<?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-29214670</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:02:56.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collection point 4 my verBal indigestion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29214670.post-116239544053376138</id><published>2006-11-01T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:37:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My humble apologies for those who have paid visitation to this blog.If you're still entranced within ignorance im experiencing a gruelling test of mental capabilities, more commonly known as the O'levels. Therefore this blog would retreat to hibernation till probably late november. Please note that your viewership has been acknowledged and appretiated.Till then, feel free to keep yourself occupied by fiddling with your own fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-116239544053376138?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116239544053376138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=116239544053376138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/116239544053376138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/116239544053376138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-humble-apologies-for-those-who-have.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115894166375513131</id><published>2006-09-22T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:14:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the word prelims has finally cease to exsist, and though whether or not it has sunken six feet under has yet to be unveiled,i do not relish this warp in space,this pausing of the clock's hand, knowing that its only a matter of time until im pryed out of the comforts of my carapace,catapulted out in the open, vulnerable to the dreaded realisation of my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being plauged by a bodyful of muscles aches for the past few days, even basic translation has been relegated to the inconvenience of a limp.this is one of the rarer occasion where i had to resort to consulting deep heat which took its sweet time to kick in. Anyway i concluded that deep heat is rendered useless under windy conditions as it really burnt in the absecence of a fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115894166375513131?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115894166375513131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115894166375513131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115894166375513131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115894166375513131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/word-prelims-has-finally-cease-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115722377141968744</id><published>2006-09-03T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T03:02:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im apalled that i've actually accomplished fastening my focus on my work till like 2.30am?well if you're in ignorance, im a pig, and i obey a strict routine of falling into deep slumber by like 11 latest so tonight's a miracle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's been the pinnacle of my inspiration and i sincerely thank God for her, she's shown me that love truly has no limits, be it for children or spouse,and through her impartation of wisdom i have engulfed myself with the harsh reality of this world, merciless, harbouring only the intent of swallowing you to feed their insatiable hunger,yes,but face it too i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i'll seal this covenant with you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115722377141968744?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115722377141968744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115722377141968744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115722377141968744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115722377141968744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-apalled-that-ive-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115707812285172771</id><published>2006-09-01T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:35:22.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jubilee? nah, doesnt fit the bill.. but a mouthful of gratitude and a heartful of aromatic suprise should match..hush..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115707812285172771?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115707812285172771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115707812285172771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115707812285172771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115707812285172771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/jubilee-nah-doesnt-fit-bill.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115643867156380337</id><published>2006-08-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:57:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again the heart comes regurgitating any emotional indigestion over this page, spurting out anything which surpasses the confines of an already tardy heart, and as the concave of its collapsing walls gets more pronounced, and with each pulse weaker than the one before, i start to doubt its durability against this test of patience and dejections..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make a clarification, my english is by no means profound, no it is not an insult to others, but really, alot of time has been consumed in order for a post of this calibre to crystallise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my composition got a second 24, im not gloating, neither am i trampling you guys down, but i confess of my exhilration! And to HanSheng and Jeff, i dont pen in metaphors! i just have a prefrence to paint my content a colour of uncanniness which maybe requires a few more minutes of analysis to decode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polo was fun! i seriously desire to improve, and there's a pool of knowledge yet to be grasped, for that, i'll brave physical restrictions, regardless of how menancingly the odds tower above or how insurmountable the currents of social opinions may be..&lt;br /&gt;As i trundled down that desolate road, alone, shrouded with the bleakness and mundane of everyday life, i pondered over that vacuum beside me, over what it would be like if it was filled and what if it was not..&lt;br /&gt;God had gave me permission to relish in your naivety, your head-strong, and the fraility peeping behind it, your innocuous sarcasm dashed with occasional gentleness..He has never insturcted to abstain, but unknowingly i've been led by Him into this revelation,this understanding,&lt;br /&gt;of the occurance of various tragedies in my life, and enlightened me in my game of "catching" with those stars..&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for all those answered prayers, and for guiding me through the gullitone of my beheading..Love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115643867156380337?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115643867156380337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115643867156380337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115643867156380337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115643867156380337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/once-again-heart-comes-regurgitating.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115588893299014022</id><published>2006-08-18T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:52:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought that this blog had really kicked the bucket when i had problems signing in, realised that i was using the wrong username... