<?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-8420959480355826311</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:18:57.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm unique, just like Everyone else.</title><subtitle type='html'>I hope I don't get bored</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8252773339225022178</id><published>2009-02-18T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T05:34:48.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last person close the door.</title><content type='html'>moved to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chinamade.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://chinamade.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8252773339225022178?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8252773339225022178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8252773339225022178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8252773339225022178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8252773339225022178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-person-close-door.html' title='Last person close the door.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4927263691511883360</id><published>2008-12-17T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:57:34.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the hat/helmet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUkFKKtg14I/AAAAAAAAAN8/G3kaLjWLunM/s1600-h/16th-dec-08-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUkFKKtg14I/AAAAAAAAAN8/G3kaLjWLunM/s320/16th-dec-08-004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280757710300698498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I came back from Bugis, I fell asleep on the couch. It was a ten minute nap, but I had a dream. I was lying by the candy basket, a chocolate bar in my hands. I took a bite, and looked at the bar; thousands of ants came crawling out of the bar, eating it inside out. It was my first bad dream in ten thousand years. Then I woke up, wanted to grab a bite from the cardboard, so I opened it. And I found this candy bar manifested by ants. I was like, Omfg, I swear I freaked. Even though it seems more of a coincidence than some superpower of mine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there's a new cat in town (my block)! She's hot, playful and naughty. Hee. She's a brunette y'all! Okay I will be in/on Genting until Sunday. I hope I have fun. I hope I find something new. I hope it'll somehow free me from all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also hope that my Dad's friend's daughter is really cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4927263691511883360?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4927263691511883360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4927263691511883360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4927263691511883360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4927263691511883360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/12/shes-new.html' title='she&apos;s new.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUkFKKtg14I/AAAAAAAAAN8/G3kaLjWLunM/s72-c/16th-dec-08-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5499128482655407275</id><published>2008-12-15T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:55:16.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never missed anything like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu8z9gILI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eFd7llteaMw/s1600-h/dsc06737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu8z9gILI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eFd7llteaMw/s320/dsc06737.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029604157857970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu4W2tDRI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zcr-JKs44C8/s1600-h/dsc06734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu4W2tDRI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zcr-JKs44C8/s320/dsc06734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029527625239826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu4NBqT5I/AAAAAAAAANk/j3pmQSaHZZ8/s1600-h/dsc06733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu4NBqT5I/AAAAAAAAANk/j3pmQSaHZZ8/s320/dsc06733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029524986843026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu3_pf3II/AAAAAAAAANc/ZMSEOKG_VAE/s1600-h/dsc06691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu3_pf3II/AAAAAAAAANc/ZMSEOKG_VAE/s320/dsc06691.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029521395833986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu3hn3ypI/AAAAAAAAANU/lVpwpRmMllY/s1600-h/dsc06685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu3hn3ypI/AAAAAAAAANU/lVpwpRmMllY/s320/dsc06685.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029513335949970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu2w-oPDI/AAAAAAAAANM/wcHFKtIxEI4/s1600-h/dsc06670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu2w-oPDI/AAAAAAAAANM/wcHFKtIxEI4/s320/dsc06670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029500278062130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All Wenfei's pictures. I want a camera! Also, thanks to Wenfei, the HaruHaru and ShiyoShiyo can't stop playing in my head. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's always some shit going on in my head. It's quite. Awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5499128482655407275?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5499128482655407275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5499128482655407275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5499128482655407275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5499128482655407275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-never-missed-anything-like-that.html' title='I&apos;ve never missed anything like that.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUZu8z9gILI/AAAAAAAAAN0/eFd7llteaMw/s72-c/dsc06737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-181307107489476362</id><published>2008-12-14T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:51:52.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna grow up and have sex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUOAJodMzI/AAAAAAAAANE/Hb5p19aFK0c/s1600-h/SANY0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUOAJodMzI/AAAAAAAAANE/Hb5p19aFK0c/s320/SANY0173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279641533910168370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUN_jMy3aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/p-uFyZE8zLA/s1600-h/SANY0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUN_jMy3aI/AAAAAAAAAM8/p-uFyZE8zLA/s320/SANY0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279641523593600418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUN_eeOE_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/vMP-fU87PLI/s1600-h/SANY0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUN_eeOE_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/vMP-fU87PLI/s320/SANY0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279641522324509682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUN_dG2UgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SPBingwbE48/s1600-h/Photo0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUN_dG2UgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SPBingwbE48/s320/Photo0305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279641521958048258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUN_c_z6oI/AAAAAAAAAMk/j3nmqriY5AM/s1600-h/Photo0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUN_c_z6oI/AAAAAAAAAMk/j3nmqriY5AM/s320/Photo0300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279641521928530562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm back and have been awfully lazy. I only posted five cos' that's like the limit per upload and I'm going to shit soon so I thought I'd do it again another time. Anyway on thursday I was at fox with my aunt, in town, and there was this cute girl working there. So I told my Aunt, 'Hey look that girl over there's pretty cute,' which turned out to be such a mistake. 'Cos later when my Aunt was asking for a new piece of the shirt I was gonna buy, she slipped in an extra sentence,'My nephew thinks you're cute and would like to have your number,' Damn I swear I was stunned for like, five seconds before turning red all over. So I helped out with the wedding yesterday and went to Malaysia this afternoon so I haven't contacted her yet. Hee. Oh yes the wedding yesterday was a blast and the bride's friend is so cute. Okay shit time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-181307107489476362?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/181307107489476362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=181307107489476362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/181307107489476362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/181307107489476362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-grow-up-and-have-sex.html' title='I wanna grow up and have sex.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SUUOAJodMzI/AAAAAAAAANE/Hb5p19aFK0c/s72-c/SANY0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-9144773560464782601</id><published>2008-11-29T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:11:29.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Handwriting-ology</title><content type='html'>I think we should all just drop the idea of shopping at Zara/Topman/NUM/anything-you-can-think-of and just stay budget-ed at Bugis Street. I know it looks super gangstar-ish but some, and I mean only some of the clothes are really worth getting. And you can like, hone your bargaining skills or something. Okay friends, I'll be away from tomorrow till 8th. I'm not exactly keen on this trip, but yeah I hope it's good. Will be back with pictures, if the gay camera works. Okay folks that's all for tonight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I know a girl who calls his younger brother 'Korkor' :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-9144773560464782601?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/9144773560464782601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=9144773560464782601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9144773560464782601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9144773560464782601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/handwriting-ology.html' title='the Handwriting-ology'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-6949764021064268310</id><published>2008-11-27T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:12:51.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>elf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qVLby3aI/AAAAAAAAAMc/T8JIcvSqUPM/s1600-h/Photo0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qVLby3aI/AAAAAAAAAMc/T8JIcvSqUPM/s320/Photo0285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339494520774050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qVA3k7AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o0uDav6NSkE/s1600-h/Photo0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qVA3k7AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o0uDav6NSkE/s320/Photo0286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339491684510722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qU9siH2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rgPCMU8JIBw/s1600-h/Photo0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qU9siH2I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rgPCMU8JIBw/s320/Photo0287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339490832883554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qU8_Y85I/AAAAAAAAAME/a4EXKzIL2b4/s1600-h/Photo0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qU8_Y85I/AAAAAAAAAME/a4EXKzIL2b4/s320/Photo0288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339490643538834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qUk8RiEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/n2h7WdzxTSs/s1600-h/Photo0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qUk8RiEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/n2h7WdzxTSs/s320/Photo0290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339484188018754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chalet was good. Made me realise how much I need to go on a diet Hehe. Okay I'm exhausted. Jingle gang FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-6949764021064268310?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/6949764021064268310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=6949764021064268310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6949764021064268310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6949764021064268310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/elf.html' title='elf.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SS6qVLby3aI/AAAAAAAAAMc/T8JIcvSqUPM/s72-c/Photo0285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8485294388405278533</id><published>2008-11-22T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:54:55.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CUTE MOTHER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SSjTxHCDanI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M1lARPtqIck/s1600-h/Photo0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SSjTxHCDanI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M1lARPtqIck/s320/Photo0282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271696204491876978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SSjTxNHmx8I/AAAAAAAAALs/hbM_tFKC3uI/s1600-h/Mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SSjTxNHmx8I/AAAAAAAAALs/hbM_tFKC3uI/s320/Mum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271696206125778882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEH I BOUGHT HER FAVOURITE CAKE FOR HER WAIT TILL SHE FINDS OUT :D I'M SWOONING WITH EXCITEMENT HOHOHO. OKAY BYEBYE EVERYONE I;LL GO ACCOMPANY HER. SHE'S SO CUTE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8485294388405278533?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8485294388405278533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8485294388405278533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8485294388405278533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8485294388405278533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-my-cute-mother.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CUTE MOTHER!'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SSjTxHCDanI/AAAAAAAAAL0/M1lARPtqIck/s72-c/Photo0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5832127357892165801</id><published>2008-11-18T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:20:27.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post.</title><content type='html'>Today I want to talk about my future apartment in Bukit Timah. It'll be awesome. Let me describe a typical day in my future Bukit Timah apartment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wake up, and I check the clock. 7am, I sit up. White pillow, white bed, grey curtains. I hit a button, and the curtains are drawn. I step out of bed, stretching, walking towards the windows. I open them, and I'll hear the familiar chirping of the birds that dance around the trees. What a pretty morning. After brushing my teeth with Colgate and washing my face with Biore, I will proceed to have my breakfast in my balcony. Toast with Nutella chocolate, accompanied by a cup of low fat milk. Also, my Husky, named _______, will have breakfast with me in the balcony. My pretty husky. The peaceful environment is awesome, I'm feeling it. I then proceed to do some work in the peaceful environment. Super. And then oh no, Ben gets bored. No worries, cos I can always visit and poke Shane to the max. Okay, lunchtime. Starving. I'll whip up something for me to eat. I'm gonna have this super cool kitchen in my house where I can bbq/fry/boil/toast/grill/and-the-thing-you-do-with-the-big-flat-thing/bake. Oh dear, Ben has an last minute meeting with his friends, but fret not, he'll have his lunch packed in a lunchbox. Yay, happy kid with his lunchbox. The evening approaches after the lively afternoon, and the sun begins to set. I'll bring my Husky to jog around the neighbourhood, before it becomes completely dark. Then, I'll be back up in my balcony in time for the last breathtaking moments of the sunset. Ben is hungry for dinner. Once again he'll cook a fast meal for himself, which is partnered with fine wine. Finishing his main course, he goes into the bathroom and enjoys a bubble bath, while sipping wine, with good music. ABBA Gold. Fantastic. After soaking his tired limbs, he gets up, dries himself, wash his face with Biore and brush his teeth with Colgate. Then, before I sleep, I'll watch Disney Channel from 9 to 10.30, which will totally lighten my spirits. as the closing theme song of The Suit Life of Zack and Cody plays, Ben looks at the clock. 10.30pm. Time for him to sleep. He walks into his room, pushes the button for the curtains, and tucks himself comfortably in his ten thousand dollar bed made to enhance slumber. He pushes another button to off the lights and whispers to the world, 'Goodnight.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wordy I know, but still awesome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5832127357892165801?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5832127357892165801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5832127357892165801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5832127357892165801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5832127357892165801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/100th-post.html' title='100th post.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1961266326851709166</id><published>2008-11-13T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:40:17.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how does it feel to die, being shot in the head?</title><content type='html'>there has got to be a way out of this shit, it's driving me crazy. I'm so fark-ed. Oh I'm the second option once again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm really going to try out the money saving plan the Jingle gang has designed. I need to save money for clothes, for chocolates, AND FOR CHRISTMAS HELLO. Best. CHRISTMAS SPIRIT TO THE MAX. I'm going to sing christmas songs so that Santa will give me more good stuff. Yeah right. Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DID Y'ALL KNOW THAT POLAR BEARS ARE LEFT HANDED?&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Relationships are based on what you do, rather what you didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1961266326851709166?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1961266326851709166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1961266326851709166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1961266326851709166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1961266326851709166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-does-it-feel-to-die-being-shot-in.html' title='how does it feel to die, being shot in the head?'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2512816385751717228</id><published>2008-11-11T04:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:06:34.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pacing.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been sleeping much, and life isn't treating me well either. I had fun with the Jingle gang though. Despite just knowing each other for about a week or two. I have questionable feelings at times, some I wished I never had. The good, the weird, and the ugly. Sheesh, maybe it's the thick hair.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos things always turn out fine. Who the hell came up with that saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2512816385751717228?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2512816385751717228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2512816385751717228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2512816385751717228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2512816385751717228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/pacing.html' title='pacing.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-6015882737654781362</id><published>2008-11-10T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:01:42.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not faraway.</title><content type='html'>Things have happened today. Many. So, in the morning emotional Ben took the long train ride to the airport, and spoke too much. Then Mars left and boarded her plane, and we're all full of reluctance. Mars is never faraway and we'll be there for her whenever she may need us, that doesn't change. We then made our way for a meal, and my mum didn't allow me to skip training, so the Jingle gang agreed to wait for Ben to finish training and then head off for home. At home Ben is alone and he thinks and he thinks and he is sad, in some way or another. Things have happened because Ben did things. Every action has an reaction to it, but words might not carry the intended meaning, that is, into the ears of others. Things happen way too fast and Ben needs time to digest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-6015882737654781362?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/6015882737654781362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=6015882737654781362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6015882737654781362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6015882737654781362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-not-faraway.html' title='you&apos;re not faraway.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5304944407522609531</id><published>2008-11-08T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:01:02.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna fall off a bridge and die!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SRWnCe3DwaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6nhHAQpp928/s1600-h/StepUp2theStreets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SRWnCe3DwaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6nhHAQpp928/s320/StepUp2theStreets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266299000365236642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SRWnB-15vvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/i3WhWSj2rkQ/s1600-h/215.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SRWnB-15vvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/i3WhWSj2rkQ/s1600-h/215.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah blogging. It's always been an on off kinda thing, like sometimes I wanna do it and sometimes not. But today it felt different. So anyway today was the jingle gang outing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Btw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;JingWei&amp;amp;Timo, if you're reading this, Shan(e) and I are just friends, you know? Totally 95% girl thang. Not my fault that I'm so gentlemanly ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay so we watched StepUp2, and I'm still like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wanna dance those moooooves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; There's no way I'm ever gonna pull it off but, it doesn't hurt to dream :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why're my words all in caps and overlapping. Stupid blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SRWnB-15vvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/i3WhWSj2rkQ/s320/215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266298991770451698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The diamond sun picture. It's a masterpiece, and my desktop wallpaper :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5304944407522609531?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5304944407522609531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5304944407522609531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5304944407522609531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5304944407522609531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-wanna-fall-off-bridge-and-die.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna fall off a bridge and die!'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SRWnCe3DwaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6nhHAQpp928/s72-c/StepUp2theStreets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8840150017888540364</id><published>2008-11-03T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:51:12.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my chinese Remedials.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ7WAbfv1oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9C6qVtdLinI/s1600-h/Photo0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ7WAbfv1oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9C6qVtdLinI/s320/Photo0251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264380317311948418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chye, nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ7WAOO-CSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M5HT1j89QHw/s1600-h/Photo0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ7WAOO-CSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/M5HT1j89QHw/s320/Photo0248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264380313751914786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amazingly, Terence looks skinner in the picture above!