<?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-14963772523333644</id><updated>2012-01-06T06:09:45.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>street-setup for me and me</title><subtitle type='html'>Jeus rock all ass</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-8934722944922676670</id><published>2009-06-29T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:03:36.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>despedida</title><content type='html'>I get why I run so much now. Cause my body would get so tired, just for that few minutes, I stop thinking, about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-8934722944922676670?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/8934722944922676670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=8934722944922676670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/8934722944922676670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/8934722944922676670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/06/despedida.html' title='despedida'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-2103086845634134238</id><published>2009-06-11T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:33:56.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know something?</title><content type='html'>my life sucks and I don't know why I'm trying to live up to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-2103086845634134238?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2103086845634134238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2103086845634134238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2103086845634134238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2103086845634134238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-something.html' title='You know something?'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-1070667441464965952</id><published>2009-06-09T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:32:29.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO THE CHAMP!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>With Nadal out of the way, Federer easily claims the French Open title with a straight set victory over Robin Soderling. I was quite amazed when I checked the scores the day Nadal striked out. Most of all, he was creamed by an anonymous atp ranked 25th Soderling. At least some people lose with pride, unlike a certain American tennis player, whose name starts with an Andy and ends with a Dick. You don't have to raise ur temper against the umpire when your obviously getting outstroked by a frenchman? KYAHMON, you have a fast serve, doesn't mean its a 'no can defend' serve.&lt;br /&gt;HO-SEH! Fuck, my english getting bad...&lt;br /&gt;I gots me a PONYTAIL! my first ponytail, Im gonna name it perky, though its not so perky.&lt;br /&gt;Guess WHO's DITCHING ME FOR ENGLAND? EHEM *cough cough cough* ann....cough cough....abelle.&lt;br /&gt;I need a job, I think. maybe I should work at Cyprus, the lan shop. But yet again, it might have been taken already. I mean, who doesn't want a job at the lan shop? its so slack. You practically sit there all day long and sign ppl in while collecting money, when no one sign's in, you just play free games. its easier than a desk job at my dad's place and, I get to eat boon tong kee chicken rice next door.&lt;br /&gt;Whats better, is that I am within walking distance to great world city.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! the guy running the lan shop looks like COACH BEN! but super stoner and less insulting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-1070667441464965952?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/1070667441464965952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=1070667441464965952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/1070667441464965952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/1070667441464965952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-champ.html' title='WHO THE CHAMP!?!?!?'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-5095271464457156107</id><published>2009-05-15T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:13:03.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym gym gymbee!</title><content type='html'>guess my 2.4 timing? 10.41, knn miss the 'A' mark by 20secs, I swear, I was dying with a pace 15 on the threads, but everything seemed so much faster with a 15 pace. A 13/12 pace is like gruelling and long, but a 15 is like, woah, fast. I just need to hang on the 15 mark a little longer to get an 'A'. what else can I cheapskate off to get an 'A'? &lt;br /&gt;sit-ups, sit and reach, standing broad jump(maybe), pull-ups will get me a 'D' but if I work on it, I'm pretty sure a 'C' will be in order.&lt;br /&gt;here comes the scary part, shuttle run, have to be 10.2secs to get 'A'. but whats fucking dumb is, a 'C' is 10.4secs. So, it just shows how retarded some standards are set. The difference between an 'A' and a 'C' is 0.2secs which will probably come from the delayed reaction of the test conductor, as the test result is always derived from an unreliable source which has a high chance of a 0.3 sec chance of delay due to human reaction. if u dun get this, I'll explain it in simpler terms.&lt;br /&gt;I run 10.0secs flat&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huay runs 10.0 secs flat as well&lt;br /&gt;I get some old dude timing my run, who has a 0.5 sec human reaction time.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huay has a young dude timing his run, who has a 0.3 sec human reaction time.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huay gets a 'B' grade with a 10.3 sec run, and I get a 'C' with a 10.5 sec run.&lt;br /&gt;This should so be my bio coursework/IOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-5095271464457156107?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-7143385328178916497</id><published>2009-04-29T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:13:33.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to have a problem</title><content type='html'>had a fight with my parents, came outta the house for some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;then decided to run, but didn't want to do laps.