVrPzL9fZSI/AAAAAAAADMg/SEhxLv-v8VI/s320/2011-02-15%2B20.50.00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573995967115388194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel really blessed to actually have these 2 dogs. idk if it's just me or what but i think they really love me a lot. ahhahahhaa. example, they see the bicycle that Wei Jie lent to me as something dangerous. especially when it moves. they'll just bark at it and all. then when i ride it and they loses sight of me they'll start whining, like they're afraid that the bicycle might hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;then whenever i go out, and they're unleashed, they stick their head out of the gate and whine and whine until i'm completely out of sight or is it because i cannot hear them whine due to the distance. awwwwwww~ that's the feel that they give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;a few moments ago, i imagined how it would be if they grew old and all.. i started feeling damn fucked up inside, then tears start to roll in my eyes. omg~ just the thought and i'm already so weak. what if that day comes? i know that day will come. i think i'd be devastated and everything will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get them their kennel soon man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5173205969460773058?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5173205969460773058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5173205969460773058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5173205969460773058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5173205969460773058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/02/kumar-batman-wong-yeogi-robin-wong.html' title='Kumar Batman Wong &amp; Yeogi Robin Wong'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKdwW4JQRuc/TVrPyvhfb6I/AAAAAAAADMY/tL6Z-iJTbY4/s72-c/2011-02-15%2B20.43.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1287851211755208386</id><published>2011-02-11T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T02:32:13.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TVQsdQ14NvI/AAAAAAAADMQ/_wQRCTxlm-k/s1600/group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TVQsdQ14NvI/AAAAAAAADMQ/_wQRCTxlm-k/s320/group1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572127520212924146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since we took a group picture huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, in front of the computer. really pissed with the laggy-ness of my desktop. my laptop's still not repaired yet. the fees are really expensive, and i don't wanna see my parents spend so much money. so yknow~ i'm just gonna wait. until when? idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeogi(according to my sister, that is actually how you spell her name), my dog, bit my Havaianas flip flops into pieces and i was damn pissed. no i am still pissed. wtf.. of all things, she has to fucking chew on my flip flops. actually i cannot blame her, she's got nothing to play with. i blame my mum. i told her not to fucking wear my flip flops already. and even if she were to wear them, PLEASE BRING IT INSIDE THE HOUSE. she don't listen! wtf?! now i have no flip flops. actually i have, but i don't wanna wear those. very weird. maaaaaaaaaan~ i gotta get myself a new pair. i'll draw the one that i've been looking for next time. i think it's damn sexaye~ i saw this auntie wearing it on the bus and i fell down, into a bowl filled with heart shaped pudding. the puddings are pink and there are natta de cocos inside each puddings. the puddings had perky little jiggles and they looked so cute. then one of them said, "Fuck off man! You're really heavy! Shoo!" and i jumped for joy because he said i was heavy. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TVQsdOWzQ8I/AAAAAAAADMI/sqgcKVDqCbs/s1600/why%2Bjis%2Bnick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TVQsdOWzQ8I/AAAAAAAADMI/sqgcKVDqCbs/s320/why%2Bjis%2Bnick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572127519545705410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this picture. 3 NCC mofos. miss those times when we were still cadets and all we have hanging around our lips were, "ONE FOR ALL, ALL FOR ONE!" where my NC' brudders at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1287851211755208386?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1287851211755208386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1287851211755208386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1287851211755208386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1287851211755208386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/02/puds.html' title='puds'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TVQsdQ14NvI/AAAAAAAADMQ/_wQRCTxlm-k/s72-c/group1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1292898196603069663</id><published>2011-02-07T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T03:01:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soldier</title><content type='html'>our dear friend Ng Wei Jie is gna be enlisted ltr tday at approximately 0830 hours. maaaaan, im rly gna miss tht fker. but then again, wht could happen t him right? he cn take care of himself. but thn again again.. ahhh, it's only 2 weeks. he'll be fine. wht im afraid of is tht he gt no internet access over thr. whn thr's no internet access, he cnt surf porn, his little weener is gna suffer. hahaahha. k la.. chill out. 2 weeks will be over real quickly. take care man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1292898196603069663?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1292898196603069663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1292898196603069663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1292898196603069663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1292898196603069663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/02/soldier.html' title='soldier'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1084519626024636105</id><published>2011-02-04T05:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T05:16:40.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crabs</title><content type='html'>first day of CNY was kinda mundane. maybe it's because i freaking woke up at 4pm. but it's alright, at least i got my fingers rubbing on the mahjong tiles~ ohyea.. mahjong's good, mahjong's great, mahjong wan sui wan sui wan wan sui~~ and i lost only 1$ ahhahaha. record breaking! i usually lose almost all my assets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day should be a lot better, because there will be this lion dancing troop coming to do some dancing at my house. with all the noise, my dogs are gonna bark like mad. man, they're so gonna get their throats so sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i couldn't have reunion dinner with my family and relatives because i had to work on CNY eve. which wasn't that bad actually, i earned 90$ in 6 hours. and in that 6 hours, i only had to serve food and act busy. and also stare at Tong Tong's headlights (@weijie 2^^) haahhahahahaha. Tong Tong is this china girl there. k i stop with the Tong Tong thing.&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this mofo auntie.. some of us were assigned to serve food and all, and we were supposed to queue and wait for our turn to get the food and serve. then that mofo-ing auntie dk doing wtf, scared cannot serve come and cut our queue _|_ then the face like one cock like that, fucking mild overlapping jaw face. feel like slapping her serious no joke. then wanna act like very experienced like that, give the lj bin then order the actual staffs there to do things all. &lt;br /&gt;Zhao Chong Wei, this guy. i can say he's one of the best employees that the seafood restaurant has employed. he's really friendly and helpful and yknow the way he talks give you a homey feeling. hhahaa. although i only got to interact with him for a few minutes, i can tell that he has a good heart. &lt;br /&gt;THEN.. there's an old lady. from what i see, i think she's been on Earth for more than 85 years already. idk what happened, but according to Jonathan Lau/Ng Wei Jie(?) she choked on something. there wasn't much mayhem, but everybody had their attention on the table that she was sitting on. and in just a split second, the ambulance came and she was being admitted to the hospital. tsktsk.. life is fragile. one small little mistake and your life is in jeopardy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1084519626024636105?