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ7WAEtzKNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JRrL-FY6zwo/s1600-h/Photo0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ7WAEtzKNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JRrL-FY6zwo/s320/Photo0250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264380311196870866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blur to the max. Someone please sponsor me a camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the Aussie trip. The homestay will be awesome, I hope. I've always wanted to visit Australia, cos Kangaroos are hot and they sell Koala underwear (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days before the exam, I've finally decided to do something about chinese. You know, like to not fail. There're so many things on my mind, and the stupid exam isn't helping. Can't wait for this shit to pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GOOD LUCK ALL OLVL CANDIDATES. LET'S GET OVER AND DONE WITH IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8840150017888540364?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8840150017888540364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8840150017888540364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8840150017888540364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8840150017888540364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-chinese-remedials.html' title='my chinese Remedials.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ7WAbfv1oI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9C6qVtdLinI/s72-c/Photo0251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2673908038913945279</id><published>2008-11-02T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T05:13:51.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super Garlic breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ2mpLeSfWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Iex47ejM3NA/s1600-h/Photo0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ2mpLeSfWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Iex47ejM3NA/s320/Photo0246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264046765850656098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a camera so I can capture beautiful moments before Earth dies and we wither. The sky was pretty, but my stupid phone failed on me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was mostly speechless today. But the feeling was so familiar. It seems I have lesser things to say nowadays. The exam is in three days. And I've done, practically nothing. So much for wanting to ace higher chinese so that I don't need to take it in JC. Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2673908038913945279?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2673908038913945279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2673908038913945279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2673908038913945279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2673908038913945279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-garlic-breath.html' title='super Garlic breath.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQ2mpLeSfWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Iex47ejM3NA/s72-c/Photo0246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2961908875459171855</id><published>2008-11-01T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:21:56.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty Seconds To Venus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQxVav2cQKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fAtIyIKbBA4/s1600-h/Photo0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQxVav2cQKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fAtIyIKbBA4/s320/Photo0244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263675982499037346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZuoQuan's idea. Totally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQxVaIfCKVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gpiZ0glApm4/s1600-h/Photo0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQxVaIfCKVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gpiZ0glApm4/s320/Photo0245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263675971931875666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usain Bolt's amazing calf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Swam. I nearly lost the bet and had to wear a freakin' bikini. The rainy weather in the morning was so lazy. I had half a mind to skip remedial, which was a waste of time as usual; BUT I DIDN'T. It totally proves how much I want an A for Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you're doing well, and I don't know what else to say. I can't say I fully understand how you're feeling without talking to you about it, because I don't wanna be Mr. Insensible again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2961908875459171855?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2961908875459171855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2961908875459171855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2961908875459171855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2961908875459171855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/11/forty-seconds-to-venus.html' title='Forty Seconds To Venus!'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQxVav2cQKI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fAtIyIKbBA4/s72-c/Photo0244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8303546054879513696</id><published>2008-10-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:13:50.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wanna miss a thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQcaXgHRgLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/v0F6L4XcehA/s1600-h/IMG_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQcaXgHRgLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/v0F6L4XcehA/s320/IMG_0681.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262203680665469106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQcaXU96SGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nabEug2p75U/s1600-h/Sentosa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQcaXU96SGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/nabEug2p75U/s320/Sentosa.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262203677673408610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentosa was good, despite leaving so early, at like one. Max Payne was cool too, bang bang bang. But I thought, we were the bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I'm going to miss you like how a chocoholic craves for his mars bar. It'll be a dramatic change: No one eats as slow as you, and no one gets lost like you do. Our attempts to matchmake people were fun, and I'll remember them. Heh I'll think of you whenever I take a bite on a cheeseburger. And I'll remember too, that you're not faraway. It's going to be a tough goodbye.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); font-family: georgia; "&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); font-family: georgia; "&gt;                                           Goodbyes are not forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                           Goodbyes are not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                           They simply mean I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                           Until we meet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8303546054879513696?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8303546054879513696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8303546054879513696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8303546054879513696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8303546054879513696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='don&apos;t wanna miss a thing.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SQcaXgHRgLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/v0F6L4XcehA/s72-c/IMG_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1280883210176191305</id><published>2008-10-24T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:36:38.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncall.</title><content type='html'>I was standing in the midst of the train crowd. I turned left, and I saw a group of ahbengs cursing and swearing among themselves. Ugly. I turned right, and I saw this adorable infant in the arms of a lady who was dressed in tattoos. Weird. In front was this guy on the phone, with probably his girlfriend on the other end. They were breaking up. Sad. From the back I hear the quarreling of two children, fighting for the PSP. Childish.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a typical friday. I like fridays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1280883210176191305?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1280883210176191305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1280883210176191305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1280883210176191305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1280883210176191305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/mooncall.html' title='Mooncall.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1458130735592150892</id><published>2008-10-20T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:06:17.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm selling my personality, you want some?</title><content type='html'>I have fallen in love with the keyboard sounds. In fact, all type of sounds. Sounds that scissors make, sounds that closets make, whatever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I had a sexuality talk on STD. I was like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OMFG I F*CKING DON'T WANNA HAVE F*CKING HERPIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna have a cauliflower growing in between my legs, hurting like hell, and it spits pus instead of cum (WTF I KNOW)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, everyone, do not have unprotected sex unless you want your reproductive organs F*CKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1458130735592150892?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1458130735592150892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1458130735592150892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1458130735592150892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1458130735592150892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-selling-my-personality-you-want-some.html' title='I&apos;m selling my personality, you want some?'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5113944224809024927</id><published>2008-10-14T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:26:13.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the awesome Bottle Catamaran.</title><content type='html'>today I had a happy afternoon, when i shouldn't be. But this was what she would've wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5113944224809024927?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5113944224809024927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5113944224809024927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5113944224809024927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5113944224809024927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/awesome-bottle-catamaran.html' title='the awesome Bottle Catamaran.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-6470930887264124270</id><published>2008-10-13T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:59:27.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to you.</title><content type='html'>I removed this part cos I thought it was inappropriate. Yeah, please don't spread it around.&lt;div&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;From this day on,&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in my heart&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;You'll be here in my heart, Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-6470930887264124270?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/6470930887264124270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=6470930887264124270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6470930887264124270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6470930887264124270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye to you.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1437443071733709480</id><published>2008-10-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:29:15.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jude.</title><content type='html'>Okay the day started with chinese remedial, which meant a bad start since the teacher was such a bitch. And then we went to WenJie's house, and then to Vivo. Yes best part was dinner. My parents brought the Chens with us to dinner at the Indian curry place, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND WE ATE WITH OUR HANDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ZuoQuan DejaVu? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay story doesn't end there. So we were eating with our hands, happily playing with our food right, and then the owner of the weirdass place came to teach us how to eat with hands properly. So, he happily took his own banana leaf and put rice on it, sat with us, and was showing us how to 'handle' it. And then, he was like, 'so you put the rice in between you fingers and the thumb, and you push the rice into your mouth with your thumb, like this' and then he did it, and all his rice fell all over the place. Funny thing was, he said this: I forgot to wash my hands, and they were smelly, so I INSTINCTIVELY dropped them. After he left we were laughing like jackasses, and he was so embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping around Vivo is such a workout. There're so many hot people at that place. My hands smells like curry. I miss you. Hey Jude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1437443071733709480?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1437443071733709480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1437443071733709480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1437443071733709480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1437443071733709480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-jude.html' title='Hey Jude.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3600695524243988954</id><published>2008-10-07T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:34:07.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have got to meet that freakin' bird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SOtySDTrAHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JTWNW-gm5kM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254419044708843634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SOtySDTrAHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JTWNW-gm5kM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams are over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to catch housebunny, which is lovely, everyone should catch it hehe. &lt;/div&gt;Yes, I made that myself, using three minutes of the countless hours of free time I have. What should I do now. I'll watch videos, but it'll get bored after staring into the screen after sometime. I'll play games, but it doesn't appeal to me anymore. I'll go out, but sometimes I'm just too tired.&lt;br /&gt;This cannot, that cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can't leave a footprint that lasts if you're walking on tiptoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3600695524243988954?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3600695524243988954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3600695524243988954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3600695524243988954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3600695524243988954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-got-to-meet-that-freakin-bird.html' title='I have got to meet that freakin&apos; bird!'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SOtySDTrAHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JTWNW-gm5kM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8010240600637436895</id><published>2008-10-06T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:23:27.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO EVERYONE EXAMS ARE ENDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's emath and almost nobody is giving a damn so, hoohaa. I'm going to start blogging again, and I'm sorry my blog was dead during the exam period. Okay, so this is the part of the year where all the fun starts coming in and everything keeps getting better and better. I think. Drama serials, computer games, outings, non-stop parties, and just stoning in front of the computer/tv, sitting on the sofa sipping coffee that AuntRose makes. I have been so deprived these few weeks and it's finally time live it yeah! Hahaha I sound so lame but who cares, I'm high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's start with my eye candy. her head is not puffy like Pao and her head is perfectly proportionate to her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SOn0JYQFdWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ywRZgRcXl88/s1600-h/Hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253998882270311778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SOn0JYQFdWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ywRZgRcXl88/s320/Hot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SOn0JjWG4JI/AAAAAAAAAJU/P55f4B1myNU/s1600-h/Mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253998885248360594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SOn0JjWG4JI/AAAAAAAAAJU/P55f4B1myNU/s320/Mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay the second picture is my mum. She's so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"hey what's 橄榄球 in english, I suddenly forget"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"aiyah, Ruby lor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Huh, what Ruby?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"R-U-G-B-Y, Ru-beeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8010240600637436895?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8010240600637436895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8010240600637436895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8010240600637436895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8010240600637436895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-yall.html' title='Hey y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SOn0JYQFdWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ywRZgRcXl88/s72-c/Hot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-6675182123153336099</id><published>2008-10-01T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T04:30:03.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Children's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Everyone forgot that today's Children's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that we're all children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-6675182123153336099?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/6675182123153336099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=6675182123153336099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6675182123153336099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6675182123153336099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-childrens-day.html' title='it&apos;s Children&apos;s day.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1512830432397386490</id><published>2008-09-23T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:30:26.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if vacations were a daily routine.</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be buried in books, pulling my hair roots out over a chemical equation, but here I am. I know I'll be restless unless I say something. So here I am. Recollections pile up in my train of thought - I am utterly disgusted at some of the things I done. Things I've done that have hurt people. Things I do for pointless reasons with negative repercussions. &lt;em&gt;Stupid things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, to everyone whom I have been dishonest with. I'm sorry that I was so childish in my thinking. I'm sorry that my insensitivity has caused you misery in any way at all. I'm sorry that I'm so naive in some of the things I do. And I try to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was watching The Big Give starring Operah. I think she's the best person ever. Everyone should check her out. Gogogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR PAPERS, EVERYONE WHO ACTUALLY READS THIS BLOG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He bent down behind the machine, out of the wind. Huddled there, he sensed that all their work and risk-taking was for nothing. Their situation would deteriorate further before it improved. If it ever improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1512830432397386490?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1512830432397386490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1512830432397386490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1512830432397386490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1512830432397386490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-vacations-were-daily-routine.html' title='if vacations were a daily routine.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3808367620369178235</id><published>2008-09-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T06:21:05.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the time of my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEN (SPACE) FEI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEN FEI YOUR BIRTHDATE IS THE INTERNATIONAL PEACE DAY :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internationaldayofpeace.org/"&gt;http://www.internationaldayofpeace.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, those bitches who pranked me, you're sooooo dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3808367620369178235?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3808367620369178235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3808367620369178235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3808367620369178235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3808367620369178235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-of-my-life.html' title='the time of my life.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-6121286611518532746</id><published>2008-09-13T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:37:05.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll do it when I feel like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SMyU0Jy8MII/AAAAAAAAAJE/AM47-_I9YdQ/s1600-h/20070526-normal_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245731289683472514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SMyU0Jy8MII/AAAAAAAAAJE/AM47-_I9YdQ/s320/20070526-normal_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AIN'T SHE THE HOTTEST THING ON EARTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-6121286611518532746?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/6121286611518532746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=6121286611518532746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6121286611518532746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6121286611518532746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-do-it-when-i-feel-like-it.html' title='I&apos;ll do it when I feel like it.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SMyU0Jy8MII/AAAAAAAAAJE/AM47-_I9YdQ/s72-c/20070526-normal_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4952919494981956612</id><published>2008-09-09T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:10:48.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you're divine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I didn't forget I just can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, went to visit my other nephew. He's so adorable I could have cuddled him to death. Also, we both share a similarity, we eat&lt;em&gt; everything&lt;/em&gt;. I think he's gonna be hot and strong and muscular and hot and strong. Bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm contemplating the idea of changing the blogskin again, since the tagboard ain't working with me. And I cant blog as often for the next twenty five days or so, due to the damn exams. Mug mug mug. Books books book. Die die die. Kill kill kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wind had followed the thunder and the lightning into the east. Torrents fell straight down, silver in the air and dirty on the pavement. Soon dawn would break behind the clouds, the dawn that she had thought she might never see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4952919494981956612?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4952919494981956612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4952919494981956612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4952919494981956612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4952919494981956612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-youre-divine.html' title='I think you&apos;re divine.