&lt;br /&gt;so I put on my trusty nano, and ran as far as I could.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't very far, but I kept running.&lt;br /&gt;till I couldn't run no more,&lt;br /&gt;as though sadness,&lt;br /&gt;shortened the time and energy that fueled my will to run.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just my mind, telling me, not to run too far,&lt;br /&gt;not to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;I reached this overhead bridge, across a hawker center.&lt;br /&gt;It was 12:00 a.m&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the steps, crying, as the cars passed by.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it gave me peace, the sound of the slow, soothing wind that the turning wheels brought along.&lt;br /&gt;It was relieving, and my crying stopped.&lt;br /&gt;the sound, the brush, of the very slight and gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;was just like a person, sitting next to you&lt;br /&gt;trying to comfort you but, there were no words to explain,&lt;br /&gt;no words to understand,&lt;br /&gt;just, air, to feel and to hear, accompanied by engines and gear shifts.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this relief, every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;This is what my sorrow is worth.&lt;br /&gt;I got up, and walked back.&lt;br /&gt;The run was fast, but the walk was long.&lt;br /&gt;The walk back, was strange and confusing,&lt;br /&gt;like as though, I had never been here, but the slight twitch of the memory&lt;br /&gt;brought me back home.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't afraid to run too far, I wasn't afraid to get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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problem'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-8891156380741674610</id><published>2009-04-25T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:14:35.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's very blind today</title><content type='html'>The match, went okay, played for like 30 mins and nearly scored. However, we have unprofessional ref's, hired by the rugby union, to call for imaginary knock-on's. Well woop-deee-dooo, congrats, maybe if the ref's mom was any smarter, she wouldn't have given birth to a blind ass-face aspiring to be a referee.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if the ref was not blind, I would have scored, with an excellent sidestep to finish with a fatass grabing my back while I dived for the try line.&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Johnny, for the pass after commiting the last defender.&lt;br /&gt;I just realise that I spent the whole day at home, watching shit for nuts on my com, which is, rather relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;I also just realised, the high amount of comma's I have used in this passage, which is rather disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;Thing's I've learned today: slacking is efficient without mom/dad in the house. Sleeping in the TV room is efficient without my brother in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-8891156380741674610?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/8891156380741674610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=8891156380741674610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/8891156380741674610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/8891156380741674610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/04/somebodys-very-blind-today.html' title='Somebody&apos;s very blind today'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-2315606572928322784</id><published>2009-04-19T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:20:35.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI MUCHACHOS, i feel like i owe you guys a zillion apologies for being so lazy and neglecting my blog. so lately life has been alright...we lost the rugby match to jurong by a teensy but so yeah that doesnt count:) though this coming week we have a match against nationaljc! woots. okay so actually i created a xanga account but that's still under going construction. i tell you the features of xanga are KICKA55!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-2315606572928322784?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2315606572928322784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2315606572928322784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2315606572928322784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2315606572928322784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-muchachos-i-feel-like-i-owe-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-4504791115160693498</id><published>2009-04-08T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:48:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im made to do this</title><content type='html'>EH YOU!!! BETTER READ EVERY SINGLE WORD WITH PRECISION AND COMPLETE UNDERSTANDING!&lt;br /&gt;waddya want me to say? hmm, btw everyone who reads this blog should know I didn't make the last post, someone else did...but I wouldn't really care, cause my blog is so dead anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Training today is awesome...very tiring but awesome, the previous one was even better with the tackling drills and all. My legs are very unwell due to my 2 week long holiday and its kinda getting better.&lt;br /&gt;P.S:honeydew shake at the bubbletea shop near our school sucks, if ur a fan of honeydew, dun buy there.&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Im just too good at winning you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-4504791115160693498?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/4504791115160693498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=4504791115160693498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4504791115160693498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4504791115160693498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-made-to-do-this.html' title='Im made to do this'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-2971750376877053670</id><published>2009-04-05T17:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:44:37.