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continual tides of Additional Maths questions being lashed unto these banks of our already crumbling minds, merciless in its erosion of brain cells.. Its a literal "brainwash", a siphoning of self initaited thoughts, a dilution of personal opinion, and by whatever name it goes, there is the same incapability to rebuke any temptation.. the fear of failure, and the alluring scent of a nifty grade only catalyses this conversion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the imminent future holds so much uncertainty, and it's challenging to embark on any decision knowing that pifalls brimmed with vermins await to silence you..perilous it may be, but i guess i have a penchant for these uphill climbs.. keeping your hopes up in deoxgenated altitudes aren't too good, but i will keep my faith, for even though an avalanche might send me cascading down, im sure the view at the summit is a much more picturesque sight, a sumptous feast for the eyes, so yes my bets are on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mountain is too high to overcome, when you know paradise is slapped right on its backside..sure it sounds really reward initiated, but hey who wont want paradise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115588893299014022?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115588893299014022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115588893299014022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115588893299014022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115588893299014022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-thought-that-this-blog-had-really.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115547615902181139</id><published>2006-08-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:38:38.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a fiesty conversation with Jeff and a clobber to that skull of mine from my chinese o'level results, i unknowingly find myself again at the junction of decision making for my future, a scenario too vividly engraved in my memory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the prospect would go according as i planned way too long ago, a tinge of sourness at the thought of hours spent mapping out my polytechnic detour, yet a definite path has not been laid, but i guess i'll just slot in my key of faith and get this car rolling already..&lt;br /&gt;path or not decision's made, no u-turns, its &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;, and this time round my reserves of backup plans had ran barren, and i so dont intend on having my neoprint on the obituaries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An added piece of silverware to my closet, was hoping for something yellow-er, but oh well you win some you lose some and you get in the middle some..for my case its alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mind has yet to received this piece of information, yes i got a &lt;strong&gt;B3&lt;/strong&gt; for chinese(see middle AGAIN).. never did a one grade difference felt like a boarderless sky that much as that day..one up would result in hysterical satisfaction, and one down well, put it simple make you feel like a loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so no A2, looks like im really going to be knock knock knockin' on heaven's door!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115547615902181139?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115547615902181139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115547615902181139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115547615902181139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115547615902181139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/after-fiesty-conversation-with-jeff.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115521382863185082</id><published>2006-08-10T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:43:49.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i've got two new poems up go check them out if you have yet to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been updating lately had a little trouble unweaving myself through the clutches of laziness..and still bits of this lethargy is still glued on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week that has just gone by was one tinted with excess glucose, balloons and streamers and also a drop of venom.. Happy 41st birthday to Singapore even though its one day late but a moment of thanksgiving for a country which produces plasters like me haha..i finally took my first step into mediacorp to awe at their not so glamouros studio, but hey singapore idol was fun! and so were the 23 seconds worth of fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide-and-seeked pretty much topped the charts though, super funny, i really do ponder over what does my brain comprise of..Anyway Mum thought i was posessed when she saw me reading a book, she went " i never saw my son read a book in his whole life before"  with an added skeptically horrified tone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Thank God for His blessings, my aunt handed me 40 bucks worth of TANGS voucher..dont exactly have a single puzzle piece to solve this puzzle as to what to buy but i got until 2008 for my by then supposedly more brilliant mind to figure something out.. a gift back to my aunt or my mum would be good but i suppose my mum will be totally spooked again for her son ALMOST never buys her gifts!&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him too for sustaining my emotions, when they go on a rampage You were there to supress and when they were accelerating towards a bottomless pit You soar them to the skies..Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes plasters are meant to stick by you(or in this case ON you) and they help to absorb all that hurting..isnt that nice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115521382863185082?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115521382863185082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115521382863185082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115521382863185082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115521382863185082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-ive-got-two-new-poems-up-go-check.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115453656752396535</id><published>2006-08-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:36:07.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The critics have finally been silenced. Why? because i opened my water polo scoring account!! and what's better than breaking your duck with a point on the scoreboard? Two points on the scoreboard of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal 1: After a swarm of fingers came spearing at my shooting arm a toss which bounded off the keepers hand left the ball deeply nestled in the left corner of the net.&lt;br /&gt;Goal 2: A long cross from center to one of the seniors whom was later under seige by the last defender. swam open up front and received the pass. only the keeper stood between me and the net. Now this shot felt like a real one and there was a certain degree of power to it. fired beautifully into the back of the net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enhance today's training session,when i was switched to keeper later, the first two shots missed and the one after went it but i blocked the last one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok should maintain my composure before my head explodes, there's still so much for me to learn from and so much room to improve, so i'll have to keep working hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one of the seniors adviced me to cut down on weights which i think i will heed.He said i would get my growth stunted which has already happened..Anyway i like the people at Bedok, they're really amiable and easy to get along with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, its going to be more milk, sitting up straight and lots of skipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115453656752396535?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115453656752396535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115453656752396535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115453656752396535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115453656752396535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/critics-have-finally-been-silenced.