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5049327184028551679</id><published>2008-09-05T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:35:07.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annual sensation.</title><content type='html'>The train travelled down the tracks in the shapely afternoon, I gazed out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, and I thought. I used to engage on a childish mindset, that whatever I'm doing in school will not affect much of my career, at least not the subjects I hate. I slack and laze off for work. I copy and brief through homework. And I learn nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what everyone should focus on, not only lies within those freaking thick books of knowledge, but as well as your attitude towards all these shit, and I mean it. Me, I'm a failure at it. I'm a last minute kinda guy which obviously does badly in class. On the other hand, look at people like Josh, he's so determined and hardworking. It's the learning attitude that educators wanna nurture in us. I have failed, and I want to grab the rope now, before it disappears from my sight forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the things around me, my friends mostly, the things I have, the things I lost, the things I don't want to lose. I want a good life in the future, but first I have to deserve it. I can't afford to shake my legs and doze off in class. I wanna be able to tell myself, that I'm worth a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh I know it sounds exaggerated and shit, but I think of stuff, yes I do. Now, finally, the feeling is back. This time, I hope I can keep it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5049327184028551679?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5049327184028551679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5049327184028551679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5049327184028551679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5049327184028551679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/09/annual-sensation.html' title='annual sensation.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4362668498479558097</id><published>2008-09-04T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T06:41:41.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things I'd do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SL_icYV8kaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0MoBlogCWmc/s1600-h/Photo0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157468481261986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SL_icYV8kaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0MoBlogCWmc/s320/Photo0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SL_icYUfNHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zev3V8AGKWY/s1600-h/DSC04253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157468475143282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SL_icYUfNHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zev3V8AGKWY/s320/DSC04253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything you did today, BBB. I'm always happier with you. You don't need to feel sorry for that. Things will be fine, I just wanted to avoid the company at home. Thanks for yet another health education lesson, and thoroughly rinsing geography in my head. I'll watch the movie and tell you when I cry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She walked with him. The sun passed its zenith, and the trees began to grow east-leaning shadows, and she walked with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4362668498479558097?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4362668498479558097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4362668498479558097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4362668498479558097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4362668498479558097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-id-do.html' title='things I&apos;d do.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SL_icYV8kaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/0MoBlogCWmc/s72-c/Photo0168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7301550087951924779</id><published>2008-09-02T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:34:37.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want an everlasting Gobstopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT AN EVERLASTING GOBSTOPPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was yet another slack day. I've been trying hard to study, but to no avail. I think Shuli's right, studydates with me are just entertainment time man :P It's not my fault that books are a pain in the ass like freaking piles. Not much time left, and I'm still drifting, yet to be anchored by the gravity of year end exams. On a lighter note, Pocky sticks are really tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the bright pellucid sky, the rising hawk was as black and clean as a shadow once more. Its wings cleaved the shining air, and the high thermals were the pristine currents of a river through which it swam, and dwindled, and vanished, having killed only what it needed to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-7301550087951924779?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7301550087951924779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7301550087951924779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7301550087951924779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7301550087951924779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-everlasting-gobstopper.html' title='I want an everlasting Gobstopper'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4456851192024908736</id><published>2008-09-01T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:16:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love meat paus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS WEN (SPACE) FEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for helping with the blogskins. I'm now a proud owner of my blog, smiling cheekily like spongebob. Thanks for sharing health education with me today, I just can't have enough!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes you can listen so hard for the faintest sounds, that you don't even hear the louder ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4456851192024908736?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4456851192024908736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4456851192024908736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4456851192024908736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4456851192024908736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-meat-paus.html' title='I love meat paus.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5936718653018518772</id><published>2008-08-31T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:25:40.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the everchanging Sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo1-zM1dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ntDCj8ziTW4/s1600-h/Photo0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240686761743275474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo1-zM1dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ntDCj8ziTW4/s320/Photo0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo2Ggg8bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xn3sneuqwFI/s1600-h/Photo0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240686763812385202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo2Ggg8bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xn3sneuqwFI/s320/Photo0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo2gT-06I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZZqq_A4CzQQ/s1600-h/Photo0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240686770739139490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo2gT-06I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZZqq_A4CzQQ/s320/Photo0150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo2z8jDaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/CBTLdgJ3Cfc/s1600-h/Photo0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240686776009559458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo2z8jDaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/CBTLdgJ3Cfc/s320/Photo0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo29x1BuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ow9K2iQEBRA/s1600-h/Photo0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240686778648954594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo29x1BuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ow9K2iQEBRA/s320/Photo0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmdRwnB9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WAfg0GYnlkU/s1600-h/Photo0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240684138312697810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmdRwnB9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WAfg0GYnlkU/s320/Photo0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmdlyN7WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-uSjBD6yFns/s1600-h/Photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240684143688150370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmdlyN7WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-uSjBD6yFns/s320/Photo0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey clement, this is the 159th picture in my phone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmeNk8CQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/218zedufIQk/s1600-h/Photo0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240684154369870082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmeNk8CQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/218zedufIQk/s320/Photo0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmefg0OgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4CMYuCxIZFc/s1600-h/Photo0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240684159184419330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmefg0OgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/4CMYuCxIZFc/s320/Photo0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqmeq3u3cI/AAAAAAAAAIE/G_TxpndixaE/s1600-h/Photo0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna have a baby! Who wants to make one with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5936718653018518772?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5936718653018518772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5936718653018518772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5936718653018518772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5936718653018518772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/everchanging-sky.html' title='the everchanging Sky.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SLqo1-zM1dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ntDCj8ziTW4/s72-c/Photo0155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-227161833258269807</id><published>2008-08-29T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:37:32.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a million insignificant Faces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought this year's teacher's day outing was the best :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I certainly miss our primary school days, when we were innocent and ignorant. When nothing seemed to matter. When homework was fun. When we had four subjects instead of nine. When recess queues were never long. When we did drama for every essay. When I'd visit the garden every recess. When we watch movies when complete a topic. When hopscotch was fun. When our school field was muddy as ever. When prefect duty was slack. When we'd play catching. When we'd laugh our ass off at something stupid. When we were all great friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think we should meet up more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do need someone. Yes, I do. But no one's within grasp. I stretch my hands but no one catches it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-227161833258269807?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/227161833258269807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=227161833258269807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/227161833258269807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/227161833258269807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/million-insignificant-faces.html' title='a million insignificant Faces.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2447933218519681862</id><published>2008-08-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:48:02.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if textbooks were Hard cash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been looking forward to tomorrow. Freakin school won't let me cut class to visit UPS. Hopefully the outing will lighten my week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The August flu caught me by the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It refused to budge, even after a swiggle, a bash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tagging careless victims,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;August flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Failure five minute poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2447933218519681862?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2447933218519681862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2447933218519681862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2447933218519681862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2447933218519681862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-textbooks-were-hard-cash.html' title='if textbooks were Hard cash.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3188231233765318535</id><published>2008-08-26T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T03:06:27.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>champagne Supernova, in the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreamy songs takes me away, takes everything away. Raging storms takes me away, takes everything away. I'm not a happy boy, but at least I try. Correction, I'm not a happy MAN :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney Channel is my life-saver from eternal emo-ness. Hannah Montana is an appetiser, Wizards of Waverly Place the main course, Suite Life of Zack and Cody the soup of the day, and the occasional sweet Cory's Life as the dessert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The idea of working at&lt;em&gt; NUM &lt;/em&gt;during the holidays have been comtemplating in my head. It'll be so cool, it's like the only job when you can work and look good at the same time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3188231233765318535?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3188231233765318535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3188231233765318535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3188231233765318535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3188231233765318535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/champagne.html' title='champagne Supernova, in the sky.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-9153428775987723361</id><published>2008-08-24T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:32:05.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who're the ones who truly care. It's as if, my vision is so much clearer now, so clear that it hurts. Yeah, it'll help me in the long run; at least I know people who're real, and people who're just plastering that stupid damn face. I feel pathetic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentosa + Carl's meal + Sleepover at Terence's + Sleeping for three hours + Freakin' CIP + Badminton = Major Fatigue + Negative feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I suppose the feelings were from somewhere else, but anyway, I love the Sentosa/Badminton/Mrt/Toilet gang. Sorry Isaac, for me missing afternoon Badminton. I'm glad you understand. I was so tired I slept to Jurong East till the staff woke me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want my blog to be Emo either, but I'm just one sad boy ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-9153428775987723361?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/9153428775987723361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=9153428775987723361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9153428775987723361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9153428775987723361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/suddenly-i-see.html' title='Suddenly I see.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4403840881009416594</id><published>2008-08-19T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:34:30.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a maroon sea with a Speck of black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt like a pain in the butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;School sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're good at this game, and I really don't want to play anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4403840881009416594?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4403840881009416594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4403840881009416594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4403840881009416594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4403840881009416594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/maroon-sea-with-speck-of-black.html' title='a maroon sea with a Speck of black.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7481252972716507489</id><published>2008-08-17T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T04:20:22.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Several thoughts make a story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny day, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was shopping for my bag at royal sporting house, when this girl walked into the shop, and she was browsing through the bags too. And then somehow, I don't know how, just some how, she thought I was the staff and asked me for the bag in another colour. I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't the staff, cos it's good fun :P So anyway, I made a new friend, Stella. I got my bag for fourty bucks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw alot of houses today. Retro, modern, common. And I wonder, what kind of an apartment will I live in, in the years to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a good home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-7481252972716507489?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7481252972716507489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7481252972716507489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7481252972716507489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7481252972716507489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/several-thoughts-make-story.html' title='Several thoughts make a story.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5770301799345585331</id><published>2008-08-16T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:32:29.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>到时。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for taking the initiative. I'd love to relive our happy moments, and I am going to. So what if strangers think we're gay. We have each other and that's what counts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Today was a blast, really. Meet Dave was awesome. The mum was off the hook. Let the music take me! Then went to Shane's concert, saw her and the gang perform the &lt;em&gt;ChuanChuan! &lt;/em&gt;It was cute I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;During the concert there was this song, it reminded me of my cousin so much. Hah, I even teared, I dont think anyone saw though :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, I got this hoodie for freakin ten bucks. I was telling my (adorable) mum about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I got this for ten dollars!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Yeah, and I'm Zhang ZiYi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5770301799345585331?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5770301799345585331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5770301799345585331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5770301799345585331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5770301799345585331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='到时。'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7759648968547327507</id><published>2008-08-15T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T04:38:53.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKVmwp7s7jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f2d27BgP-Mo/s1600-h/Photo0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234703127964085810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKVmwp7s7jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f2d27BgP-Mo/s320/Photo0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have found a weird but true trend in my life. It seems that, a person's voice has a big part to play in his life. For instance. A common lesson in my class. Someone with a jokey voice like Jabez says something stupid. Everyone laughs. Someone with an sarcastic tone like Clement says something retarded. Everyone laughs. Someone with bagfuls of lame jokes like JinPeng (I spelt your name correctly) cracks a lame joke. Everyone laughs. However, we fail to realise that, when someone else, say Tjioe, opens his mouth and says something, people jeer. What's even more amazing is that, they can say the same thing, and still receive the same results; one being responded and the other not. Wenjie speaks, and people asks him to shut up. Jabez speaks, we ask him to speak more, cos it's always something stupid and entertaining.. Different people get different response when they open up, and that's not in our control. I just find it so, retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8420959480355826311-7759648968547327507?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7759648968547327507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7759648968547327507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7759648968547327507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7759648968547327507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/give-me-more.html' title='give me More.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKVmwp7s7jI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f2d27BgP-Mo/s72-c/Photo0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7929882662022685949</id><published>2008-08-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:46:02.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite Studydate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBP2que22I/AAAAAAAAAHE/CfKLbcSOuCQ/s1600-h/Photo0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270567605295970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBP2que22I/AAAAAAAAAHE/CfKLbcSOuCQ/s320/Photo0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBP3ACCWZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dkP_W2eVWJ0/s1600-h/Photo0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270573324458386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBP3ACCWZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dkP_W2eVWJ0/s320/Photo0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBP3odquTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/23QdUX-glqA/s1600-h/Photo0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233270584177768754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBP3odquTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/23QdUX-glqA/s320/Photo0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBOpJA1eTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VISY3ojOhPc/s1600-h/Photo0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269235705542962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBOpJA1eTI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VISY3ojOhPc/s320/Photo0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBOpTdTQlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-ymmn7hbbGY/s1600-h/Photo0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBOqEXAgtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1eJQ35scurY/s1600-h/Photo0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269251636232914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBOqEXAgtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1eJQ35scurY/s320/Photo0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBOqtPuB7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/24T_D0LTB_k/s1600-h/Photo0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269262611515314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBOqtPuB7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/24T_D0LTB_k/s320/Photo0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBJ4G6l3cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PFBwX5ke9a4/s1600-h/Photo0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233263995282382274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBJ4G6l3cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PFBwX5ke9a4/s320/Photo0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBJ4npfp3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ja862GV8flQ/s1600-h/Photo0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233264004069042034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBJ4npfp3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ja862GV8flQ/s320/Photo0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBJ5KsP6hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_MqhwvmGb5E/s1600-h/Photo0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233264013475834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBJ5KsP6hI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_MqhwvmGb5E/s320/Photo0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBJ5QgGxiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fk_RTQRnqWk/s1600-h/Photo0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233264015035516450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBJ5QgGxiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fk_RTQRnqWk/s320/Photo0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foolish, retarded, happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-7929882662022685949?