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;konichiwaz.guys know what annoys me x 5? that fact that blogger has no cute smileys. xanga &gt; blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;okley so anyways! guess who's back from london/paris? yours tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;uly. went sightseeing...nth much there, the girls in france were hot, whilst the ones in london were....not so..more chupachubba&lt;/span&gt;. same goes for the food,the frenchie food was scrullyupmtious and the food in london was....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/Sdh8efaJClI/AAAAAAAAACU/J3SGXVonNxU/s1600-h/pumpkin_puke_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/Sdh8efaJClI/AAAAAAAAACU/J3SGXVonNxU/s400/pumpkin_puke_sml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321139823007304274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              the picture says it all,really&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/14963772523333644-2971750376877053670?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2971750376877053670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2971750376877053670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2971750376877053670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2971750376877053670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogger-okley-so-anyways-guess-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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/_lqHfWzGpfUI/Sdh8efaJClI/AAAAAAAAACU/J3SGXVonNxU/s72-c/pumpkin_puke_sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-5154320022948710957</id><published>2009-04-05T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:08:39.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Either you miss or I catch the bullet</title><content type='html'>I fucked up bad guys, I guess I wasn't ready to play, was a bad idea to give it a shot. Sorry about the missed tackles, it was so many, I could barely remember. However, I still don't get how I dropped that ball. It was bouncing to a near halt, all I had to do was to take it from the ground, I guess I took the last bounce too lightly. Shit, damn unfit, need to start running, or I'm fucked for NS.&lt;br /&gt;The game was bad, I was bad, I can't be optimistic, cause I already fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed, the smallest margin.&lt;br /&gt;What else can't I miss now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-5154320022948710957?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/5154320022948710957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=5154320022948710957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5154320022948710957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5154320022948710957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/04/either-you-miss-or-i-catch-bullet.html' title='Either you miss or I catch the bullet'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-7542986462292466380</id><published>2009-03-13T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:25:01.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO THE LAND OF THE WHITES!</title><content type='html'>I'm off to England in a few hours, got a couple of my stuff packed up. Oh yea, I got mah new NANO! from the IT fair at suntec. I also bought a camera. The bundle of free stuff given along with the camera is seriously gao lat, who the hell would give away a tripod stand along with a camera that is the size of ur palm? Nikon, Sony, Fuji and Olympus did. WTF?!?! Seriously, wtf would I do with a tripod stand? I mean, if u give away a tripod stand along with an SLR camera, its ok. But for a digital camera???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not gonna be fun cause Im practically moving to a new location everyday. SO its pretty gay. Got stuff to do here and there so I guess this is how a business trip goes huh? All run and no fun. But, I'll be off to Paris after that, for real fun. Cause my dad was like 'since we're there, we might as well go visit Paris, its only a few hours away.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: don't buy a new ipod and tell my parents, cause my old one, is suppose to last me a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-7542986462292466380?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/7542986462292466380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=7542986462292466380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/7542986462292466380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/7542986462292466380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-land-of-whites.html' title='TO THE LAND OF THE WHITES!'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-4360893801140332338</id><published>2009-02-24T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:09:13.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, thats my motherfucking backline.</title><content type='html'>first you get a fuckhead scrum-half that can't control his forwards, and whats even smarter is that you got some forwards which are half deaf. Then you put a super solo shitfucker as a fly-half and whats even more awesome about him is that his dog fucking voice can't be heard over a fucking loudhailer. Then after that you get a right-handed fucker who can't pass more than 5 meters to the left to be your ingenius inside-center. Thats my bloody fucking amazing backline that I take a 1 over hour bus to play with, hopefully to get something out of it. What an idiot I must have been to think this was a team that I was part of cause you sure don't FUCKING play like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-4360893801140332338?