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115435656632386998</id><published>2006-07-31T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:02:51.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome. I just feel like crap now. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Im harbouring unforgiveness right now.. not supposed to.. but i am.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: "Why?! Don't, its unhealthy.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I mean, dont you feel the lethargy of releasing mercy and having that taken for granted.. of keep having to brush off insensitve comments which obviously displays absence of brain usage..Hey, here's a suggestion, why dont we explode into fury and engulf them in our wrath..come on i haven't got the chance to direct a movie rated graphic gore and explicit violence.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: "huh....we must abstain from inflicting physical pain on others..no no..man move mouth dont move hand.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did i sense a tweak of weakness there? for a moment there our heart felt like cushion.. yes those feather-filled ones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, im not ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blanket of clouds sure proved to be a wet one this morning, late as usual but what proved to be more mood drenching was being called up by the discipline master who knighted me "Sir Late Coming King"&lt;br /&gt;Chairman was being a nice sport by guiding me to the office.. seriously i think he's a nice person and i can emphatise with his plight of being the middle man..Not fun being in those shoes of his, having to deal with the oxygen-less altitudes of expectations from higher authority, while ensuring that the scales of metting out disciplinary action on havockers like me while sustaining a reasonable friendship with the class will not tip.. Other than the unnecessary lashing of tongues you have my salute man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hold my ground, and turn these negative verbal assaults and brain matter of inferiority into a motivational thruster.. i might not be strong enough, but God you are.. I will shine up there not glimmer and choke out below..i'll prove the world wrong and prove my Lord right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a reminder to myself: why seek glory in the eyes of man, when you can seek glory in the eyes of God..&lt;br /&gt;I wont care what they think about me..Its my style and i want it that way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115435656632386998?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115435656632386998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115435656632386998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115435656632386998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115435656632386998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115421718376554865</id><published>2006-07-30T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:53:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised there were alot of items that i require myself to buy or pay for so i'll compile and list them down with their numbers relative to their importance and their price by the side:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nan Quan Ma Ma and Li Sheng Jie CD = $20&lt;br /&gt;2. *Ahem* =  hopefully below $15&lt;br /&gt;3. Ear phones = hopefully below $25&lt;br /&gt;4. Competition Fee = $10&lt;br /&gt;5. Converse Shoes = $89.00&lt;br /&gt;6. Somwhat leather material wallet = hopefully below $40&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Total = $199.00&lt;br /&gt;And for everything else i dont have a Master Card but i have God so i'll pray! Well most of the prices with a "hopefully" has been inflated to ensure i have enough to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sun's out and i just completed my straineous run.. I managed to slice my timing down by around 10 to 15 seconds making it around 17.48s.. I wont tell you the distance though cause it'll be utterly embarassing..And if you were wondering why all the timings are rough estimates thats because i was running with a clock in my hand.. and yes its a small one not the humongous ones you dangle on walls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to be draped in stars later, you'll understand if you catch a glimpse of me.. Ok time to pop into those showers before i run late, the cleansing of bondage and massacre of inner demons will begin soon enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115421718376554865?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115421718376554865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115421718376554865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115421718376554865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115421718376554865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-realised-there-were-alot-of-items.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115410589267045726</id><published>2006-07-29T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:01:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past 24 hours i thought that my internet was really done for, absolutely no through road in gaining access to any website, a rather haunting thought living without the basis of modern technology, and i guess i suffered from a failed attempt at trying to comfort myself that without the net it would obliterate all sources of distraction and target my focus on my studies..it would, but i'd probably die due to the mundaness of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed i've somehow seeped into the shadows.. no one's really talking and everyone seems to be having their secret affair with their books at home..At least i hope it's their books...&lt;br /&gt;Its about time i retarded my pace of life and just pause to look around and analyse my current situation.. to re-commit myself to the trainings i've been missing and assisting my studies in gaining the optimum level of priority it deserves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh went to play lan with Jeff, Phil and his friends just now..i've got GOD-LIKE!! haha ok i know thats super random but i guess God did create people in His image, and we should strive to educate ourselves from Him so we can be more like Him, and that would apply to all areas, including dota..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im hitting my lovely sack soon i really have to shift into training routine, or my fitness will not be able to equal the stringet standards met out for me in the not too distant future..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115410589267045726?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115410589267045726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115410589267045726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115410589267045726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115410589267045726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-past-24-hours-i-thought-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115393086857417566</id><published>2006-07-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:21:10.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to blogger which screwed up my last post, wanted to publish but ended up with a page error leaving me too lazy to rewrite another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well training today kind of sucked, i was so tired i dont know why.. the temperature within me is rising, i can feel the burning sensation throughout my body, its as if my blood has turned to lava.. im praying i wont fall ill i cant afford to the price tag on my health is just too extravagant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my studying gear has finally latched onto gear number one..Though its at a sluggishly laggy pace, its better than being still and allowing yourself to sink into quicksand..Even if oil prices are escalating, im sure i can get this motor rolling! Speaking of oil SMRT is going to drain more bling bling from the poor common folk by uping their transportation costs.. Cant they just be more symphatetic and stop sucking the people's retirement funds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thankful to Him for the people placed into my life.. Through the constant tidal waves and torrential rains, they were there, as one great umbrella, shielding me from the frosty shards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh the lactic acid is still stuck in those flabby thighs of mine hope this ache will go away..guess it'll be yet another whacking round bishan park tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115393086857417566?