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7929882662022685949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7929882662022685949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7929882662022685949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7929882662022685949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favourite-studydate.html' title='my favourite Studydate.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SKBP2que22I/AAAAAAAAAHE/CfKLbcSOuCQ/s72-c/Photo0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-9204623858211119287</id><published>2008-08-09T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:38:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>count on me, Singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a small boy in a big world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'll succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos I have big dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-9204623858211119287?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/9204623858211119287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=9204623858211119287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9204623858211119287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9204623858211119287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/count-on-me-singapore.html' title='count on me, Singapore.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3709524187614222218</id><published>2008-08-08T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:50:46.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not an emo post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suddenly feel like saying a million sorries and a million thankyous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wenfei&lt;/strong&gt;, this is the 3478568346576 times im saying thank you. I've said so much stuff you'd probably know what I'm gonna say. I've known you for a good six years (and counting) and you've brought in much to my life. Cheers, my old pal :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dwi&lt;/strong&gt;, you've become something I look forward to at the end of everyday. You surprise me with something everytime; you must be the best neighbour in whole wide world. Thanks for baking pie (don't mix sugar with salt) and drawing for me when I'm down. uh I'm gonna do your thing and write 'XOXO' :) see you tonight for disneychannel nightwatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seb&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for all the sunday night rituals to make me feel not sian. Must take me to be fantastic-cut-hair-place next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alyssa&lt;/strong&gt;, sorry for not contacting you for so long. I will never forget our hideout date kay. We'll walk town and talk idiotic someday again! Thank you for always listening to my shitty problems, and don't hesitate to throw some of yours to me. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shuli&lt;/strong&gt;, once again, the 738904578936 time I'm saying thank you. Thanks for the pretty card too, it's not gay :) Although our friendship wasn't always smooth-sailing, I treasure it, and I won't wanna lose it. And you owe me Yami yoghurt! Haha, Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UncleKun&lt;/strong&gt;, 谢谢你一直以来的照顾，还有星期六的宵夜。你的咖哩非常美味，我再吃也吃不腻！我会尽量改，然后用标准的华文和你交谈。多多指教！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;, I hope you've been doing fine. I miss the days when we would talk about Prada and LV even when we've hardly seen them. I'm sorry for hurting you in the past, and I hope you'll forgive me. I hope we can shop for events again, cos no one judges like you. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mars&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you for being my sister man. Although I havent been contacting you for some time, I want the Sentosa Four to go sentosa again! And we'll go, for you. I'll miss you when you move to Canada, and don't forget to visit! Hotline, 90662007. Call for help :) See you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaac&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm glad I've been of help to your problems, and I hope you'll continue to think positive :) Thank you for listening to my crap as well. English Getai is good, no chinese please. Don't forget to tell me when you get a girlfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie&lt;/strong&gt;, I honestly couldn't believe it when you remembered my birthday :) Honestly, I only remembered yours when I saw the reminder in my phone. Thank you for the baking gloves man, I can't bear to use them though. I'll get you the weird bag (can put pictures on it one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chris&lt;/strong&gt;, Madonna is not hot, I hope we get it clear. Thank you for making me realise I'm not as weird as I think, and that deep voices aren't exactly bad. Thanks for all the crapping, can't wait for more. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keefe&lt;/strong&gt;, you burly muffin! I love your bag like anything and I wanna get it :) I'm really sorry I TOTALLY missed out on your birthday present. I promise to get you something to compensate for the loss man. Now let's train hardcore till our butts cramp and win a title next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jingwei&lt;/strong&gt;, although you're not very sensible and can be ultra insensitive, thank you for making my trainings interesting. Just keep telling about your stuff, while I try to keep count of the number of girls you like. I know you're gonna beat me in my event, and you dont need to apologise, cos you deserve it more than me. Cheers, boobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elaine&lt;/strong&gt;, I realised I havent met you for a century. Our comedy company is winding up man, lousy CEO (but very very good friend) we need to revive business and laughter. You make me wanna get bracers, and the newurbanmale singlet. Cheers, prettygirlwithoutbracersanymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clement&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for acting stupid in class with me, and coming up with funny slogans and shit. The way you take things so easy makes me jealous man. Teach me a thing or two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junwei&lt;/strong&gt;, I actually want to thank you for crapping with me in school, and anywhere else when we're together. Sentosa gang is love and I won't miss another Sentosa outing! For now, Cheers yidian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;, I havent seen you for 144 days (I checked the calender) when're you coming back huh. You need to teach me how to make raspberry cheesecake! Thanks for writing me an essay of how to stay boredom-free. I hope you've been making good love with your books and studies there! Still, come back soon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;omg, the list will be sufficient to built a staircase to the moon, if i continue. There's just so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3709524187614222218?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3709524187614222218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3709524187614222218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3709524187614222218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3709524187614222218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-emo-post.html' title='not an emo post.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7227126196177013264</id><published>2008-08-06T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:20:10.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things I owe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSyM_WF3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZePJMnZk4Lg/s1600-h/Photo0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231373833345570674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSyM_WF3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZePJMnZk4Lg/s320/Photo0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSZ40qAnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XXrBQ-sWc0Q/s1600-h/Photo0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231373415615169138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSZ40qAnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XXrBQ-sWc0Q/s320/Photo0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSZ8sXp-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2cLa8GSLwcQ/s1600-h/Photo0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231373416654153698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSZ8sXp-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2cLa8GSLwcQ/s320/Photo0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSaHEgwNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cLKXor4BzBc/s1600-h/Photo0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231373419439767762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSaHEgwNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cLKXor4BzBc/s320/Photo0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSaSqzcYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/R3Jqk-15sgo/s1600-h/Photo0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231373422553166210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSaSqzcYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/R3Jqk-15sgo/s320/Photo0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSam27bXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LfzIlC1l8Eg/s1600-h/Photo0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231373427972730226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSam27bXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LfzIlC1l8Eg/s320/Photo0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Beloved Sentosa Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for the concern, guys. I really appreciate it, from the bottomless pit of sadness in my heart. I've begun to realise what's real and what's not. I'm pretty grateful for my mind, cos I think so much, and I wriggle my problems through most of the time, like some auto-heal-itself thing. Now, it feels so light, cos I just don't care as much. And I'm happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wenfei, you're one of the few real things in my life. I don't wanna lose you, and I'm really happy we're good friends. Thank you for texting me in the mornings, at night, and anytime else. Thank you for understanding my ridiculous thoughts sometimes. I'm most grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shuli, thank you for talking to me on Sunday. You helped my think-alot-but-very-slow brain realise that it doesn't matter what others think about you. I used to be self-conscious and neutral among people, as if people will murder me if I'm not a friend or anything. You're one where I turn to for advice all the time. You've done much for me, and I hope I've done the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isaac, thank you for talking to me in class, hearing out my problems. I hope I've been of help to your problems as well, and you can come to me anytime. But for now let's continue singing english melodies. (Psst, I think we can start an English Getai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This are just a few I'd like to mention. Thanks, each and everyone of you that showed concern for me. I appreciate it like I appreciate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-7227126196177013264?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7227126196177013264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7227126196177013264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7227126196177013264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7227126196177013264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-i-owe.html' title='things I owe.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJmSyM_WF3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZePJMnZk4Lg/s72-c/Photo0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5863303839209550735</id><published>2008-08-03T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:57:08.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this happy story has a Sad ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm crushed. I wish that someone will break into my house and shoot me in the head right now, so that I won't feel a thing, after that ant bite. I don't know who I am anymore. And I really can't be bothered to do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry I had to skip the happy post of yesterday's outing for this shit. I just can't do it now. Sorry, my beloved Sentosa gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5863303839209550735?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5863303839209550735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5863303839209550735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5863303839209550735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5863303839209550735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-happy-story-has-sad-ending.html' title='this happy story has a Sad ending.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-9214998894272657527</id><published>2008-08-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:37:00.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hot, hot Summer day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJMdsqdNhZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aPAvS8sbdA4/s1600-h/Photo0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229556245455537554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJMdsqdNhZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aPAvS8sbdA4/s320/Photo0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOT STUFF MANZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we had the CIP today, and I saw this half Japanese half Singaporean girl, who's totally cute. Her eyes are like the size of the moon. Oh, but she's only twelve :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, I'm not a phidophile (spelling?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And we had alot of toast-sighting today. A few strawberry, a few chocolate, a handful of kaya, and an even bigger handful of &lt;em&gt;chao ta,&lt;/em&gt; and one really chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; chao ta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing like hopscotch on a summer day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-9214998894272657527?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/9214998894272657527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=9214998894272657527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9214998894272657527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9214998894272657527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/08/hot-stuff-manzzzz.html' title='A hot, hot Summer day.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SJMdsqdNhZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aPAvS8sbdA4/s72-c/Photo0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4583725166109635338</id><published>2008-07-31T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:28:01.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, Delilah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My day got ruined. Luckily I had a Superwoman save me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for the daily disney-channel nightwatch, It's a luxury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, exams are gonna be over, big whoop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, it's just not enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4583725166109635338?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4583725166109635338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4583725166109635338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4583725166109635338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4583725166109635338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-delilah.html' title='oh, Delilah.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7247988698813179750</id><published>2008-07-28T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:08:44.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so Near yet so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to let you in on a secret: You've got everything you need to be happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new attitude may not be able to change the world, but t can change your world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part of our problem today, one reason we confuse pleasure with happiness. The former is a sensual feeling, the latter is spiritual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evertime we do something to empty that wrry box of whatever i troubling us, we find some way to fill it up again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The secrets to happiness are all in your head, not just because they're attitudes, but because they're truths we learned at some point in our lives but have eiher overlooked or forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna be a shifu of happiness, and I'll open my sect and teach people how to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take nets and credit cards :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-7247988698813179750?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7247988698813179750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7247988698813179750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7247988698813179750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7247988698813179750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='so Near yet so far.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8605048441743592478</id><published>2008-07-25T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:07:10.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So close.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SInp1SOZv4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZpeKSCLT8lo/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226965944174755714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SInp1SOZv4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZpeKSCLT8lo/s320/Photo0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SInp1svv5PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/U2FcBXF1WVg/s1600-h/Photo0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226965951293940978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SInp1svv5PI/AAAAAAAAAEs/U2FcBXF1WVg/s320/Photo0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; I was so shocked man. I can't believe I attract cats too. This babe here crawled through the metal gate and ran into the room, up my leg, and believe it or not, she's sitting on my desk now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Wens, thanks for today, I super appreciate it. Thanks for telling me not to be Emo. Thanks for arranging my stationery in my Superman pencil case. Thanks for the heartwarming notes. I treasure our friendship more than any others, for it has sailed through rough storms and remote seas (i dont think I'm talking sense here) and I'll keep it forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. I'M NOT CHILDISH. DON'T JUDGE ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SInp1910sTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/daSxOevYzdk/s1600-h/Photo0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226965955882823986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SInp1910sTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/daSxOevYzdk/s320/Photo0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8605048441743592478?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8605048441743592478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8605048441743592478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8605048441743592478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8605048441743592478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-close.html' title='So close.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SInp1SOZv4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZpeKSCLT8lo/s72-c/Photo0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7736136465485068521</id><published>2008-07-24T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T04:17:16.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I think I like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to think you were different from the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought you were one of those whom I can share personal stuff with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought you were real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I trusted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet, you barge in with a gun pointed at my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you threaten to pull the trigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to tell you, that it's your loss and not mine, but I can't bear to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;To think I still think of you as a friend now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, look me in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And fire away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Porridge, for rining me up in the middle of the night just to make sure I'm doing fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although I got to know you through a dramatic sequence, I'm really glad we're friends today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;And that doesn't mean you dont owe me ice cream anymore :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-7736136465485068521?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7736136465485068521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7736136465485068521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7736136465485068521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7736136465485068521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-i-think-i-like-you.html' title='Hi, I think I like you.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3455184715078191008</id><published>2008-07-22T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T06:39:00.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie Theorem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Valerie theorem states that when you're in love, you're blinded and won't be able to see the flaws of your lover. Valerie is a smart girl :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you guys thought, &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;if only time could stop? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I had the powers to make time stop whenever I want, the world would be a better place. I'd save all the people before the tsunami hits. I'd save the people before the buildings collapsed. I'd free all the animals without anyone knowing. I'll be Robin Hood and steal food for people in Cambodia. So many things I'd do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then of course, I'd so selfish things. I'd cheat in my tests and hey we all know that that's the first thought that comes to mind, aye? :) So the question lies here. Would you put your gift to good use when you're in possession? Would you do the right things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With great power comes great responsibility.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although it sounds funny sometimes, this spidey-quote is meaningful. And yes, I think too much, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3455184715078191008?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3455184715078191008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3455184715078191008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3455184715078191008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3455184715078191008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/valerie-theorem.html' title='Valerie Theorem'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-385901748725243495</id><published>2008-07-21T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:55:17.