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1084519626024636105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1084519626024636105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1084519626024636105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1084519626024636105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/02/crabs.html' title='crabs'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1123320324188986713</id><published>2011-02-02T05:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:17:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delirium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TUh1A0TxUEI/AAAAAAAADL8/koRPm52O9rc/s1600/flying_books__freedom_to_read_by_knows_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TUh1A0TxUEI/AAAAAAAADL8/koRPm52O9rc/s320/flying_books__freedom_to_read_by_knows_flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568829596145635394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i can do something like that. throw away all the school related stuff away. eff! exams are approaching and i've yet to start on revisions. what's gonna happen to me when i grow up and go into society...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is in a day's time. i've got my clothes, but i think i got them on impulse. but never mind, i get to receive ang bao. and here's the list of shit i wanna buy:&lt;br /&gt;1. amplifier&lt;br /&gt;2. cap&lt;br /&gt;3. new shoes&lt;br /&gt;4. distortion pad(?)&lt;br /&gt;5. jeans&lt;br /&gt;6. at least an alarm clock, those with the 2 bells at the top.&lt;br /&gt;7. i can never have enough to please myself.. the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot sleep because just now during supper, at somewhere near Lavender, Jason Ho Xin Zhe that mofo told us some ghost stories about his school. at first i didn't feel anything, but as soon as i start imagining shit happening to me.. KENA LIAOZXCZXCZ! stress.. my eyelids are heavy already, but i don't dare to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh! don't care. byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1123320324188986713?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1123320324188986713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1123320324188986713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1123320324188986713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1123320324188986713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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height="164" border="0" alt="create avatar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really sleepy, but i just don't wanna sleep yet. &lt;br /&gt;i'm actually feel more stressful about my Captain Awesome and CNY than school work. but still, school work comes first. i say that school comes first, but my actions doesn't show shit. haaaaaaaaaaiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a hair cut and it's really short now. i feel weird, days without fringe is good. and having wax on your hair sucks. so in conclusion, i have no comments about the super sayan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7444581967369422461?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7444581967369422461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7444581967369422461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7444581967369422461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7444581967369422461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-be-same-tomorrow.html' title='we&apos;ll be the same tomorrow'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-8747090646598374803</id><published>2011-01-25T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T03:04:15.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>message tone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TT3KlhSp8VI/AAAAAAAADLs/38Kx0USOQYE/s1600/shoryuken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TT3KlhSp8VI/AAAAAAAADLs/38Kx0USOQYE/s320/shoryuken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565827460440387922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever did this has the patience that is skyscraping through the clouds and then the ozone layer 4 seconds later. i got the chance to play this little gadget while i was still working at Toys R Us. and it is one mother fucker. once you make a mistake on it, you gotta restart the whole shit. meaning, this guy did this without mistakes. damn impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost 3, and i'm still not alseep. but before i turn in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TT3MV33WbhI/AAAAAAAADL0/IYL8Yx2z80A/s1600/35136_409835753089_550918089_4565713_6839758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TT3MV33WbhI/AAAAAAAADL0/IYL8Yx2z80A/s320/35136_409835753089_550918089_4565713_6839758_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565829390645227026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WUI MING!&lt;br /&gt;i know, we're not really close but still.. you kinda played a big part in my life. sucks to have to worry during your birthday, your 21st birthday. i really hope you get the chance to see this. be well, i'll pray for you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-8747090646598374803?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TTSPapbckNI/AAAAAAAADLk/-E6bh5U83ac/s320/inspire.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563229127669747922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enlarge and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya, i saw this really retarded cab driver today at Junction 8. there were so many cars on the road beside Bishan Library. then this cab driver suddenly slow, causing a short little jam. everybody honked and honked at the cab. i looked at the cab driver through his wind screen and saw something really stupid. he was digging his damn nose! like really vigorously. he seemed really concentrated. and i can understand. because sometimes if there's this piece of snort that is really stubborn and doesn't want to come out, you will need to have a lot of concentration to get that mofo out. so yeaa~ but still, don't dig dig your nose all happily in public la.. inside car also people can see. so to avoid this, just blow your nose every morning while bathing or brushing your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;even if you are smart, life cannot guarantee you that you will succeed. success will find you through hardwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-282295635232689182?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/282295635232689182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=282295635232689182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/282295635232689182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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wanna strum my guitar.. i wanna have a band, i wanna do covers of songs and have originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start to wonder what i'm gonna do after i've finished serving th nation. and there's always this one thing.. be in a band, write music, let the world listen, and make it big.. but i dont think i'm good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got school later at 10. fk i don't wanna go. go already also never listen go for wht right? i'll just end up talking or draw my captain awesome. &lt;br /&gt;speaking of captain awesome, i decided to make some changes. to his adventures. there'll be this other hero, a much cooler hero. i'm not gonna reveal him, cause his name is waaaay too cool. later people steal. hahaha. but yknow, i don't think i'll even start drawing. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-188343567092841965?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-298760564831516896</id><published>2011-01-13T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:06:28.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TS3d40XEQ_I/AAAAAAAADLc/GtKdrTyJZyw/s1600/Sleeping__by_eaglesgal54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TS3d40XEQ_I/AAAAAAAADLc/GtKdrTyJZyw/s320/Sleeping__by_eaglesgal54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561345083070235634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polar or dog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been feeling well both mentally and physically. i get tired so easily. even after i just wake up from a long sleep/nap i still feel tired. what's happening to me? haiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't get to jam last sunday because some things got in the way. but i hope this coming sunday can. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been attempting to create my Captain Awesome but the concept that i want just isn't there. i want C.A. to look super cool and at the same time goofy. i want the drawing to look cool and yet cartoony.. yknow!? i won't give up. creating a comic strip has always been one of my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can dream, you can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-298760564831516896?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/298760564831516896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6269024308199128319</id><published>2011-01-10T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T04:18:04.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOf3kYtwASo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pOf3kYtwASo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6269024308199128319?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6269024308199128319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6269024308199128319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6269024308199128319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6269024308199128319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/01/crazy-lips.html' title='crazy lips'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7937551266816257951</id><published>2011-01-06T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:06:35.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same high?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TRd0bnHA7KI/AAAAAAAADK0/qmQ9fsh7TIw/s1600/6FEBA911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TRd0bnHA7KI/AAAAAAAADK0/qmQ9fsh7TIw/s320/6FEBA911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555036683088489634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i lose my temper realy easy nowadays. i tried to control as much as i can, when i start to get really pissed. ahh don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the 3 paper that i took during common tests, i failed 1 and pass 2. wasn't really what i expected. i thought i'd fail all. hhaha cause i had doubts on all the questions that i attempted. but yknow~ turns out my last minute studying paid off. GOODED AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i've been trying to create the superhero that just rose from nowhere and many comics industries has been showing much intrigue in it. i've received calls from many publishers but i turned them all down because idk how to draw the costume and all. i gotta at least come up with a costume for CAPTAIN AWESOME, then i'll consider publishing my comic books. hahahahahaa. k talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go jamming this coming sunday. OHMAN! it's been so long since i last jammed like a mofo-ing butter knife. i hope everything turns out well. the end bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7937551266816257951?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7937551266816257951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7937551266816257951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7937551266816257951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7937551266816257951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/01/same-high.html' title='same high?'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TRd0bnHA7KI/AAAAAAAADK0/qmQ9fsh7TIw/s72-c/6FEBA911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2233317529914967191</id><published>2011-01-03T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:35:32.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Captain Awesome Issue #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TSHrxjvBVKI/AAAAAAAADLU/DBsG8mm0ksg/s1600/107830984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TSHrxjvBVKI/AAAAAAAADLU/DBsG8mm0ksg/s320/107830984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557982651790480546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was like made on purpose. but after a closer look, i realised it was carved. wtf right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just swiped and ant away from the table and it literally floated until it reached the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i don't have any pictures from New Year's eve/New Year. because we spent it at my house and it wasn't as exciting as the past years. just a simple steamboat session/games with hilarious forfeits/poker. yaaaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting all over again, and i can feel the EVAAAAAAIL presence of the EVAAAAAAAIL villain of the EVAAAAAAAAAIL land called Stressiopia, Dr. Stress! yes! Dr. Stress is back. secretly planting Stress Mines in the fortress and solitude of the AWWWWWWWWWESOME hero of the AWWWWWWWWWWWESOME land where the AWWWWWWWWWWWESOME people lived called Awesome Island(NOTE: "Island" in "Awesome Island" is pronounced as IS-LAND), Captain Awesome. but the AWWWWWWWWWWESOME senses of the AWWWWWWWWWESOME hero of the AWWWWWWWWWWWESOME land where the AWWWWWWWWWWWESOME people lived called Awesome Island can easily sense the EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL stench of EVAAAAAAIL presence of the EVAAAAAAAIL villain of the EVAAAAAAAAAIL land called Stressiopia, Dr. Stress! (k i'm gonna stop the many AWWWWWWWWESOME and EVAAAAAAIL thing already) so Captain Awesome swoops out from one of the window of Captain Awesome's hideout, The Awesome Hideout, creating an awesome entrance for Captain Awesome where many junkies watching on TV went, "hurhurhur, that is freakin' AAAAAAAAAAAHSOME dooooood! *sniff sniff"&lt;br /&gt;Captain Awesome dove into the EVAAAAAAAAAAAIL Dr. Stress' EVAAAAAAAAAAAAIL combat range and they started exchanging AWWWWWWWWWESOME yet EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL punches and kicks and headbutts at one another. Dr. Stress whips out his EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL ray, pointed the muzzle at Captain Awesome and "BRRRRRRRRR" went the EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL ray. Captain Awesome took the shot to his chest where his emblem sat. but this was no end for Captain Awesome. Captain Awesome fought the ray of the EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL ray with his left palm slowly moving into the ray's way. "KABOOM!" Captain Awesome swang his right fist at the ray and the stream of EVAAAAAAAAAAAIL ray went scraping through the sky. Dr. Stress stood in awe and Captain Awesome does his finishing pose, The Awesome Pose, and flew straight for Dr. Stress' stomach sending him flying through the Sevens Seas, Atlantic Oceans, Arctic Oceans, Southern Oceans, Indian Oceans, back to The Awesome Hideout and into the prison which was located just beside The Awesome Hideout guarded by the Awesome Guards, The Awesome Prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days later, one of the Awesome Guards sent a short text to Captain Awesome's cellphone, the Awesome Cellphone, which read, "EVAAAAAAAAIL is back in the wild!" Adventures of Captain Awesome Issue #1 comes to an end with Captain Awesome staring into the camera intensely and nonetheless, AWESOMELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post damn long, but i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2233317529914967191?