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115393086857417566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115393086857417566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115393086857417566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115393086857417566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-to-blogger-which-screwed-up-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115361616312000031</id><published>2006-07-23T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T08:56:03.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im glad that i dont hear the song "Scars" anymore when you weren't there to answer the phone yet that was the song which still continues pulsating in my heart and every beat cause ripples of  your face in my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im breathe a sigh of relief for the iceburg in between us has finally melted thanks to God's loving warmth and your heart-toasting act of forgiveness..Though it was an excrutiating 2 days but im relieved we're still friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell was great seems like almost eternity since a tear peeped through those eyelids of mine..Oh and thank God becuase i went Jeffrey's house to play until like 11.30 after that and then there was actually still bus and when i needed to change bus it came immediately! To think i was actually harbouring the thought of dipping those filthy fingers into my wallet and causing the two beautiful orange-red notes to be dirty..Oh Well Im home and thats what matters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115361616312000031?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115361616312000031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115361616312000031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115361616312000031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115361616312000031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-glad-that-i-dont-hear-song-scars.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115332398293647158</id><published>2006-07-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:46:22.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay cold war has finally ended..trust me it wasnt fun playing mediator and messenger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself already, not to be tied down by emotional hurts, yet your actions just leave me in a dilapidated state, and i cant deny im immune to your replies from the north pole..&lt;br /&gt;But no, i will be joyful, i wont fake happiness, but i'll look on the part of life which the sun shines its radiant glow on..Well i've learnt that you could never understand too much about someone, espically those closest to your thumping, blood-pumping machine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a glass and i'll top it to the brim with my tears..Thanks to mum's influence i was addicted to korean drama this afternoon..Not the excessive mushy crap, but a too good to be true storyline really adds some kick and drive your tear glands estatic..Oh and there's this really nice song in the soundtrack which i must get my peeling hands on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been paying a wierdly humongous amount of attention in class these days..obviously by any other people's standard thats child's play but to me i guess its somewhat an achievement..Maybe im using work to distract myself from these turmoils..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i cant be bothered dealing with moods having a swing in the playgrounds of your head.. im going to be a happy boy.... which feel likes bursting into tears because he never knew that that friendship was that fragile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115332398293647158?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115332398293647158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115332398293647158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115332398293647158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115332398293647158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-cold-war-has-finally-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115314963276123053</id><published>2006-07-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:23:14.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poem Update;)&lt;br /&gt;this one's to spam em' fakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Pirates yesterday.. it was good but kind of expected so i guess it wouldnt leave such an outstanding mark as it would if a dog pee-ed on your shoes.. Thanks Mel for teaching me to prove identities realised A maths wasnt always as daunting as it seems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i also realised that most speakers dont look as toot as they do in flyers.. i thought rev. dr. Che An looked pretty suave(swa-vuu!!) haha i like pronouncing it this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening comprehension wasnt really much.. cha cha-ed my way through other than a might be stumble at question 9..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Brother, it wasnt the hurling of words, the screensaver modes, the poisonous tongues or the strangling feeling of disappointment around all our necks that really impacted me.. seriously these things dont mean crap.. But when i saw the tear peeking out that eyelid, it painted a potrait of agony before me, and i would, to you, apologise..but do amphatise with our plight also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guess its time to take out the trash..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115314963276123053?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115314963276123053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115314963276123053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115314963276123053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115314963276123053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/poem-update-this-ones-to-spam-em.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115290182317973755</id><published>2006-07-15T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:23:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to give you the absolute truth i haven't been posting this past week due to pure laziness..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test papers are blank again, the playstation has been mesmerising me, my arms have been number than before due to the constant weight of my head on it during lessons and parcels of words from the dodo birds at the front of the class are like a soothing breeze past my ears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brotherhood at the back has been broken due to some conspiracy between the scheming fellows also more commonly known as teachers..&lt;br /&gt;its not THAT bad but there's far less talking and far more snoozing..&lt;br /&gt;seriously, HELP..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115290182317973755?