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet Blue hummingbird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was God's way of being sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And you sit in the corner silently, emotions devouring your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things do go wrong in life, in fact they always will. These things, you wish you have control over them, but the shitty fact is you don't, so the only thing you can and should do, is to perfet the things within your control. Growing up is all about picking yourself up after you fall, no matter how many times. Yes you fall, you get bruises, but when you heal, it forms a thicker layer of protection where you fell on. Falling makes you stronger, don't be afraid to fall. Like I said, I'll always be there to catch you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, life's too short for unhappiness. You live in this world for no one but yourself, so live it well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Here's a little something that might put a smile on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never go gloomy, use your mind, Hope is a better companion than fear;&lt;br /&gt;Providence, ever benignant and kind, Gives with a smile what you take with a tear;&lt;br /&gt;All will be right, Look to the light.&lt;br /&gt;Morning was ever the daughter of night; All that was black will be all that is bright.&lt;br /&gt;Many a foe is a friend in disguise, Many a trouble a blessing most true,&lt;br /&gt;Remember these words of wisdom and wise, Your life will be easier and you will not be blue.&lt;br /&gt;Never lose your hope, follow your plan And live life doing all that you can&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got your back, Isaac :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-385901748725243495?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/385901748725243495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=385901748725243495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/385901748725243495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/385901748725243495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-blue-hummingbird.html' title='the sweet Blue hummingbird.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8775736057014528608</id><published>2008-07-20T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:12:56.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I didn't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I found and fixed an old MP3 player. I plugged it in, and I listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Memories, so many memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was as if a part of my childhood was stored inside, and it gets inserted into my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, Ms Hua asked me to become a frickin Prefect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She should've seen the likes of me in primary school man. Prefect duty = sleeping. But anyway, she said it'll look good on my CV or whatever, and I only have to do three months. So, well, I've decided to give it a try, despite already having not enough time for all the shit commitments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I just went swimming and I'm tanned like Joel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(similarities of prefects man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8775736057014528608?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8775736057014528608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8775736057014528608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8775736057014528608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8775736057014528608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wish-i-didnt-care.html' title='I wish I didn&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1249632710290547143</id><published>2008-07-17T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:18:58.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be Sad, it's contagious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I look good like I'm good to pick on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, some idiot cut my queue and flung vulgarities all over, and said I'd lose my face the moment I left school. Bleah, we ran him over in the damn canteen. That rat has no balls man, running and hiding away. Just in case the pussyface is reading this blog, here's a note to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I'm working hard to keep my expertives from escaping my lips. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and I'm serious, sadness is contagious. I think they should scientifically prove it man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, FRIENDS QUIT BEING SAD OR I'M GONNA DIE BEFORE YOU DO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1249632710290547143?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1249632710290547143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1249632710290547143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1249632710290547143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1249632710290547143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-be-sad-its-contagious.html' title='don&apos;t be Sad, it&apos;s contagious.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3493692800661100416</id><published>2008-07-16T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:50:08.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Supernova.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATS CATHIGH TRACKNFIELD TEAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay, we did us proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow, this year, the championships felt different to me. I feel something when our team is so close to winning. I feel something when our team is beaten by a small margin. I feel something for the flaws and strengths of our team. And for once, I felt proud of the CatHigh T&amp;amp;F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, I've always though track and field was an individual sport. No doubt, it's true to some extent. But on the whole, we're on track and field team. Every athlete matters. On that field, we're alone, but back on the stand, we're a troop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures on when I get them, thanks Chye for piggyback-ing me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3493692800661100416?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3493692800661100416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3493692800661100416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3493692800661100416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3493692800661100416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/supernova.html' title='the Supernova.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-6605423671587059003</id><published>2008-07-15T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:28:58.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the metal Underwear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I truly hate chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder which part of civilisation went so wrong that Chinese was invented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening Compre sucked bad, I have like two wrong already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, as usual I'm in no mood to study for the exams. I wonder if my dad"s sperms had some shit in the nucleus that disallows the offspring to study. Or whether the egg has the cell wall that filters such stuff. I'm trying hard to study, but a goldfish can beat my attention span. I need someone to work with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE MAKE ME A STUDYDATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-6605423671587059003?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/6605423671587059003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=6605423671587059003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6605423671587059003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6605423671587059003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/metal-underwear.html' title='the metal Underwear.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-503610131465115711</id><published>2008-07-13T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T04:37:40.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indispensible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SHnnv8Rjg3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9ujUx8khMxk/s1600-h/new+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222460053732426610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SHnnv8Rjg3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9ujUx8khMxk/s320/new+phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SHnnv8O3fKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/skXMWsxbLg0/s1600-h/newphone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222460053721152674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SHnnv8O3fKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/skXMWsxbLg0/s320/newphone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY NEW BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got a new phone, love it. It's so sexy, I feel naked just looking at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, the promoter was telling us how cheap it is, with this offer and that. So we were happy, then when we made payment, it was like, 200 bucks more expensive. Hahaha, loser promoter man, got my mum pissed. She almost ate her, demanding a discount. Not my money anyway ;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&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/8420959480355826311-503610131465115711?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/503610131465115711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=503610131465115711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/503610131465115711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/503610131465115711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/indispensible.html' title='Indispensible.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SHnnv8Rjg3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9ujUx8khMxk/s72-c/new+phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3628105652931207999</id><published>2008-07-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:48:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she isn't Immortal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems that, you appear paler with each passing day. You tell me that yo do not fear Death, and you only fear that I'll be sad. But telling you that I'm not would be lying. How could I not be. You're my family, one of the closest kins I have. Heck, you're just like my sister, who watches out for her little brother, for his every step. I would give my life for you when the situation demands, but now, you hold me in your hands, ever so cold. I promise that I'll bring you to the many places in my native land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then I question myself, can I really afford to lose you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3628105652931207999?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3628105652931207999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3628105652931207999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3628105652931207999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3628105652931207999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/she-isnt-immortal.html' title='she isn&apos;t Immortal.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8808860693145406499</id><published>2008-07-11T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:10:48.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the boring game, called Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SHdZzk7aUmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_TdpYYbnNHI/s1600-h/DSC00952.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221741035580445282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SHdZzk7aUmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_TdpYYbnNHI/s320/DSC00952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; GUYS THIS IS FAKE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha. Training was good fun, in fact it lighted up my (really bad) day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I saw this hot girl on the mrt and I challanged myself not to look at her, AND I DIDNT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and I saw this guy, his name tag was, DANIEL OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I appreciate my chronicles of MRT-rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8808860693145406499?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8808860693145406499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8808860693145406499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8808860693145406499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8808860693145406499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/guys-this-is-fake.html' title='the boring game, called Life.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SHdZzk7aUmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_TdpYYbnNHI/s72-c/DSC00952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2063213054978374064</id><published>2008-07-09T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:42:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I (don't) like you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;It's all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The championships are over, and I'm beaten with 6th placing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea people say it's good for a Sec3, but I know I could've done better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah feels so emo man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenfei told me not to be emo, and I nodded, but I realise I can never really steer myself away unless I have something occupied in my head. And yes, Track and Field is an individual sport and there's no one to support you when you fall. Sucks manxzxzx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, on a lighter note, GAMES FROM NOW ON. And more time to focus on school work. And it's not my fault there's five tests in the next two days and I only knew it yesterday (cos I didn't pay attention) Not studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Thanks Wens for asking me to go back to the stadium. Thanks for accompanying me through dinner. Thanks for putting smiles on my face after a fall. Love you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm glad I met up with the W&amp;amp;S today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; So Wens and I were heading to Popular to get my Superman pencil case, when we saw MR CHEW. Like, omfg, he had those suspecting eyes. He even tailed us to Popular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEREK YEO I HATE YOU COS YOU DAO ME EVEN WHEN I WAVE MY HAND IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2063213054978374064?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2063213054978374064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2063213054978374064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2063213054978374064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2063213054978374064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-like-you.html' title='I (don&apos;t) like you.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2671784138879906770</id><published>2008-07-08T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T04:54:27.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"what're you doing in my mouth?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ORAL IS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Salvation is here!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy cos it's (probably) the last Chinese oral of my life! WAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so the topic was about third language, and I felt I did pretty well. Although after that I realised I have some points left unspoken. Yes, and KZQ said I have english accent when I speak chinese. Got me worried man. Anyway, the examiner was informed that I had to take the oral today cos I had competition tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“你明天要参加什么比赛？”&lt;br /&gt;“田径，”&lt;br /&gt;“噢，是什么项目的？”&lt;br /&gt;"短跑。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, I had no idea what discus what called in chinese, and I didnt want to reveal my lousy chinese standards, so I lied that I was in sprints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry man, I know this is an insult to some sprinters out there, but hey, I had no choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2671784138879906770?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2671784138879906770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2671784138879906770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2671784138879906770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2671784138879906770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/whatre-you-doing-in-my-mouth.html' title='&quot;what&apos;re you doing in my mouth?&quot;'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5130072047478350011</id><published>2008-07-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:33:12.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Green blood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, today's monday, oral's on tuesday, nationals are on wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm ever so unprepared for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saved my nephew yesterday, in town. A car nearly ran him over, and I carried him and ran. It was that moment when I felt so relieved, and I found that my life can always be of help to others. It was good reason to live on in this cold world. To dedicate and help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes, as usual, I can't recall the funny ass moments. Went to Wai's place today, and just played my afternoon away. Oh, I placed my pot of lunch on my oral revision material. I know everyone's saying that, &lt;em&gt;omfg chinese is so damn important, I'd better get my grip on it. &lt;/em&gt;I just can't do that man, like I said, I'm sure chinese means 'evil' in some other language. CHI-NESE. Sounds like a mutated penis ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I live to help and serve, but that doesn't mean you can run me over, Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5130072047478350011?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5130072047478350011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5130072047478350011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5130072047478350011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5130072047478350011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-blood.html' title='the Green blood.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5178355395460212025</id><published>2008-07-05T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:03:59.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if my Heart was stone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Homecoming was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tiring, but fun. Dunk dunk dunk. Ah, I've never had so much fun since I-don't-know-when. Only bad thing about today was Tjioe. When people asked him for donations he took coupons out of MY wallet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt today that I'm very insecured. I feel like I'll fall into some bottomless pit of doom if I'm nudged. And the low confidence and self-esteem doesn't help. Sometimes I can't help but feel so secluded, alienated, as if I'm alone in this. And no, I don't mean I don't cherish my friends, I do. I love each and every one of my friends, and I apologise if I practised the cheekopeh habit on you :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish I could buy self confidence. I wish I can buy natural good looks. I wish, I wish, I wish I didn't have so many ridiculous and selfish wants. Ah, I hate myself.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw familiar faces today. And yes, I saw you Nat, I think, but you were busy with something, so yea. Oh sheesh and today we met this sadist father who dunked his son for like mroe than ten times! And then Terence and I thought that scars on his legs were cane marks. Ah, poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish for all the unhappiness in the world to dissipate, like my faith and hope in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5178355395460212025?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5178355395460212025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5178355395460212025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5178355395460212025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5178355395460212025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-my-heart-was-stone.html' title='if my Heart was stone.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4351479402829672989</id><published>2008-07-04T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:04:05.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recognition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that Uncle Ringo sounds sinister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as usual, i cant remember what happened during the day. anyway, homecoming's tomorrow, but nothing steers me on for the usual excitement of the event. I'm just, 'Oh okay." Haha, just no motivation. I try to tell myself that life is great as can be, and I should be elated that I'm living in this world. but somehow, I reach a point where I sulk and swear at anything. Bish, today the monkey teacher told us to help him out (which was btw time consuming) and I got so fed up I sweared in front of him. haha, he seemed intimidated, stupid monkey. So yea, homecoming tomorrow, big whoop. I'm simply out of energy to blog further. I'm just so tired, mentally and physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can't stand the pain, And I can't make it go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4351479402829672989?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4351479402829672989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4351479402829672989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4351479402829672989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4351479402829672989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/recognition.html' title='recognition.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3224006040938739640</id><published>2008-07-02T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:31:44.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Melancholy doesn't help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SGtyNs8RQzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jnMOCrVpd7k/s1600-h/SANY0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218390172966667058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SGtyNs8RQzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jnMOCrVpd7k/s320/SANY0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Coolest carplate number everrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SGtyN2GIVtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VMOWUCwoAts/s1600-h/SANY0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218390175423944402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SGtyN2GIVtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VMOWUCwoAts/s320/SANY0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SGtyOTprbWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KkI6CaNSct0/s1600-h/SANY0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218390183357672802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SGtyOTprbWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KkI6CaNSct0/s320/SANY0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clearly, they don't spell well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blog has been picture-less for some time, so I decided to learn how to use the stupid camcorder. Turned out it worked just like my phone :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whenever I encounter something interesting in the day, I'll tell myself, I'm gonna blog about it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And somehow I never succeed in remembering all the crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes, Lee Jingwei came in first in the WALA! (it's some international competition for youths) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a boy with a great junior :D I'm so glad I was there to witness his triumph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Congrats Jingwei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and uh, friday is the Be-Yourself day? So we get to wear home clothes, to study. Like it'll frickin help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So anyway, I'll sign off, to go uh, get emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I discovered that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Emo helps you get to sleep :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3224006040938739640?