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/4360893801140332338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=4360893801140332338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4360893801140332338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4360893801140332338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/02/congrats-thats-my-motherfucking.html' title='Congrats, thats my motherfucking backline.'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-6825602331099830544</id><published>2009-02-14T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:32:54.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day</title><content type='html'>You all know what day it is, a fucking boring day. You guys suck! Can't believe all u guys left me alone at home with nothing to do, now I'm gonna starve from movement. Maybe gonna watch Valkyrie later with Nick then head over to cuscaden to meet up with Aubrey. Ahh Cuscaden, its the best place in the world if you don't have plans for the whole day, where single people hang out for Valentines, AWESOME! Its been a long time since I've been there, miss the place, especially the MEE GORENG!&lt;br /&gt;Wish you fuckers a merry Valentines day and have fun, don't get too excited cause you'll have like premature ejaculation....lol.....where the fuck did I come up with that, I so need to start going to church soon...and start praying hard cause I'm so not in HIS good books for saying stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Anna, cheer up yea, at least you get to hang with your grandma, both of my grandparents died before I was 3, heard they were really great, according to my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, my legs damn pain, have to carry some 60++ kg monkey on my back and do squats. At least my efforts paid off, starting on tuesday's match. WOO, excited. Thanks Robert for getting that internal bleeding clothes-line, if I would have started that day, it might gave been me. On second thought, I'm too tall to get clothes-lined so...sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;Going into the army soon, looking forwad to it. Just applied a request to enter during the april batch, hopefully I will instead of going into the july batch. Have to start running soon, damn unfit. Want to get into Pes A, have to get gold for my napfa which I don't think is a problem, all I have to do is concentrate and stop eating so much.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt That: coach's word is omnipotent, coach however, is not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6825602331099830544?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6825602331099830544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6825602331099830544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6825602331099830544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6825602331099830544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-day.html' title='What a Day'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-6763901600509454450</id><published>2008-12-14T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:28:11.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in this world of loneliness, I see your face</title><content type='html'>Something tells me that I should go to church tomorrow, I mean today... I dunno why, maybe I need God to tell me something again and maybe HE wants me there so I can hear it, there, or maybe he just wants me to go to church cause I owe HIM, lots. &lt;br /&gt;Life's getting a little bit slow recently, I wouldn't say life's slower but the recent days. Since match day. Oh yea, I forgot to write about it, played a short rugby friendly with Independent and Barker. Lost to independent and won barker. According to coach, we did bloody well. But there were no official back moves sadly, apologies to Jian Ming, he seemed like he really looked forward to the very un-coordinated moves we did during training. Still, he got his runs and I got my kicks. After that, went to buy ice-cream with 'coke addicted' Quek. I recommended that we buy the grape flavored ice-cream, cause it was fucking nice, but Quek was all unhappy about it. He was like 'Jeus, if the ice-cream is not good, I'll kill you', common man, 60 cents is worth trying for... halfway through walking out of Independent, Quek looked at me while eating his ice-cream and said 'I think we should go back and get another one.' So we did, you gotta admit it Quek, its fucking nice.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't hit the gym today, even though I was supposed to. Got too lazy to move, despite my mom giving me the lift to the gym. Like mr Ang said 'its not how you do it in the gym, its how u drag your lazy ass there'...I'm lazy...and I don't wanna drag my ass today. Don't really have much to write about. Oh yea, watched 'Quarantine' with Nic and Jo the other day, it was quite disturbing which is good for a 'zombie' movie. The main actress is hot, but they should pick an actress with bigger boobs next time, not that I have a problem with small boobs but, if the role is meant to be hot, 'she' better have the whole package...&lt;br /&gt;I seem to notice her alot when she's around, I've been thinking of her quite an awful lot too. Got to get to know her, better. I don't talk to her at all, I mean, I can talk to her but I just don't cause I don't really know her, well. BUT, don't worry, cause Mr Evil will help me out, won't you Mr Evil?&lt;br /&gt;BEST SONG OF THE WEEK: You Can't Shine Like Me by Lil Romeo&lt;br /&gt;Learn that: More balls ready for service means less physical training, although physical training may already consist of balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6763901600509454450?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6763901600509454450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6763901600509454450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6763901600509454450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6763901600509454450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-this-world-of-loneliness-i-see-your.html' title='in this world of loneliness, I see your face'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-312424045600209303</id><published>2008-12-05T12:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:33:14.