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2233317529914967191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2233317529914967191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2233317529914967191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2233317529914967191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventures-of-captain-awesome-issue-1.html' title='The Adventures of Captain Awesome Issue #1'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TSHrxjvBVKI/AAAAAAAADLU/DBsG8mm0ksg/s72-c/107830984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3894324555605016158</id><published>2010-12-30T04:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T04:39:52.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TRuaoGc-n4I/AAAAAAAADLE/tuWiYZvvIxk/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-12-30-03h46m11s223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TRuaoGc-n4I/AAAAAAAADLE/tuWiYZvvIxk/s320/vlcsnap-2010-12-30-03h46m11s223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556204579009240962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TRuaocTBCCI/AAAAAAAADLM/ra_vrvBPR0o/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-12-30-03h46m28s136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TRuaocTBCCI/AAAAAAAADLM/ra_vrvBPR0o/s320/vlcsnap-2010-12-30-03h46m28s136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556204584873035810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handphone which looks like a really slick chocolate bar is broken. there's something wrong with the screen so yknow, i changed my phone to Galaxy S, which my father isn't using idk why. my laptop's also experiencing technical difficulties. i really wanna cry, i dare not tell my father. whudddd izzzz dizzz?! i went down to some computer store in Bishan and the person said my graphics processor is having problems, so i have to get it fixed if i want my laptop to resurrect. and it's gonna cost me 200+ SGD. fml, i haven't even revive my PSP then now laptop giving me headache. naaaaaaice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna ask my father to fix the laptop, but i got not choice. i don't have the money to repair. mother says that father is working his ass off everyday at work and that money is very hard to earn and all. and i see my father come home late every night, i feel bad.. haaaaaaaaaaaaiii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3894324555605016158?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3894324555605016158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3894324555605016158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3894324555605016158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3894324555605016158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/crazy.html' title='crazy?'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TRuaoGc-n4I/AAAAAAAADLE/tuWiYZvvIxk/s72-c/vlcsnap-2010-12-30-03h46m11s223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7455423376090777666</id><published>2010-12-26T03:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T03:52:04.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy together</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0d5pS7D2-w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0d5pS7D2-w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never fails to put a smile on my face every time i watch this. oh man, AAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k Christmas was spent in a way that didn't involve squeezing and singing of carols or foam war and all. just a simple gathering at Nick Dash Yeo's house, with a lot of good food(especially the turkey) and drinks and xbox and card games and great friends. yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. skipped the gift exchanging since it was already too late, or for my case, bo lui you know or not? bo lui ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7455423376090777666?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7455423376090777666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7455423376090777666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7455423376090777666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7455423376090777666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-together.html' title='happy together'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1438247345580356967</id><published>2010-12-21T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T04:12:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knife</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMy-6RtoOVU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kMy-6RtoOVU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please watch. because it is damn awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days into the term break already. common tests are over and i'm still worrying about the results and all. i know i won't do well so yknow~ ahhaha. and i feel kinda aimless after i realised that there're no more papers left, and the fact that i don't have to revise my school work for a short period of 2 weeks. don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got myself a new guitar, Ibanez. regret, because it looks metal and all. but i love the headstock. idk why, it just looks slick to me. and after i bought LouMaiKai(my guitar's name), i came to realise that i'm broke! wtf man! really, i'm in a financial crisis now. i need a job manzxczxc! not long term job, but yknow those 1 or 2 days easy money kaching kind. ahhh never mind. i'll have a bowl of cereal first before i turn in. buaaaaaaaaaaaiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1438247345580356967?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1438247345580356967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1438247345580356967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1438247345580356967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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do and not what i need and should do. hell, this has got to change man. it's like my sleeping, i tell myself to wake up at this particular time. end up, i wake up 1 or 2 hours after that particular time. wtf is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind, i'm gonna sleep and then wake up to my last paper and after that. i can do w/e i want. bye y'all/myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2130097635033180498?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2130097635033180498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2130097635033180498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2130097635033180498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2130097635033180498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/priorities.html' title='priorities'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2717045497551382365</id><published>2010-12-13T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:06:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doom</title><content type='html'>first paper of the common test later, and i'm watching The '70s Show now. wtf man? hahahaha. i've already tried my best to understand the shit that i studied just now, but there seems to be something wrong. i keep getting the wrong answers. that's why i gotta be in school like at least 3 hours before the exam and clear my doubts. so yeaaaaaaaaaaa.. i'm gonna continue watching and relax first. hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2717045497551382365?