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3224006040938739640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3224006040938739640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3224006040938739640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3224006040938739640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/07/melancholy-doesnt-help.html' title='the Melancholy doesn&apos;t help.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SGtyNs8RQzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jnMOCrVpd7k/s72-c/SANY0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4660013098330815332</id><published>2008-06-30T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:09:44.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>killer tension.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes you call out for help.&lt;br /&gt;You wave your arms frantically, desperately hoping for someone to respond.&lt;br /&gt;And people do see your plea, yet they turn back, and simply walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to get my mood affected by other negative emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at times, I cant just ignore them, not even for a second.&lt;br /&gt;They haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been tiring, and unfortunate. Good luck, Jingwei for tomorrow's WALA meet!&lt;br /&gt;JingWei FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you dare hurt her again, I swear to God, I will personally crush you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even though it means I'll get detained or something.&lt;br /&gt;By all means, try me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4660013098330815332?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4660013098330815332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4660013098330815332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4660013098330815332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4660013098330815332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/killer-tension.html' title='killer tension.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2734299497048345085</id><published>2008-06-29T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:24:22.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because You live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to the choir concert yesternight. The Sc pri girls were just adorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the first song they sang, can anyone tell me the song title? It's the theme song of Castle In The Air I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for the hug Shane, I needed it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh and Shane said I look better in long pants. hm, maybe I should stick to the casual tshirt and jeans :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;which leads me to another big thought: What's my dressing sense gonna be like ten years down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I was thinking, maybe a V-neck, jeans, and a coat, finished off with shoes from PedroShop and good hair. Genius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, my sister and I went to CCK park, which was like, crowded. Frickin kids spilled drink ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and we jogged, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i lapped my sister for five times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know she's not the best runner around, but hey, five times around the damn park is ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, my cousin made breakfast for me. Two eggs for the eyes and bacon for the smile. And tomatoes for the cheeks and chilli sauce as eyesbrows. I was damn touched, cos she woke at like, five to make those. And yes, I weeped abit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;For a moment I felt like the luckiest man on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You seem so foreign and afraid of me, as if you'd crumble if I edged closer. Why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2734299497048345085?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2734299497048345085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2734299497048345085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2734299497048345085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2734299497048345085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-you-live.html' title='because You live.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5872947075710919236</id><published>2008-06-27T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:39:26.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I space Love space You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people around me all getting sad, in one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People often get sad, because they can't see the broader perspectives to the situations. Big picture man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's this chinese saying I remember which happens to be a lil irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;忍一时，风平浪静。退一步，海阔天空。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It means that if you tolerate a while, things will remain fine, and when you take a step back, you'll get the full picture and well, won't do stupid stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For Shane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Rest your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You worry too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its going to be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When times get rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can fall back on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dont give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please dont give up,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told you we're alike in so many ways. We lead sad lives, but hey, at least you have great friends. Always look on the bright side of life! ( I showed you that video before!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5872947075710919236?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5872947075710919236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5872947075710919236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5872947075710919236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5872947075710919236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-space-love-space-you.html' title='I space Love space You.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3300373199827711638</id><published>2008-06-26T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T05:36:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>read the damn Manual.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is just one joke day. Sometimes I wish I was in America, where everyone believed in freedom of speech. Racist jokes are funny, we have to keep quiet because uh, it's not allowed in Singapore. Honestly I won't mind people making fun of my race. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out Carlos Mencia. He's someone who believes in freedom of speech, and wants everyone to have fun, just laughing and making fun of everyone, including himself. I admire him (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so yea, I wont continue, in case I get frickin' sued or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway I recalled a joke I came across some time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three men got caught by a tribe. The tribe leader told them to do as he says or they're good as dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The three men nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Now each of you go find a fruit, and bring ten of it back!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three of them hurriedly set off to search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not long after, the first guy came back running with ten apples in his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The tribal leader spoke, "Very well, now stuff these fruits inside your rectum (through the hole...), and if you make a sound I'll kill you,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The man sighed, and started off.&lt;br /&gt;One, two... He moaned in pain, and was killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not long after, the second guy came running with ten cherries.&lt;br /&gt;After being told the instructions, he started off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... he burst out in laughter and was killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meanwhile in heaven, the first guy met the second guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"hey you could've made it, why did you laugh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The second said," I saw the hird guy coming with pineapples!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay anyway, Daniel owes me Java Chips and MrNg owes me Kitkat. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3300373199827711638?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3300373199827711638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3300373199827711638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3300373199827711638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3300373199827711638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/read-damn-manual.html' title='read the damn Manual.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-934272848891446720</id><published>2008-06-25T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:46:06.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nitric acid irritates your eyes and should be kept away from them as far as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I had to learn it the hard way. MsKhoo is pretty friendly and humurous I guess, despite her killer stare and killer Curves. I won't use boobs cos boobs is overused today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, we had this relationship talk kinda thing, which was basically about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sex, love, infatuation, marriage, sex, self-control, sex, friends, sex, relationships, sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Chye told me I behave 'not as crazily' when there're girls around. Sucks ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or maybe i'm just too crazy in school. I nearly had a bet with some guy that I'd get MsKhoo's number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Then later we found a dead cat in the corner of the gym. Coach was super.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Omg! Are those maggots?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(hey i really didnt have a clue kay. They looked like  pop corn cos they twirled up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Oh no, they're earthworms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I had no idea Germans and Singaporeans had the same sense of humour ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-934272848891446720?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/934272848891446720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=934272848891446720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/934272848891446720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/934272848891446720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/nitric-acid-irritates-your-eyes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7273594961328589488</id><published>2008-06-24T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:25:41.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow I wish this was true. Anyway I'm just bored to pieces, so I'm checking out some quizzes. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TeeHee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-7273594961328589488?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7273594961328589488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7273594961328589488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7273594961328589488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7273594961328589488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored-again.html' title='bored (again)'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-862226207818564675</id><published>2008-06-24T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T04:40:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Heart burns for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, I guess the previous posts were getting a little too emo(tional). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things are starting to look up, or rather, I was starting to look from another perspective. I won't burst into tears when I see my cousin now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her name's Jamie, i feel tired typing 'my cousin' all the time. instead of crying, i put on a smile. sometimes i try to plaster it on, so that she'll smile too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, school today was good, i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bitch here Bitch there Bitch everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh guess wat, I'm math rep. so now I collect YOUR work, and I copy! Muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And thanks Shuli &amp;amp; Wens. Your diary has helped me organise matters, and hand up work on time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;handing work on time, it's like finding kryptonite. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TeeHee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-862226207818564675?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/862226207818564675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=862226207818564675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/862226207818564675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/862226207818564675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-heart-burns-for-you.html' title='my Heart burns for you.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4298182903432543368</id><published>2008-06-23T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:29:04.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the Beast in our heads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school today made me feel common, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like I was any other student, with common friends, common homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it provided me a space to breathe and think, in the midst of all this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laughter, smiles, Jokes, irritation, it all made me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suddenly, I seem to look forward to School, where escapism awaits, from this fucked up situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, last night, my cousin and I baked. Flour flew across the kitchen, half beaten eggs on the floor, our mould almost being poisoned by some lizard pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When i told her i wanted to video-cam all of it down, she refused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She says that, she doesnt want me to miss her too much, cos she knows im exactly that type who will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;remember the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I want you to rush forward in life. Don't be burdened by your past!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were both in tears. They just seem to flow up out of my eyes in streams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her embrace seemed like the most comfortable thing I've ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I only had two hours of sleep before school started, it was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shane told me, that God wants to end her suffering. she was so sure about it that it convinced me, and it was another way to see it. It made me feel much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks Shane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4298182903432543368?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4298182903432543368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4298182903432543368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4298182903432543368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4298182903432543368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-beast-in-our-heads.html' title='it&apos;s the Beast in our heads.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5245225807419506280</id><published>2008-06-21T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:06:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free me now.</title><content type='html'>I was totally controlled by my emotions. When I couldn't find my calculator I dont know what the hell caused me to get so darn frustrated, to the point of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, Relationship problems, My cousin, the past, &lt;em&gt;Everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm only fucking fifteen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have the saddest life anyone can possibly get. Yea, I try to be optimistic, so you see me laughing my ass off around. I remember my uncle telling me, that he was thankful I was optimistic, because if I weren't I probably would've cried a pacific ocean out of my eyes. I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i can only see the unfortunate events in my head, right at the bottom of the pit. during nights I'd just cry to sleep, before I enter a temporary moment of escapism. When i wake, everything starts flowing back into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my closest friends seem to dissipate, and I understand their reasons, but I just feel so helpless. No one to talk to, leaving my head to wonder, remeber, recollect, and break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesternight, my cousin came back to Singapore. I didnt know what I felt. Happy, yet depressing.&lt;br /&gt;She was pale as can be, sitting in a wheelchair. It hurts me to see her so.&lt;br /&gt;and i spoke, my words blurred by the hints of crying. And I told her that she'd be alright.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling, it just threw me into tears.&lt;br /&gt;but i knew i had to be strong, in front of her, that's what she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5245225807419506280?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5245225807419506280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5245225807419506280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5245225807419506280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5245225807419506280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/free-me-now.html' title='Free me now.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-9207556368852763683</id><published>2008-06-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:07:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish.</title><content type='html'>sometimes, no matter how hard you try to think positive, You simply can't, cos sometimes, &lt;em&gt;there just aren't any positive sides to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My close relative is down with cancer. She's waiting for her time. When the call came, i was just dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my uncle three years ago; he was closer to me than my dad was. Now this.&lt;br /&gt;I love her. she was the best big sister anyone could ever have. I just love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, you so see me laughing off and smiling like nothing matters. ironically, my face is tear-filled now.&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't cry; i know i gotta be strong. That was what she would've wanted me to be. And that's what I'll become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason, Shuli says. I wish that she'll be blessed with every happiness. I'll make her remaining days her best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'm having my national juniors meet. I have no idea how I'll perform in a state like that. I hope i don't disappoint my Coach. ah, gotta give it all I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the tear flow never ceases.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-9207556368852763683?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/9207556368852763683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=9207556368852763683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9207556368852763683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9207556368852763683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8623495063686261897</id><published>2008-06-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:12:03.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because It's hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so I went out with a diva today. She won't allow me to post her picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're great, just the way you are. I'm really glad today happened. It felt like a gift :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so gonna win the bet. We'll be back at the secret hideout, every year. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks for today, Poh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today i thought again, mostly about my dad. Sometimes i wonder whether i'm really his son. I'm nothing like him, not a hint. it kept occuring to me that one day my dad will tell me that I'm not his son, (from this part onwards it's crap) and he'll tell me my real parents are super secret agents and they died in action and he, being a good friend of my parents promised to take care of me. that'd be frickin' cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh well, for now I'm just a small boy. Living in a big world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day, I'll be a big boy, living in a big world. My world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8623495063686261897?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8623495063686261897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8623495063686261897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8623495063686261897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8623495063686261897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-its-hard.html' title='because It&apos;s hard.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-6925039074739639914</id><published>2008-06-18T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:57:30.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rip that mask off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember, my first impression of the Ouyongs and the Chens were like, "omg, I'm gonna be spending this trip with a bunch of Lians."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, i used to classify girls who wear funny outfits and have this weirdass hairdo, occasionally twit (no offence) under the category of Lians. and i know alot of us does the same. It can't be helped, human beings love to classify stuff. I used to think Lians were people who only cared about how their hair looks like (wait so do I), and get the latest skinny jeans trend. Heck, Lian sounds funny, who the hell came up with the name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so I was spending my first day with them at the driving range, hoping they wouldnt call their beng friends to come whoop my ass or something. Well, they're actually really nice people, I swear i got a shock. I know my vocab sucks like crap, it's hard for me to describe stuff. They just were not what i thought of them to be. It jerked me into deep though (once again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;classification. assumptions. discrimination. I'm sure im not the only person who feels this way. but well, why classify and differentiate when we're all goddamn humans. Yea sure, the AhBengs can be intimidating, they fish their phone out of their pocket and the whole gang is behind him before you know it. oh yea, funny thing is, they'll beat you up if you cross their territory, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as if it's theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; what the fuck? anyway, point is, what's the difference between an Ahbeng and a normal good kid. Yea sure, outlooks. But we all got four limbs, a face, and heck, maybe even the same language. why the Boobs can't we just get along. why do humans like to classify and discriminate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It feels like the whole human existence becomes a big question mark inside my head. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-6925039074739639914?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/6925039074739639914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=6925039074739639914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6925039074739639914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6925039074739639914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/rip-that-mask-off.html' title='rip that mask off.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2838869498345976305</id><published>2008-06-16T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:34:41.