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115290182317973755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115290182317973755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115290182317973755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115290182317973755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-give-you-absolute-truth-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115237318087628866</id><published>2006-07-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:39:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i wrote a poem to remind me to start studying u can go check it out nothing in of the unordinary though..managed to start a tad bit, due to the A maths TYS competition im having with wen min, im so treating her tomorrow, bet i lost already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out outram secondary was actually humongous today, sited on one of the ulu scenic hilltops among the expressway. Much thanks to Afiqah for going with me if not my loss in interpretation of my abstract map drawing and poor social skills would leave me stranded in red lantern city(chinatown) and i would never have got to the school. Pearl's hill secondary,if you were aware of its exsistence, looks like an ideal suicidal point at night, either that or it would be haunted with students who died there from scaling the numerous flights of staircases.. ever seen a school which looks like a HDB flat? that's one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell was good today presence was hair raising, and oh speaking of that i was twirling my leg hairS, haha super fun..well but thoughts of how to ensure punctuality for the following weeks left me in the clutches of anxiety..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well to my two Brothers, someone's got to lose tonight's match, and someone's pocket contains an atomic bomb while the other, a treasure chest, i'm not taking sides, but a draw would be disastrous, pray hard boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115237318087628866?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115237318087628866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115237318087628866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115237318087628866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115237318087628866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-i-wrote-poem-to-remind-me-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115211294948946953</id><published>2006-07-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:30:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason there's a tugging pain in my neck..Now i cant rotate my head to the right to oggle at chio bu s anymore..haha just jokin my eyes only belong behind my enclosed eyelids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy boy was teaching me how to shoot properly even though my shots are still like crap.. oh well like the senior dude with my idolised dream hairdo said, it takes time yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh at 7 eleven the nice lady gave me a free packet of ritz! a heart warming action by a humongous hearted person! oh and i asked the guy can i have a plastic bag(sorry not so high class dont call it carrier) please? and he said no cannot...and me having a plum sized brain(lox dinosaur) with a processor speed of pentium negative 1 only managed to blurt out a "huh"? it took me one whole minute at minimum to realise he was playing with me.. i also got to know Bilan not sure if i spelt his name right..nice guy yup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train i was thinking about random stuff, like how i would rather give then to lend..think this way when you lend there's wrenching in your heart nagging you about when you're going to get what you lent back..when you give, well thats it! see no worries,hakuna matata! oh and also about how i put my hand on Shan's shoulder when we were sent out for the absence of out minds not bringing TYS and he said "you die already, you're as black as me!!" super funny was his expression..&lt;br /&gt;that pretty well sums up the day, hope tomorrow will be more interesting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29214670.post-115201905486775488</id><published>2006-07-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:17:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>truly the sight of your radiant smile, the reflection of your joy against my pupils, or just hearing about you living life over the moon brings dimples to my heart, its not the jump up, bounce around and shake ur bon-bon kind of happiness, its the kind which seeps in, like how your spilt orange juice flows into the &lt;em&gt;long gang(&lt;/em&gt;drain)...&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll let this feeling creep inside and once i got this cat in the bag i'll lock it up in the corner of my heart and seal it with a password i wont remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok chinese oral turned out better than expected and yes i take chinese.. oh well life seems to be kicking into routine the usual slacking around, knocking out in class and then being sent out of it.. time to start wondering : what about o's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not about to waste my brain cells and harvest more white hair on the above question..  now striking a balance between God, family, friends, polo, school and other miscellaneous activities(namely basketball, lan, music and gym) seems to be the more brain juice sucking task at hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what about holding the weight of the world on your shoulders, dont forget you cant lean too much on any side, or the universe will come slidding off and crashing down, literally out of your hands..&lt;br /&gt;Dont you ever wonder why people would rather get a hunchback than to sanitize their hands of the affairs of this world?? well its easy, thats because they found something that matters more than filth in your face,&lt;br /&gt;more than a slipped disc in your backbone,or having your back modelled after the countless ghouls you killed in dota(go sentinel!), something which you inhale every molecule of oxygen for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for you xiao mei for finding that something, stay happy ok? keep leaning on His strength and you will get through whatever you face!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115201905486775488?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115201905486775488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115201905486775488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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yahoo and i wanted to see the scores for england and portugal and i saw brazil 0 france 1.. couldnt quite believe my eyes there guess many people would have craters in their pockets now..&lt;br /&gt;what a start to a sunday morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i missed polo yesterday was have an intenal tug- of -war during cell as to whether i should leave early or just stay..i decided to stay on and i cried after that and was being a big baby pms-ing around. guess i now really "live and breathe" for polo and God of course, defintiely not SOMETHING else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i won a pool game against hansheng even though i was so rusty my whole body was brown(no pun intended)..If that were to bring any comfort(actually it did),all of it was demolished by jeff and hansheng melodic wood-bridgical guitar on song performance of which how we 3 are ben xiao hais, yi ge hei, liang ge bai..basically translated its we are 3 stupid kids, 1 black 2 white..&lt;br /&gt;Haix...its good to be black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again your world comes crashing down, and here i am rushing to deter the forces of darkness, holding up the world upon my shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;but im not that great, i'll do to my utmost of ability , but i cant ensure that the universe wont come tipping over, spilling over the edges are those that cannot be helped, and the immense presure intesifies at those that can be helped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isnt a love of a hero, and thats why i fear it wont do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115179832387827654?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115179832387827654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me give you a detailed account of today's polo training..