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2717045497551382365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2717045497551382365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2717045497551382365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/2717045497551382365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/doom.html' title='doom'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-8474989153946622586</id><published>2010-12-12T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T02:08:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gay, human</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iCUU0Fio1ac?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iCUU0Fio1ac?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching this ah, idk whether to continue to get really irritated with real gays or to just treat them like normal people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-8474989153946622586?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8474989153946622586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=8474989153946622586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8474989153946622586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8474989153946622586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/gay-human.html' title='gay, human'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7383773309097741926</id><published>2010-12-11T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T03:13:41.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dashed</title><content type='html'>haaaaaaaaaiiz.. so Chinese Blues didn't make it to the finals of NYP Jam. and i feel really disappointed now. i saw it coming, and yet i still feel sad and all. i blame it on my singing. totally is like crap kind. i know i can sing better, and my excuse is because i concentrated too much on the guitar. but still, i know i cannot sing like a real vocalist but at least i'd sound better on facebook when they upload the videos right? eff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never mind, i won't let the passion of playing guitar get ruined by this kinda big thing. at least now i have the experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i'd be able to jam again with the gangzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TQJ7qvUPM6I/AAAAAAAADKg/lfIX1jlYnPY/s1600/65399_466268180775_153858800775_6116675_464251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TQJ7qvUPM6I/AAAAAAAADKg/lfIX1jlYnPY/s320/65399_466268180775_153858800775_6116675_464251_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549133665059943330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7383773309097741926?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7383773309097741926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7383773309097741926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7383773309097741926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7383773309097741926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/dashed.html' title='dashed'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TQJ7qvUPM6I/AAAAAAAADKg/lfIX1jlYnPY/s72-c/65399_466268180775_153858800775_6116675_464251_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6114585137800235790</id><published>2010-12-09T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:57:23.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP-46w4Qg_I/AAAAAAAADKU/HPjlV4Fd7ws/s1600/vlcsnap-61033.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP-46w4Qg_I/AAAAAAAADKU/HPjlV4Fd7ws/s320/vlcsnap-61033.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548356585636529138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP-4WU77PyI/AAAAAAAADJ8/5urZY8nCNpY/s1600/vlcsnap-59771.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP-4WU77PyI/AAAAAAAADJ8/5urZY8nCNpY/s320/vlcsnap-59771.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548355959660429090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP-4XTI7rlI/AAAAAAAADKM/3LveIdayhz0/s1600/vlcsnap-60348.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP-4XTI7rlI/AAAAAAAADKM/3LveIdayhz0/s320/vlcsnap-60348.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548355976357981778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute huh? hahaha SUPER CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6114585137800235790?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6114585137800235790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6114585137800235790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6114585137800235790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6114585137800235790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/nina.html' title='Nina'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP-46w4Qg_I/AAAAAAAADKU/HPjlV4Fd7ws/s72-c/vlcsnap-61033.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-8936038809695809222</id><published>2010-12-07T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T01:02:40.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paw print!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;To play Blue's Clues we gotta find a... (paw print!) &lt;br /&gt;A paw print, right! And that's our first... (clue!) &lt;br /&gt;A clue? (A clue!) &lt;br /&gt;Then we put it in our... (notebook!) &lt;br /&gt;Cause they're Blue's Clues, Blue's Clues! &lt;br /&gt;We gotta find another paw print, that's the second clue &lt;br /&gt;We put it in our notebook &lt;br /&gt;Cause they're whose clues? Blue's Clues! &lt;br /&gt;We gotta find the last paw print, that's the third clue &lt;br /&gt;We put it in our notebook &lt;br /&gt;Cause they're Blue's Clues, Blue's Clues! &lt;br /&gt;You know what to do! &lt;br /&gt;Sit down in our Thinking Chair and think...think...think! &lt;br /&gt;Cause when we use our mind, take a step at a time &lt;br /&gt;We can do anything...that we wanna do!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i used to love watching Blue's Clues. hahaha. The Hoobs also! i don't think a lot of people knows what The Hoobs is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, NYP Jam's over. and it kinda suck. i blame it on my singing. should have listened to Zam and concentrated on singing, cause he can back me up while i sing! eff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP0WeuP7e4I/AAAAAAAADJ0/HLts-WgTZ2A/s1600/155069_464661185775_153858800775_6095903_174188_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP0WeuP7e4I/AAAAAAAADJ0/HLts-WgTZ2A/s320/155069_464661185775_153858800775_6095903_174188_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547615033057049474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Standard Chartered Marathon was yesterday(sunday). fuuuuuuucking! i regret not training and not looking for the power gel or w/e you call it. daaaaaaaaamn~ nearly died. idk why, but this year seemed longer than last year. i had major cramps last year and still finished the race in 5hour plus, this year i had minor cramps and finished the marathon at 6hours and 38minutes. wtf man?! cannot. i'm gonna join again next year. i think. ok the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-8936038809695809222?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8936038809695809222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=8936038809695809222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8936038809695809222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/8936038809695809222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/paw-print.html' title='paw print!'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TP0WeuP7e4I/AAAAAAAADJ0/HLts-WgTZ2A/s72-c/155069_464661185775_153858800775_6095903_174188_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7194519629931568645</id><published>2010-12-02T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:07:10.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Blues Hwaiting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TPfCMC3ZIII/AAAAAAAADJs/jX62ECtS49g/s1600/Fender_Medium_Three_by_keywero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TPfCMC3ZIII/AAAAAAAADJs/jX62ECtS49g/s320/Fender_Medium_Three_by_keywero.