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I walked on Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while i was on my way home, like the damned six hour ride, i was thinking how to describe this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im kinda speechless now, like in a dazzled blur. So I came back home, showered, and I sat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, the trip was fun. it didnt feel like a holiday with the family, more like with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fortunately, i got to know the Ouyongs and the Chens (the chests rapists)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my dad told me i used to bathe with them when i was a toddler. and yea, they're girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;loved the card games that we play through the night, and truth or dare :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH YEA, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we nearly got caught but the hotel manager for ringing other doorbells as a dare. SHEESH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know i have a blogging deficiency, so dont blame me if I'm not clear (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so for the past three days, i was a cookie monster and FamousAmos was my best friend :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we tried every flavour. we even sneaked it in the cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yes, and we caught three movies in three days. Two midnights and one in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FUNFUNFUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Golf there was da bombz. weather was great, people there were friendly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ah, what more can I ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Speaking of service, the people there are champions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"hello sir, what would you like to order?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"hi, can i have a cup of ice water?" (i know 'ice water' is not proper english, but...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"sorry, we dont have ice water,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"oh uh, can i have plain water and ice cubes in a cup then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"right away, sir,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pictures will be up when i figure how to use the gay white camcorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;somehow the short three day trip cant be summarised in just this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2838869498345976305?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2838869498345976305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2838869498345976305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2838869498345976305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2838869498345976305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-walked-on-clouds.html' title='I walked on Clouds'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-5939377358550488661</id><published>2008-06-13T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:23:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me I'll see you tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DWI CHOONG IS BACK IN SINGAPORE. LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS GONNA BE ON A LOOKOUT FOR SINGAPOREAN CUTE GUYS AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that sweetcheeks got me tonnes of chocolate, like I'm not obese enough already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and she told me Crabtree &amp;amp; Evelyn double chocolate chip cookies are impossible to make. What is kill my morale. Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, today is Friday the 13th. whoo, scary. my aunt got completely freaked out. we had to change our departure time because of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"eh Ben what time we leaving Singapore arh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"maybe around 11 to 12."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"HUH! (scandalous HUH) Friday thirteenth?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"eh ya, friday,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Dont want lah! later the police at the custom dont let us pass. Suay one leh. or the police dog come bite us. or we travel on the road then train derail knock us down. or got robber rob us, or..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;basically she went on and on so my dad decided to change to fourteenth, on the Saturday. like, Three in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now tell me, WHO THE HELL DRIVES AT THREE IN THE MORNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm giving a pass for the Wings competition tomorrow, because of the trip. since I dont really bother, might as well give up the chance for the others. Others whose interest remain on the field, in that ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes, Dwi is moaning in depression cos she just came back and i have to go like, five hours later. and yes, I'm sad too ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys dont miss me too much kay. I know it's hard, but just try! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;will be back on monday evening, with the fruit of labour from shopping at KL and Genting. Muaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE YA'LL AND PEACE OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-5939377358550488661?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/5939377358550488661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=5939377358550488661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5939377358550488661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/5939377358550488661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/tell-me-ill-see-you-tomorrow.html' title='tell me I&apos;ll see you tomorrow.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-6204174859313479310</id><published>2008-06-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:11:30.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such an Ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SFEpzHcOusI/AAAAAAAAADs/aTKLoAFVY_k/s1600-h/44198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210992201991895746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SFEpzHcOusI/AAAAAAAAADs/aTKLoAFVY_k/s320/44198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's classy black, sexy red, and gay white. My dad had to choose Gay white. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was having this homework session with WenFei at limbang Macs, and i saw so many Unity people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, there was this guy named WeeKiat, his hair was a mixture of gold and brown, and he had that float cap thing.&lt;br /&gt;All the Kiats i know are ahbengs.&lt;br /&gt;The guy had this come-kick-my-ass face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was doing the damn rubrik's cube, which pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;it had to go wrong at the last step. stupid colourful cube got some damn attitube problem. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math homework is like, the best. I did wenfei's share too :D&lt;br /&gt;and wenfei kindly showed me an example of the kinda letters that SC girls like to write :D&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, I'm also glad we're friends. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Elaine's comedy Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil John loved to make bets. his dad was very desperate to rid off his bad habit. thus, when we was moving to a new school, he told his teacher to keep an eye on lil John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, lil John went to school. he saw his teacher and decided to make a bet with her.&lt;br /&gt;"I betcha ten bucks you wont show me your butt no matter how I plead,"&lt;br /&gt;the teacher thought, if she won the bet, she might be able to curb his bad habit, thus she showed him his ass and lil John paid her ten bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night, the teacher called lil John's father and told him about the happening.&lt;br /&gt;"i did it, i curbed him off his bad habit!"&lt;br /&gt;"uh no you didnt. he bet me a hundred bucks he'd see your ass by today."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-6204174859313479310?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/6204174859313479310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=6204174859313479310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6204174859313479310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/6204174859313479310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-such-ass.html' title='I&apos;m such an Ass.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SFEpzHcOusI/AAAAAAAAADs/aTKLoAFVY_k/s72-c/44198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3383317739264109048</id><published>2008-06-10T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:46:30.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurbbbyaaa! XOXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SeheDptI/AAAAAAAAADM/9BjV9WzE4G4/s1600-h/DSC03343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210262871992411858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SeheDptI/AAAAAAAAADM/9BjV9WzE4G4/s320/DSC03343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SgCAlAUI/AAAAAAAAADU/pyVZMepqlnY/s1600-h/DSC03344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210262897907007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SgCAlAUI/AAAAAAAAADU/pyVZMepqlnY/s320/DSC03344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SgZXvwmI/AAAAAAAAADc/12hzdhhsDYg/s1600-h/DSC03346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210262904178197090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SgZXvwmI/AAAAAAAAADc/12hzdhhsDYg/s320/DSC03346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SgcpgbvI/AAAAAAAAADk/uvznBPHvQsk/s1600-h/DSC03356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210262905057996530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SgcpgbvI/AAAAAAAAADk/uvznBPHvQsk/s320/DSC03356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; irresistable, even the hamster in the ball wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i almost died studying. luckily there was wenfei! we had (finger) sex, so much fun. Oh, we're so gonna do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh so we had cadbury and water for dinner. i sniffed her hair she poked my chests. we're even!&lt;br /&gt;(wait till i get my hands on your chests!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wish these days never end. i'm so happy you and I are, oh so close :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DATE ME SOMETIME, SEXMATE!&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/8420959480355826311-3383317739264109048?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3383317739264109048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3383317739264109048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3383317739264109048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3383317739264109048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/lurbbbyaaa-xoxo.html' title='Lurbbbyaaa! XOXO'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SE6SeheDptI/AAAAAAAAADM/9BjV9WzE4G4/s72-c/DSC03343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8575785544910209917</id><published>2008-06-09T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T07:58:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I kinda like that thing between your legs."</title><content type='html'>went to Shuli's house for homework session. so Sorry i couldnt remain silent most of the time. hey, but we're talking about homework. it's almost a bad word. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOMEWORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;her brother was damn shy. oh and i got forced to show him my dacing chests okay. SHEESH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so studies were boring and soul-sucking, so we caught like, one fifth of the zack and cody show and the whole of The Covenant. and yes, the male lead inside is hot, not to mention the female one. (someone doesnt like her, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I super envy her family. Funny people, have extra funny friends, just laugh whole day long kind. oh and thanks for telling me all those stuff, making my stomach hurt like anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope we can do homework together again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. sorry i made your mum think that I'm your boyfriend. not intentional. and i like your maid too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8575785544910209917?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8575785544910209917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8575785544910209917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8575785544910209917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8575785544910209917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-kinda-like-that-thing-between-your.html' title='&quot;I kinda like that thing between your legs.&quot;'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1246236893860102390</id><published>2008-06-08T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T07:18:31.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'简单就是美。'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnhoJuwFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SStS_hqM0sE/s1600-h/DSC03281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209511958884040786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnhoJuwFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SStS_hqM0sE/s320/DSC03281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you look super cute. Smile more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvniNPlX5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ue4yRAwt8q8/s1600-h/DSC03321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209511968840703890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvniNPlX5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ue4yRAwt8q8/s320/DSC03321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvniVNYrzI/AAAAAAAAADE/RxC1lz8iEGY/s1600-h/DSC03325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209511970978967346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvniVNYrzI/AAAAAAAAADE/RxC1lz8iEGY/s320/DSC03325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mine's really wild, hard to tame :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnCpGeqjI/AAAAAAAAACM/qg9n9NX9pQE/s1600-h/DSC03265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209511426562894386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnCpGeqjI/AAAAAAAAACM/qg9n9NX9pQE/s320/DSC03265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see, my two balls and my crooked dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnDLBtnnI/AAAAAAAAACU/5QqAk2DnEG0/s1600-h/DSC03275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209511435669708402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnDLBtnnI/AAAAAAAAACU/5QqAk2DnEG0/s320/DSC03275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnDUTtXFI/AAAAAAAAACc/_oNyR93rZsw/s1600-h/DSC03278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209511438161108050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnDUTtXFI/AAAAAAAAACc/_oNyR93rZsw/s320/DSC03278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnDsUQaRI/AAAAAAAAACk/nbTLtNxf_Xk/s1600-h/DSC03279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209511444605856018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnDsUQaRI/AAAAAAAAACk/nbTLtNxf_Xk/s320/DSC03279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnD0ONYyI/AAAAAAAAACs/abnw1PGj9Tc/s1600-h/DSC03280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209511446727975714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnD0ONYyI/AAAAAAAAACs/abnw1PGj9Tc/s320/DSC03280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went out with the stan and gang. and Wen Fei (there's a space okay. hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got an extra ticket for kungfu panda. So it wasnt the best movie we could watch, and Wen Fei said i looked like the panda. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the present you two got for me, W&amp;amp;S. (Wen Fei and Shuli) i promise i'll use it everyday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on the wrapper wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;EN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TH&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha, BEN. SO SWEET SHULI :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words. well in this case, picturesssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures from Wen Fei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REALLY HAPPY WE GOT OUT TODAY, GUYS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1246236893860102390?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1246236893860102390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1246236893860102390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1246236893860102390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1246236893860102390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='&apos;简单就是美。&apos;'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEvnhoJuwFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SStS_hqM0sE/s72-c/DSC03281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4314858246675685054</id><published>2008-06-07T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:39:45.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"can I try that on?"</title><content type='html'>my aunt's the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ben arh, next time arh, you go out work, must beware of all the people around you! Never let your guard down!"&lt;br /&gt;"Orh."&lt;br /&gt;"Especially must be careful of the horny female colleagues okay!"&lt;br /&gt;I choked on my tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went shopping (hehe), and i was conversing with the person at fox. i was really impressed at her oratorical skills kay. i didn't even feel like im her customer. just friends. I am so going to attend interaction classes when i grow up. it's so darn important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA.&lt;br /&gt;someone got her braces removed. that girl with fancy specs :D&lt;br /&gt;congrats, Elaine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4314858246675685054?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4314858246675685054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4314858246675685054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4314858246675685054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4314858246675685054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-i-try-that-on.html' title='&quot;can I try that on?&quot;'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3190100162797572899</id><published>2008-06-06T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:36:45.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'there's always an Alternative.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SElZd2BzZQI/AAAAAAAAACE/xi8LBWZTOYE/s1600-h/lee_work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SElZd2BzZQI/AAAAAAAAACE/xi8LBWZTOYE/s320/lee_work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208792813284844802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double training session day.&lt;br /&gt;sprints+throws+abs+crazyangmohchickenchop+basketball+tennis&lt;br /&gt;+twolitresofwater+crazywarmup+throwsagain+gym&lt;br /&gt;= Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on my dad's car, on my way home, and i literally fell asleep the minute i lay my butt down in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i threw a 32. it definitely shows when you no longer have interest.&lt;br /&gt;Coach talked, we listened; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it felt like I was the only target.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get a grip, Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so today, I got myself jeans from Lee. i gotta say, i was super impressed. it pawns Levi's handsdown. its jeans shrunk my butt! :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3190100162797572899?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3190100162797572899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3190100162797572899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3190100162797572899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3190100162797572899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-always-alternative.html' title='&apos;there&apos;s always an Alternative.&apos;'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SElZd2BzZQI/AAAAAAAAACE/xi8LBWZTOYE/s72-c/lee_work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2687338107692587972</id><published>2008-06-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:22:26.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEf0J7G4cJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cRYqATWse4Y/s1600-h/boob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEf0J7G4cJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cRYqATWse4Y/s320/boob2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208399945399824530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha, the smaller one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i watched 'definitely, maybe' again. I remember how we argued our turns to talk about parts of this movie, just a few days ago. i can't help but think about our journey, our friendship. it's been five years. yet i know that you'd be in my life forever, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must've been a super nice guy in my previous life; that could be the only explanation for my friendship with you. you've no idea how much happiness and joy you've brought into my life. i know how cliche this sounds, yet it seems like the only words that can express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years, we've been through much. although not all of the experiences were pleasant, I'm still glad it happened. I'm still glad it was you and I, not anyone else. I'm glad that at the end of the day, we're still friends. The best kind (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember those days in primary school. the only time i was ever a prefect. haha and we bickered over the very fact. we used to play netball during recess, and i had this weirdass voice i could make, to intimidate people. "oiiiiiiiii!!" not to mention runescape, then maplestory. we were happy. wait, we still are (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for being there when I was pulling my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for texting me all night long.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for all the horny talks, I can't get enough :P&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for being honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenfei, feifei, wennie, Wenzi (i remember this one came from the mosquito sucking the love outta me or smth. Hahaha.) someday, we'll play with my dragon. Muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, childish and naive. Who cares. we're gonna be friends forever. forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever. Well, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE YOU FOREVER , TEO WENFEI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2687338107692587972?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2687338107692587972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2687338107692587972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2687338107692587972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2687338107692587972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-my-sunshine.html' title='you&apos;re my Sunshine.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEf0J7G4cJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cRYqATWse4Y/s72-c/boob2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-3670248468120072774</id><published>2008-06-04T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T06:32:09.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wanna Miss a thing.</title><content type='html'>i can't possibly find anyone more random. neither can i find anyone more retarded. but you stand out. Yes you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever I have problems, or need a talking partner during training, I know you're just a stone's throw away. I know I can trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds kinda mushy, but without you my CatHigh life wouldn't be as fun.&lt;br /&gt;i promised to help you, cos we're family. All of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that my arms will always be open for a troubled heart, or just for some naughty gossip. I'll miss you in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lee JingWei (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-3670248468120072774?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/3670248468120072774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=3670248468120072774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3670248468120072774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/3670248468120072774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-wanna-miss-thing.html' title='don&apos;t wanna Miss a thing.