&lt;br /&gt;Still i have yet to opened my scoring bank, took two shots, first was straight at the keeper. Still of the four shots i took ever since i began training, three was against the supermanic keeper..ok im trying to confort myself can..ok before the next shot, i was telling myself to not screw my next chance up..dang, whack top post, ball bounded inwards, keeper fumbled(abit??)ok no goal... mood drowning... and then i got subbed soon after.. went in to play keeper later on but with my mousey height and terrapiny reflexes, i obviously dieded.. twice.. oh but i did make a fingertip save which tipped the ball above the net..OK i guess the guy's shot was off target but just let me claim a teeney bit of credit can?? i touched the ball OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well after that got a little lesson on torpedoing..yes uncivilised underhand underwater assault tactics if you would like to put it that way..&lt;br /&gt;still its not even a secret its a known fact in the game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched scary movie 4 yesterday as expected it was pure senseless storyless crippling humor.. Ok im dead beat, really.. outram on sat.. a new doorway and i praying this door will fling wide open for me to stroll down in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One More thing, to Jet and Hansheng, im so not a DINOsaur...&lt;br /&gt;and milo dinosaur is nice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115150909907330656?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115150909907330656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115150909907330656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115150909907330656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115150909907330656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-me-give-you-detailed-account-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115133950585528352</id><published>2006-06-26T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:56:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blogging streak was ended yesterday by fatigue..fell dead on the bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: there was a vague sense of familiarity about the message today,went with Jet to collect his stuff after that but they did it wrongly and they had to remake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Marche.first lets talk about the food... seriously nothing else turned on my taste buds as much as the ice cream crepe did.. The divine combination of frosty ice cream melting over a sizzling custard filled crepe..really a match made in heaven..its a pity that heaven already drooled in the morning which prevented Han Sheng from getting to church..oh and i managed to engage in some urgent catch-uping with some members of the South team.Thanks Chuan Yu for the nike shirts for HanSheng and I an thank  you Debra for noticing i had something extra..you didnt have to keep emphasizing that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: School started out pretty good i guess,even though i wasnt punctual and was enclosed in la la land for the final two periods of the day, only to awaken from my slumber to find that i had created myself a swimming pool of digestive fluid from my mouth also known as drool or saliva on my table(you can start wowing or eeewwing now)..unfortunately there wasnt any bikini babes absorbing vitamin D from the sun in order to get a darker shade in skin colour by the poolside, so i looked at my table..&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tie&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.E. shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.. ok considering the size of the pool, definitely the shirt.. so i picked up my shirt, and demolished the whole complex in one nice sweep..ok sorry but im feeling long-winded today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention i was asked to move from my orginal seat by two teachers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well i still thought that the day was awesome and if you were someone like me to judge a first day of school like this as good, you'd realise what a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;student i am! then of course it was back to the courts after school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, it was all a dream, merely my imagination on a merry-go-round, yet it clawed deep into the corners of my heart, mining for any misguided love left inside, and burglaring and plundering whatever can be found, leaving me to grasp at the dust.. still fragmanted chips of historical brain matter lingers within, refusing to disintegrate but instead scar its mark deeper..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115133950585528352?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115133950585528352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115133950585528352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115133950585528352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115133950585528352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-blogging-streak-was-ended-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115116111850832409</id><published>2006-06-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:58:38.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Done with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy cooked some ball thingy no idea what it was but it tasted good!She also bought this wierd vinegar esscence soap which have a minty effect on of all places, your face and the place where the sun dont expose its harmful UV rays on. Its so minty i cant open my eyes.. have to look downwards and keep washing and NO the soap dosent make you horny&lt;br /&gt;so if you are a chee ko pei looking for a substitute for viagra to spice up your copulating sessions, no this is not what you are searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of eyes i went swimming today.. and i forgot to bring my goggles again! When i emerged from the chlorine filled fish tank my eyes were bloody red, as in really bloody.. for a moment i thought i look like dracula, pretty cool actually but the pain was like the Count stabbing his fangs into your eyeballs. Excrutiating, almost died there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gates will fling open in two days time, welcoming us back to more hair hiding, table embracing and making teachers feel like retireing. Hopefully the farmland have kicked into studying gear, so at least the environment would be more condusive for absorbtion of mundane information from the lullaby jukeboxes in front.&lt;br /&gt;We seriously are running short of time, and if we dont start this instant i've got only 4 letters for the upcoming O's : &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GGXX&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again talk is cheap, and with the great singapore sale still on it makes it cheaper. i think we need to hire a director to keep reminding us to ACTION! Hansheng, Jeff,  Jet, and Eugene(if you're not tutioning of on your own) Please we have already put the key into the car but remember that we still have to turn the key!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman, start your engienes... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115116111850832409?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115116111850832409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115116111850832409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115116111850832409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115116111850832409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/done-with-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115108410660352013</id><published>2006-06-24T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:35:06.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopping day today!