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546114978313478274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audition for NYP Jam later. damn i just realised that i'm not really ready yet. still got a lot of doubts. eff! but yknow, i'll just play like how i did during practice sessions and have fun on stage. maaaaaaaaaaaaaan~ i don't wanna not get through the audition. i don't have a voice that's fucking nice or w/e and my guitar skills isn't that good either. so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; we don't get through the audition, i'm afraid that i won't be able to jam anymore. haaaaaaaaaaaaaiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna disappoint Zam, Azhar and Benson leh! PLEASE! let us get through and then perform our asses off during NYP open house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7194519629931568645?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7194519629931568645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7194519629931568645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7194519629931568645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7194519629931568645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/12/chinese-blues-hwaiting.html' title='Chinese Blues Hwaiting!'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TPfCMC3ZIII/AAAAAAAADJs/jX62ECtS49g/s72-c/Fender_Medium_Three_by_keywero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-2391799187406558427</id><published>2010-11-27T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T02:19:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1901</title><content type='html'>i've been going to the jamming studio(i cool right? hahaha) lately. jamming with my classmates, whoa it is one of the best shits that has ever happened to me man! i really tried my best to play the guitar and all, cause i didn't want to disappoint my friends. we're auditioning for NYP Jam this coming friday. stress liaozzzzzzzz.. gotta be there at 11am, wtf right?! so early where got can sing sia? never mind. and i feel like my whole semester 2 of year 2 is filled with only music and the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's soccer tournament, Kick-It, later. that one more stress.. i hope miracle will dawn upon Krangstang Aglo Tapeh(our team name) and bring us all the way to top 3. top 3 enough. kthxbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-2391799187406558427?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2391799187406558427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=2391799187406558427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5502376386489345672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5502376386489345672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5502376386489345672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/11/up.html' title='the Up'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-6334365415044703207</id><published>2010-11-18T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:43:41.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killjoys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeUa6FcEJQY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeUa6FcEJQY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyea~ the songs in the new album is all here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so it's thursday already. so fast.. common test is creeping in closer and closer. eff! life's been alright for me so far. and i think i need a new job. no $ liaozxc~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-6334365415044703207?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6334365415044703207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=6334365415044703207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6334365415044703207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/6334365415044703207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/11/killjoys.html' title='killjoys'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3774356879634396369</id><published>2010-11-15T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:15:16.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>original go away la</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fa4yG6efbJ0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fa4yG6efbJ0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McFly's fucking talented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3774356879634396369?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3774356879634396369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3774356879634396369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3774356879634396369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3774356879634396369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/11/original-go-away-la.html' title='original go away la'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-1397195607553141467</id><published>2010-11-14T05:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:45:40.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bark the woof</title><content type='html'>so today, i got my dogs licensed. went to this AVA thing idk what it stands for. it's at Expo. and i expected A LOT of dogs. and when there are a lot of dogs, my dogs will bark like NDP commando. drove the dogs there, WL EH! damn shiok to cuddle with your dogs sia seriously serious. then when we got there, Kumar just refused to leave the car. give food also don't want leave the car. so in the end i had to force it out. come out already bark bark bark.. NAICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we got into the hall, they starting barking at almost everything. wtf! damn stress. and since they're already kinda huge, their strength was humongous-ly humongous humong! gotta control 2 dogs, ask them sit quiet give them food all. damn fucking stress.. but surprisingly, when they went for micro chipping, they guai guai let the doctors inject the chip inside. Yogi presented its strong spirit, it didn't bark or w/e shit when the needle went in. but Kumar that mofo whined then finish. ahaha. ok lazy to continue what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TN8Gw339rCI/AAAAAAAADJc/ZondR4EX2oc/s1600/13112010%2528004%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TN8Gw339rCI/AAAAAAAADJc/ZondR4EX2oc/s320/13112010%2528004%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539153503391165474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TN8GxQpwTgI/AAAAAAAADJk/pNHpwDuQZVA/s1600/13112010%2528003%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TN8GxQpwTgI/AAAAAAAADJk/pNHpwDuQZVA/s320/13112010%2528003%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539153510042455554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they may not look cute to you, but they're like fucking fucking adorable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they pooped when we got inside the hall at Expo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-1397195607553141467?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1397195607553141467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=1397195607553141467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1397195607553141467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/1397195607553141467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/11/bark-woof.html' title='bark the woof'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TN8Gw339rCI/AAAAAAAADJc/ZondR4EX2oc/s72-c/13112010%2528004%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7585333066365921149</id><published>2010-11-11T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:18:15.