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4800366063813581674</id><published>2008-06-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:46:23.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wanna Close my eyes.</title><content type='html'>i'm so damn happy we're great friends again, Shuli. haha, not like you're ever gonna read my blog thanks to a really smart pact. Yes, i need stickers, so get me some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the ShaWaShu lunch at pizzahut. I got off a stop earlier, and i didn't have any cow direction sense, which basically spelt a hard time for me. Anyway i never sat at pizzahut for this long. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i'm happy :D thank you, Shuli. it's different without you. i dont ever wanna lose a friend like you. LURBZSXZSZX EEUUUUXZXZXSZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4800366063813581674?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4800366063813581674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4800366063813581674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4800366063813581674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4800366063813581674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-wanna-close-my-eyes.html' title='don&apos;t wanna Close my eyes.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-4679536948450105957</id><published>2008-06-02T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:24:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're Back!</title><content type='html'>ten days sure felt like a ten weeks. I'm so happy you're back. we can finally hang out, Wenfei.&lt;br /&gt;next time we visit Italy we must remember to avoid visiting David, he's a disappointment ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDY LIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if it weren't for you i wouldnt have watch the same movie on a consecutive day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I owe you a present (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, Jingpeng talked me into skipping remedial tomorrow. not my fault, hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know im posting in blocks of things but i'm just kinda high tonight. happy things are happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks you for calling me. Really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY WENFEI'S BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-4679536948450105957?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/4679536948450105957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=4679536948450105957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4679536948450105957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/4679536948450105957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-back.html' title='you&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-9139274133283610716</id><published>2008-06-01T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T07:23:17.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>made of Honour.</title><content type='html'>today has been great, with marissa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;next time you need P.Is, contact us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We're professional (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we ran, hid, ran, spied, ran, find. picking our steps and paths, we edged closer and closer to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i never had this much fun for a long time. Thanks, marsy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, we were in the cinema, eating our sandwich. i had a bite, and half of it dropped off. obviously it has been divided purposefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'oh they cut it into half,' i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'huh?' she attempted to lift the other half. 'OH...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know it sounds retarded, but she really is awesome. never fails to amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and yes, i know you ordered the double cheeseburger correctly the other time. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-9139274133283610716?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/9139274133283610716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=9139274133283610716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9139274133283610716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/9139274133283610716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/06/made-of-honour.html' title='made of Honour.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8667954907735308749</id><published>2008-05-31T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:22:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're Infinity, on the Scale of one to ten.</title><content type='html'>so the lunch wasn't great, but you made it worthwhile. thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i always think about what might happen in the future. sometimes it gets really weird.&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll drive a black Honda in the future, or something classy.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll live in a two-storey condo.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll live with a Husky.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll open some shop. I like trade.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be a good father.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get myself perfect eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll party every friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this huge mind that can contain all these thoughts, yet i have no space for physics equations and chemical formulae. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An average person has 70 000 thoughts running through his/her mind everyday. I think i have like, twice of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8667954907735308749?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8667954907735308749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8667954907735308749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8667954907735308749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8667954907735308749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/youre-infinity-on-scale-of-one-to-ten.html' title='you&apos;re Infinity, on the Scale of one to ten.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1504691617944858485</id><published>2008-05-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:36:56.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if only I were better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEAAY8au_iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m2mVOyxJiiQ/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206161597775412770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEAAY8au_iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m2mVOyxJiiQ/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was pretty interesting. i had some once-in-a-lifetime, weird-ass encounters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had this dream, thing is, i couldnt tell whether it was a wet dream or a horror dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brief description:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dreamt in my dream. yea, if that wasn't weird enough, after i woke up from the dream, i dreamt that there was this girl lying beside me, on my bed. her hair was disheveled so i couldnt see her face, but i saw her body (whoops).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when i woke up to real life, some part of my head suddenly realised that, hey ben, you just made out with a freakin ghost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it's a dream, so i cant fully recall it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad offered to drive me to breakfast then to school. when i was having breakfast this pretty pussy cat kept cuddling my leg, and no, i didnt feed it any food. i know, that babe looks kinda fierce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after training, Chye and I were on our way home, taking the train. Hohoho, we met this girl, who was wearing a pair of thongs under a transclucent white dress. sheesh. and Chye blamed me for being cheeko. HEY, IT'S JUST RIGHT THERE FOR YOU TO SEE, DAMNIT. sometimes i wonder what's wrong with these kinda people. show off their thongs? might as well walk on the streets naked. more of an eye-opener (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait, the story doesnt end just there! Chye got off at Yishun, so i settled down on a sit, and eventually dozed off. when i woke up at yew tee, i found this note on bag, a cellphone number and a 'call me (:' written on it. i dont know what's wrong with me, but i got kinda freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IF it's someone who wants to cheat me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IF it's some uncle/auntie instead of a girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IF YiChye wants me to make out with him?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, i got proof kay. first, he's gay(we presume?), and secondly, the handwriting of the writer of that note sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry, Chye. we're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1504691617944858485?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1504691617944858485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1504691617944858485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1504691617944858485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1504691617944858485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-only-i-were-better.html' title='if only I were better.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SEAAY8au_iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/m2mVOyxJiiQ/s72-c/DSC00810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2582684603148850418</id><published>2008-05-29T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:19:28.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Guilty Pleasure.</title><content type='html'>yea sure, i can have big dreams, big ambitions, but what nuts does any of that matter if i cant do what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what bothers me even more is that, I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unwilling to complete work, and spend my free time on my studies and stuff, even with the knowledge that it would do me a significant amount of good if i engage such a schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'RE FUCKING LAZY, BEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flew past (not literally, Dwi) as i stared at the computer screen, and it stared right back at me. Yea, this is what people call 'stoning'. ah, rot and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was bored, and i went to Dwi next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey dwi. i feel damn guilty, doing nothing as time flies by."&lt;br /&gt;extremely intelligently, Dwi looks up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;"what? Where?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2582684603148850418?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2582684603148850418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2582684603148850418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2582684603148850418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2582684603148850418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-guilty-pleasure.html' title='my Guilty Pleasure.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1070790711794465194</id><published>2008-05-28T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T04:46:46.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the golden Goal.</title><content type='html'>Saw the clouds today? (:&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is here from this bloody hot weather. i sweat when i walk from the kitchen to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, Sarah decided that she cook our dinner tonight. i couldnt get pictures cos she wouldnt let me, but here's a brief description. the greens were black, meat was raw pink, and the soup was sweet instead of salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, i still love you (: see, i ate them.&lt;br /&gt;now i need the pills for diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS SHOULD NOT BE CALLED THE HOLIDAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF IT IS WE'RE LIVING A DAMN LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks, for talking to me. And saying this font makes me sound smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i still pray for the same four people everynight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1070790711794465194?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1070790711794465194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1070790711794465194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1070790711794465194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1070790711794465194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/golden-goal.html' title='the golden Goal.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-2614238145760842294</id><published>2008-05-27T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:18:57.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i thought about so much crap today, like am i gonna get married, when, how many children am i gonna get, what would happen if i cant find a wife, and why, well you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i carried my nephew into my arms today, watching him sleep and drool. ain't it amazing, a young life in my arms. i've done all the shit nannies would do, changing diapers, playing freaking lego with the child, and i find all these worth it, seeing the child smile and laugh innocently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;basically, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love babies (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wanna have many many children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(with manymany wives hehe.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then again, i think global warming is just gonna swallow us up. sheesh, fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my nephew's name is Xan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's possibly the most wicked name around. &lt;em&gt;and you used to call him Xan the Man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i was feeding him soup today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"open your mouth wide, swallow your soup and spell bee for me,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;i push the spoon near his mouth, yet he rejects, pointing into the spoon. I looked, but there was simply ntohing wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"what's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"got bubble!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;(the oil bubble) I nearly dropped dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-2614238145760842294?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/2614238145760842294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=2614238145760842294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2614238145760842294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/2614238145760842294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-love.html' title='a new love.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-1364240925673304520</id><published>2008-05-26T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:23:50.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDq2I8au_fI/AAAAAAAAABc/XL0HjuyB3Ms/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204672584153497074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDq2I8au_fI/AAAAAAAAABc/XL0HjuyB3Ms/s320/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDq2JMau_gI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q-Su6BEgIBg/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204672588448464386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDq2JMau_gI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q-Su6BEgIBg/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pink is da bombz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i went down to PS with the guys to catch Indianna Jones. he looked better in the previous films (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so we sat in the cinema, waiting for the movie to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"hey jingwei, if a girl is gonna sit beside me later, im gonna talk to her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"you say one arh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"yea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meanwhile, an old granny occupies the sit, and we both choked laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-1364240925673304520?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/1364240925673304520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=1364240925673304520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1364240925673304520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/1364240925673304520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/finding-treasure.html' title='finding Treasure'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDq2I8au_fI/AAAAAAAAABc/XL0HjuyB3Ms/s72-c/DSC00803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-576367125290224210</id><published>2008-05-25T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T06:40:05.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cos' we are 310.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDllosau_eI/AAAAAAAAABU/LIMPb47BYNs/s1600-h/DSC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204302594195783138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDllosau_eI/AAAAAAAAABU/LIMPb47BYNs/s320/DSC00210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 'act cute' picture as requested by tan riying.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDlhBMau_bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/V8CMV68jpEk/s1600-h/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204297517544439218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDlhBMau_bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/V8CMV68jpEk/s320/DSC00202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDlhBcau_cI/AAAAAAAAABE/952Je5YuYmI/s1600-h/DSC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204297521839406530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDlhBcau_cI/AAAAAAAAABE/952Je5YuYmI/s320/DSC00209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fun, joy, laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anger, sadness, reluctance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got more than i bargained for from this camp. gazing at the starfall, the soothing atmosphere provided me a thinking space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;52km. 7 hours. three gallons of sweat. two legs full of lactic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A sense of achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;despite the gruelling experience, i never forgot about the scenery. breathtaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh sheesh, so i freaked out when i encountered a bee hive during the rock-climb. Hey, it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a beehive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;exactly the kinda thing that would get me a thousand bites at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i didn't notice the sudden craze of lame jokes until the wait for our train back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'how do you check computer mouses for their gender?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'check their pad'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'why're torchlights not heavy?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'they're torch&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;light&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;you get the idea. people do silly things when they're lacking of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"再给我两分钟, ..." ( i was singing some lines from a song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;"huh? 给什么？几时给？"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh and thanks elaine and gang for picking me up and cooking me lunch at the funny restaurant (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;right, i've got to do something about my face, it has been infested with nasty stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"so long, suckers!" (i dont mean it, i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you pinned your hopes on us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you fought for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you thought for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet we thrashed your hopes into your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-576367125290224210?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/576367125290224210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=576367125290224210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/576367125290224210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/576367125290224210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/cos-we-are-310.html' title='cos&apos; we are 310.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rlawxpQu2KI/SDllosau_eI/AAAAAAAAABU/LIMPb47BYNs/s72-c/DSC00210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-8043735427064898280</id><published>2008-05-21T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:25:09.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ben, wake up, it's time for the damn camp,"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am at Wai's. omfg, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i hope i'll make it back in one piece. i hope this camp can make me appreciate stuff more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this morning in the mrt, i was sitting down and there was this girl standing just in front. Sudennly, there was this jerk, and the girl fell and sat on my laps! whoo. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay, time for the soccer match. sheesh, since when did i watch soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-8043735427064898280?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/8043735427064898280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=8043735427064898280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8043735427064898280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/8043735427064898280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/ben-wake-up-its-time-for-damn-camp.html' title='&quot;Ben, wake up, it&apos;s time for the damn camp,&quot;'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420959480355826311.post-7278951508699275712</id><published>2008-05-20T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:33:36.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;remember those days where you called me betty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;remember those days where i called you glittergirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was at bugis after making my IC with Dom. the aunty at ICA molested my thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'let's do it again.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'wait the machine's spoilt, now let's try again.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'gosh, the thumbprint isnt good enough, gimme your thumb again'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so I was strolling around at Bugis street, when this chair suddenly flew past. there was a damn fight. damn, they had to fight when i had my eyes on this really nice berms. what the mofo is wrong with these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ben and elaine's comedy company:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jack brought his son to the park to play ball, when a big boy approached to ask if he could join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son: dude, Fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jack: son, that's really rude! be poilte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Fine," his son said. "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt; fuck off,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420959480355826311-7278951508699275712?l=egoforsale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/feeds/7278951508699275712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420959480355826311&amp;postID=7278951508699275712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7278951508699275712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420959480355826311/posts/default/7278951508699275712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egoforsale.blogspot.com/2008/05/reminiscense.html' title='reminiscense.'/><author><name>Ben.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06796034850137034690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