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok didnt get much out of "superman" cell as hansheng and i were so not in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was shopping!! now that rocks, sorry xiao mei for making you walk at a pace too much faster than your average walking speed in heels.. i know your feet hurt i will be your foot reflexologist for the day if you like.. and thanks for your present it was really sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, i got two shirts oh and the auntie recognized me!! didnt know my face had such a long lasting impact..its either im too shuai, too black or she just liked my face! haha im ego... she's so nice always give me discount.. ok after that got a bag from Zn(leather baby), and a pair of wolverine's lovers(jeans la)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to get more than this but i became a loan shark this past few days and i have yet to unleash my flesh-shredding razors(with braces) on to those who have yet to return my cash..&lt;br /&gt;haha just joking take your time to return the money my little fishies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh to sarah, sandy,evan pay and whoever else in this world who still think i have boobs, let me tell you its called chest muscles...and im proud of my assets ok, dont touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115108410660352013?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115108410660352013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115108410660352013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115108410660352013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115108410660352013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/shopping-day-today-ok-didnt-get-much.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115100210673148362</id><published>2006-06-23T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T03:00:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today tasted like my unstirred honey lemon(a lemon juice at kbox with honey at the bottom, usually drinked stirred to even out the sweetness), mostly bland(especially the ice kachang) with tints of sourness, but ending off with overpowering thick sweetness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think even a push-up bra could do more pushing for my studies then Booster today.. Couple of trash happened at Booster like how Ryan look-alike plus fringe guy got caught pink handed(your hand is kind of pink isn't it?) for kidnapping some of the hotel's yummies and holding them hostage in his tummy and of course the invisible flirt showed up. Shuttle bused down to town where we spider-maned up to 8 floor of cine kpool to meet mr.cue and his 15 smooth little round friends.. Unfortunately the "not YET ah pek" there requested a pink or blue card of some sort which we *ahem* kind of slipped our minds to bring and we were denied access..so we did a 180 spin on our big toes and went kbox instead(YEA now we're talking!!) kboxing was fun and my voicebox unexpectedly managed to survived the numerous hooks and uppercuts my jia-ying(forcento) threw at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there, your pupils didnt even slide to the corner of your eyeballs.. guess i got jealous when my shadow recieved more attention then me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well the silentness painted my face a dark black(if it wasnt dark enough to begin with) I wasnt feeling blue, i was feeling yellowish-green, and if you didnt know thats the colour of your piss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, those messages cleared it all.. im happy that you were willing to break the dam of problem embottlement(bottling up of problems??) and allow that river of words to flow..&lt;br /&gt;serious when it came it was like a river of gold and honey..&lt;br /&gt;that's right those words were solid and pure with a heavenly touch of utter sugarness..&lt;br /&gt;ok im sounding like some food critic now but thanks i really appretiate this cup of honey lemon.. and i guess i like my honey lemon unstirred haha i like concentrated sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;True friendship&lt;/span&gt; is like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;honey&lt;/span&gt; its thick, sticks really well, and like duh its sweet, and usually, you got to go through the stings from the bees of life which are the people and circumstances around you, before you can obtain it. Dont buy pirated honey, go original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115100210673148362?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115100210673148362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115100210673148362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115100210673148362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115100210673148362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-tasted-like-my-unstirred-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115091026362355403</id><published>2006-06-22T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:17:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wait wait.. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;OEM UPDATE!! go check it out at my poem blog.. its about aspirations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a wednesday! i love wednesday because there's polo! and i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;polo!! ok boy boy wanted to cut bo tak today but he ended up not shaving everthing and it didnt look nice so he's going to shave properly tomorrow.And i made a new friend today!! Hi BJ! ok i dont know your full name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok was rushing down for polo today.. Wont want to recall the gruelling experience of being late. i almost screamed profanities if not for Him which came in time and was like "uh-Uh" oh and my poor darling flops..utterly heart-wrenching.. sorry you had to experience so much pain today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess no matter how late i was i was never too late to have another exhilerating encounter.. throughout the tugging of my trunks, grabbing of my limbs, pressing me down, every struggle every gasp for air just felt so worth it..to feel the oxygen gushing down ur lungs, occasionally accompanied by gulps of water, the way you keep pushing upwards, ensuring you stay on top of your oppostion, but that's just like life isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes living might seems so tiring but you just got to keep struggling to stay afloat, and if you dont rise up above your opponent they will just use you as a stepping stone and hit cloud nine before you do. dont get left on cloud eight, fight for what you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and just a random statement to my dear afiqah and rong sheng:&lt;br /&gt;i dont have boobs!! whats with the world man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115091026362355403?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115091026362355403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115091026362355403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115091026362355403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115091026362355403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/wait-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115078484244570781</id><published>2006-06-20T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:38:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty non-happening day today. Was supposed to have lunch with the cell but i realised it was cancelled when i read the message in the lift.oh well i guess its a good thing im staying home today, havent been getting the chance to study even though im not studying now.But then again i got to talk with 2 people whom i havent talk to in ages! Now who said a day at home cant be good! ok i think i said that haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more does life seem precious to me. I realise that there are too many people who have been deeply embeded in my heart and im going to be so cautious now as to not neglect them. Every seed that i have sown now seems so worth it when i finally get to see these lush fruits oozing with the juice of love and being given the opportunity to savour every last bit is greater then receiving any materialistic desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is what i need, not what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna thank Him today. After this roller coaster ride of friendship through loner land(with han sheng) followed by being thrown up and down through the storms of POS, i have finally reached a smooth sailing breezy path i guess where the sun is shining brightER and i can get my nicER tan!!