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon appetit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TNvPvC9u6lI/AAAAAAAADJM/6qEoOCRxG60/s1600/supporting_each_other_in_old_age_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TNvPvC9u6lI/AAAAAAAADJM/6qEoOCRxG60/s320/supporting_each_other_in_old_age_cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538248573938756178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a wife who'd do that next time. not in the sick point of view la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school's been alright for the past few days. i was always hungry in the morning. then when it's break time, i still felt hungry so i went to get myself food. a plate or a bowl of something. but every time when the food leaves the spoon/chop sticks and onto my tongue, idk why but all my appetite went away. wtf is this? then after forcing myself to at least eat half of my meal and all the "liao(in chinese)" and pushing the shit away for the cleaners to clean, i feel hungry again. damn stress, i think there is really something wrong with the system in my body. fkkkkkk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7585333066365921149?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7585333066365921149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7585333066365921149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7585333066365921149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7585333066365921149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/11/bon-appetit.html' title='bon appetit?'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TNvPvC9u6lI/AAAAAAAADJM/6qEoOCRxG60/s72-c/supporting_each_other_in_old_age_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5201591730469879047</id><published>2010-11-06T18:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T18:56:28.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TNU0OOz849I/AAAAAAAADJE/-W-fGCVGNa4/s1600/punch_jb_by_naabjj-d328bu7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TNU0OOz849I/AAAAAAAADJE/-W-fGCVGNa4/s320/punch_jb_by_naabjj-d328bu7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536388736020702162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things hasn't been the most pleasant for the past week. things that i never thought would happen, happened. man i really hope he'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my classmates and i registered for NYP Jam. which i initially didn't want to participate in. but after hearing Zam say, "blablabla.. at least you got the experience." then whoa, i don't know what came over me, i just agreed. i don't wanna burden them, that's why i fucking stress now. cannot practice also, because i don't have an electric guitar. what to do? wait for jamming session with them then see how. they said we were to jam this Sunday, but i haven't heard anything from them yet. i very excited la actually, and nervous at the same time. if we were to jam means that'll be my virgin moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog, Yogi's barking at idk what like some mofo. and Kumar's like staring at her, "What the fuck is this slut barking at? Better keep my distance from this Siao Gao _|_" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k ChongPang later with mii3x fw3nx liia0zxc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5201591730469879047?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5201591730469879047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5201591730469879047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5201591730469879047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5201591730469879047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/11/crossing-fingers.html' title='crossing fingers'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TNU0OOz849I/AAAAAAAADJE/-W-fGCVGNa4/s72-c/punch_jb_by_naabjj-d328bu7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-741485590786052727</id><published>2010-11-02T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:53:09.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"kids"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8znYPXhZFA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8znYPXhZFA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got school at 8am later but i just don't feel like sleeping. k goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-741485590786052727?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/741485590786052727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=741485590786052727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3398317465846016783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3398317465846016783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3398317465846016783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-dog-greets-me-when-im-home.html' title='how the dog greets me when i&apos;m home'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3819817977723668570</id><published>2010-10-27T03:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T03:28:20.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmhmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8G7tM6kxR0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8G7tM6kxR0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking awesome. i only continue watching this because of the girl's face. but then i realised the story that was told is damn interesting, the way she talk damn nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn wasted ah she..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3819817977723668570?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7864796204934624345</id><published>2010-10-25T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:08:17.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fight</title><content type='html'>i feel really really stressed and disappointed now. earlier this evening, the 2 dogs fought over idk what. dominance or something. they were really damn fucking fierce just now. whoa i see also scared, the only thing i could do was to whack them. then after we stopped the fight, there was blood on Kumar's face. whoa then i panicked, super panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents had thoughts of giving away one of the dogs. and then this happened, the fight. they've been fighting ever since like 2 weeks ago, fierce fighting, not play fight yknow.. how many months has it been already? like 3 or 4 already. i'm gonna sound gay but don't care. my love for the dogs are like growing stronger each day and they're like my son and daughter already(though i don't feed them and all, only play with them). if one of them were to really leave our family, i think i will cry. mother i will hunt down the fucking person who we gave the dog to and demand for the return of the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious, my head/brain is warming up now. fucking stress, more stress than having exams. idk what to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7864796204934624345?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7864796204934624345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7864796204934624345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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already and we still haven't taken them to get their injections. i get really disappointed when he just entertain me when i ask certain questions. he'll just say something that'll stop me from bugging him. wtf man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yknow, if we were to bring the dogs there. confirm got world war III inside the car and at SPCA. idk what will happen, but don't care~ i just want the dogs to get their vaccine and the end. ohya, if can sterilize i also want. if not Kumar's dick will be in Yogi's pussy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b30dac3e3bc01a19" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3796713003846988385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/jab.html' title='jab'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5956168158544341858</id><published>2010-10-23T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T04:27:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>katie's boob's damn huge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TMHyj2QzrTI/AAAAAAAADIs/bclki1No9Tc/s1600/58478_426832533013_726568013_5146279_2211894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TMHyj2QzrTI/AAAAAAAADIs/bclki1No9Tc/s320/58478_426832533013_726568013_5146279_2211894_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530968515063033138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any new pictures so i'll just randomly upload one, like the one on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am, and i'm still not asleep. you know why? it's because of the movie i just caught this evening with the clique - Paranormal Activity 2.bloody fuck! i shouldn't have watched it goddamn it! wl eh.. now i'm like freaking paranoid already. serious one. i know i sound gay but this is me man! I.AM.AFRAID.OF.GHOSTS and stuffs related to that. waaaaaaaaaaa.. how to fucking sleep sia? you know i even thought of staying up until the sky turns bright then peacefully close my eyes and go into a deep slumber. but i cannot take it already. idk how i am gonna survive in the army..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5956168158544341858?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5956168158544341858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5956168158544341858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5956168158544341858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5956168158544341858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/katies-boobs-damn-huge.html' title='katie&apos;s boob&apos;s damn huge'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TMHyj2QzrTI/AAAAAAAADIs/bclki1No9Tc/s72-c/58478_426832533013_726568013_5146279_2211894_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-7270172674611288118</id><published>2010-10-19T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:42:03.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whud?</title><content type='html'>a few days back, i went to Thomson's Prata house with the clique. busy doing my own stuff. then everyone came and we ordered our food. happily eating eating. then after driving the last spoon into my mouth(notice the word driving), i decided to sum up all my orders and start to pay. THEN WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA! i realised that my wallet's missing. i thought my friends took it, but their faces didn't seem like they took it. so i began to panic at the disco. stand sit stand sit still cannot find, so i went to ask the owner of the shop. luckily someone found the wallet and gave it to the shop's owner. Singapore's got really kind hearted people. i think they'll only be kind hearted when they find only 14$ inside the wallet. ok i cannot say such things. the feeling not nice when something important is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so first day of school wasn't bad at all. you know why? because school started at 2 in the afternoon and ended at 5pm. best shit ever. if only everyday was like that. school starts at 8am tomorrow/later. dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-7270172674611288118?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7270172674611288118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=7270172674611288118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7270172674611288118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/7270172674611288118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/whud.html' title='whud?'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-4451979617909663256</id><published>2010-10-14T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:00:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dog fight</title><content type='html'>i finished bathing Kumar and Yogi. then they suddenly fight. whoaaaaaaaa! damn fucking scary. they're like really growling at each other. then Yogi suddenly lunged at Kumar, like whoaaaa! you can see the teeth that kinda angry one. nb.. then while Yogi dk doing what to Kumar, i damn scared already must faster go and whack the dogs. pull them away all. shiaaaaaaaaaaaat! they're alright now, but i'm afraid that they'll fight again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-4451979617909663256?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4451979617909663256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=4451979617909663256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4451979617909663256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/4451979617909663256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/dog-fight.html' title='dog fight'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-5657456642755179901</id><published>2010-10-13T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T03:50:49.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resume school</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/g8NYgoHVYgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="324" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TLYMtlCW5HI/AAAAAAAADIk/34fpqOCTbaY/s1600/hyunah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TLYMtlCW5HI/AAAAAAAADIk/34fpqOCTbaY/s320/hyunah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527619569819509874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, she's the goddess that i was talking about. she's fucking cute seriously. wl eh! and she can really dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting next monday, i feel kinda excited and yet lazy. gotta learn new stuffs and go back to the days where i wake up 10 minutes before the first lesson and then rush for bus and enter class with sweaty armpits. NOT NICE.. but never mind, it's better that way. i won't get to sleep like how i sleep during the holidays. sleep late wake up late. always have to have 12 hours of sleep. by the time i wake up, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! half a day gone. pfft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i'll watch one last episode of BBT and then sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-5657456642755179901?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5657456642755179901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=5657456642755179901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5657456642755179901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/5657456642755179901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/resume-school.html' title='resume school'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/TLYMtlCW5HI/AAAAAAAADIk/34fpqOCTbaY/s72-c/hyunah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20338355.post-3317605034451325570</id><published>2010-10-11T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T16:43:35.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sperm Pod</title><content type='html'>hi, nothing interesting has been happening to me lately. so there's nothing to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the start of holidays, i've been sleeping at ungodly hours like 4, then slowly to 5 then to 6. i tried turning in early but i'd just end up lying in bed with my eyes closed, but brains still revolving around stuffs and with my Ipod on repeat. YES! i've got an Ipod! ahhahaa. finally ah.. but it's an Ipod Nano. the damn old version one, the long one. it's only a replacement for my PSP. wait till i get my pay, fix PSP liaozxczxc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i'll come back prolly tomorrow or something. because i've got stuffs i wanna show the world my goddess. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20338355-3317605034451325570?l=mightywongbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3317605034451325570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20338355&amp;postID=3317605034451325570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3317605034451325570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20338355/posts/default/3317605034451325570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mightywongbean.blogspot.com/2010/10/sperm-pod.html' title='Sperm Pod'/><author><name>Wong Ji Siang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZOmRMuqvQg/SlBfZg6XBSI/AAAAAAAACYI/VbusXgxaYho/S220/jis12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