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly thank you Han Sheng for always being the one sitting beside me throughout the ride! love you boy!&lt;br /&gt;Next thanks to all those who have seem to have jump onto another car but now are back here! Jeff, Sandy, Fiona, Pam, thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have got on this ride with me, Nat&lt;3, Kailshen, Jacinda,Rongsheng,Afiqah,Beatrice, Cheryl,Jiayu its been a most plesurable experience knowing you guys and i dont want this experience to end!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mum for giving me the ticket so i can get on this ride. i know i havent exactly been studying much but thanks for letting me go out during this holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least i wanna thank HIM for without Him this roller coaster would not move, and truly You make my life go round!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isnt always a roller coaster ride, but it should be, for even though your life might be going down, but in a coaster ride its at the down parts which are truly fun, because u know after the down part the inertia will take you even higher up, so even if you are down in life, rejoice, for even greater things are soon to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115078484244570781?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115078484244570781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115078484244570781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115078484244570781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115078484244570781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/pretty-non-happening-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115066269278723387</id><published>2006-06-19T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T04:38:25.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow its like a couple more minutes to 4am now..&lt;br /&gt;Me myself is wondering what i am doing here at this time.Oh well lets talk about the day before, message during service was about being a good father, really kicks my mind into "future plans gear", without the sexual innuendo included huh. Yup and i suprised myself by actually sms-ing my dad happy fathers day, it felt super corny, as in it was as corny as the way both my parents send me intellecual messages about how much they care.*hair stands* After that headed to tampines mall with Jethro to get his "rice grain in test tube tingy" but we just couldn't find the stall. But we did stumble upon the new and improved upgraded shop on the top floor and Jet had to contend with a "name that dosent float in test tube tingy" because they didnt sell the rice grain version anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the enjoyable mrt rides back and forth tanah merah and changi. Really, the shut-eye that i got was rejuvinating, and it gave me time to dig a hole so i can plunge myself into the countless thoughts about my future with Him, them, her, the other thems and its.&lt;br /&gt;Grand Finale of the day: My new flops!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i think my new slippers are super nice ya got them at a discounted price of $14.90 from J8. Oh well that was my first nibble into my shopping spree budget.Okay nibble sounds a bit wrong it gives people the impression that im loaded. And then some other people would start commenting on me being a metrosexual because i allocate huge sums of bling bling to shop. There is like super no link can..&lt;br /&gt;Ya and shopping is fun like please how many chances of a shopping spree does this little boy get in his lifetime? spare the cash, spoil the shopping trip! let me indulge for once baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115066269278723387?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115066269278723387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115066269278723387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115066269278723387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115066269278723387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow-its-like-couple-more-minutes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-115046994857780750</id><published>2006-06-16T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:47:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it WAS beautiful.. while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well this june holiday just plunged me into a world of a million friendship problems, some of which are not mine but have been burdened unto me, some which belongs to yours truly. It's like there's so many people around who invest their time on this fragile flame called friendship, many of which just dies out when the wind blows and many more which extinguishes naturally because both sides refuses to feed the fire.&lt;br /&gt;But then again who dosent need friends? Yup i guess its those that have withstanded the test of time, the wind and rain, those which people put effort in keeping alive, these are the ones that are precious and these are the ones i want to keep close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok with that done i still got a dragonboat competition in 3 hours time biting at my ass. We are like so not going to win... and like the only reason why im getting my fat backside over to bedok is well, responsiblity?  my backside seems rather heavy all of the sudden. ok enough about my butt let's ride some dragon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-115046994857780750?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115046994857780750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=115046994857780750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115046994857780750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/115046994857780750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-was-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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-29214670.post-114935599645010289</id><published>2006-06-04T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:44:15.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was one of those saturdays where it really didnt feel like a saturday.. guess emerge has been going on so much that i lost pretty much the sense of time and whats more its the holidays meaning everyday would feel the same and there wont be that longing for school to end and for the weekends to come..&lt;br /&gt;it seriously feels wierd for me staring at this blogger page not writing my sentences in rhymes but oh well, its nice having a place to complain to yourself..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but there's this unexplainable sadness it me.. maybe its cause of the people around me but i dont think that's the reason..its like quite a few people whom i had been real close to are like not so close to me anymore and i dont want it to end up this way, i really dont..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29214670-114935599645010289?l=my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/feeds/114935599645010289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29214670&amp;postID=114935599645010289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/114935599645010289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29214670/posts/default/114935599645010289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sacred-suicide.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-was-one-of-those-saturdays-where.html' title=''/><author><name>JunLe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474265717731391982</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>