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn' she a BEAUTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STiznPqjVCI/AAAAAAAAABs/tJH_pzADUGs/s1600-h/05122008272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STiznPqjVCI/AAAAAAAAABs/tJH_pzADUGs/s320/05122008272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276164450265814050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STizMhl_k2I/AAAAAAAAABk/B7Sq43gnR3M/s1600-h/05122008271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STizMhl_k2I/AAAAAAAAABk/B7Sq43gnR3M/s400/05122008271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276163991222063970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STixkiXkgqI/AAAAAAAAABc/dpF7KyAbLZQ/s1600-h/05122008270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STixkiXkgqI/AAAAAAAAABc/dpF7KyAbLZQ/s320/05122008270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276162204723610274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STiwIfiCZFI/AAAAAAAAABU/alTENh724KE/s1600-h/05122008268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STiwIfiCZFI/AAAAAAAAABU/alTENh724KE/s400/05122008268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276160623414240338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        LOOK AT THOSE EYES!&lt;br /&gt;I kinda need inspiration to blog, i keep telling myself that i need to make this blog more interesting, after all, I have not blogged in a really long time. And I guess God needs me to do something with my holiday life, something more interesting, instead of creating a whole line of bomb trucks in generals and then blowing them all up at the same time, kinda like a domino. I've been waking up, playing dota, playing cod4, playing generals, playing RO for the past......, since the holiday started. my dad just came back from Perth and brought alot of goodies back, lobsters, scallops, beef, wagyu beef, oysters and some ribs. I just might be going to australia to further my studies. All I have to do now is to convince my parents, not so much as to convince but give them a good reason. After all, it is my education I'm after.&lt;br /&gt;I found a bird today, a real beauty, I wouldn't say its a 'she' (how do you identify birds anyway???), but 'she's' a beauty. My mom sorta made up a temporary cage for 'her'. 'She' knocked her head on my glass window and landed in my balcony, 'she's' very disoriented now as though 'she's' on crack or something, or she knocked 'her' head really hard on my glass window. I guess 'she' is sort of an inspiration to blog. I'm gonna keep 'her' till 'she's' healed, then release 'her'. Does anyone have an idea where I can get black oil sunflower seeds? I've gotta find something to feed 'her'. Oh yea, I better name 'her' as well. And I got one, I'm gonna name 'her' Debbie. If your wondering why, thats what Spongebob named his pet seahorse.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! everyone's overseas and I have no one to hang out with...what a bore! Training's a bitch (don't get me wrong, I still love rugby) and my home's so so boring. THE GYM! Yea, the only place for me to hang is my club's gym. There's also free wireless there, along with GOOD FOOD, YUMM. ANYONE WHO NEEDS A PERSON TO HANG OUT WITH, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CALL ME! I sound very despo in the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats the end of my blog entry!&lt;br /&gt;LEARN THAT: spud needs constant back scratching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-312424045600209303?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/312424045600209303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=312424045600209303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/312424045600209303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/312424045600209303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/12/isn-she-beauty.html' title='Isn&apos; she a BEAUTY!'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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/_lqHfWzGpfUI/STiznPqjVCI/AAAAAAAAABs/tJH_pzADUGs/s72-c/05122008272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-5544679956856365916</id><published>2008-09-03T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:40:22.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There</title><content type='html'>Now that your gone, I suddenly see you more differently. I never seem to miss you that much. Despite us being best friends before, I seldom, rarely, thought about you, till now. It just seems really weird, that your just not there. Regardless on how I've never actually met you for four years, I suddenly miss you alot. Maybe cause you were always there and I'd always think I could catch up with you anytime. Not anymore, buddy, my fishing kaki. Maybe it is your time to go? I don't know. I can't judge. There's this part of me that feels really empty right now, similar to the feeling that your stomach's empty, but instead I can't fill it up with pancakes or bacon, even all the cranberry juice on the world can't top it up. Thats the part where you used to fill. Why did you do it? My state of depression has overwhelmed my normalities. I haven't added you to my facebook account yet and I guess it's too late huh? I'll see you soon buddy, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-5544679956856365916?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/5544679956856365916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=5544679956856365916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5544679956856365916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5544679956856365916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-there.html' title='Hey There'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-2448923207645965621</id><published>2008-06-05T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:47:15.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/SEdbnfwKQ4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/X_jn5mBVCg0/s1600-h/2005_mitsubishi_lancer_evo9_02_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/SEdbnfwKQ4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/X_jn5mBVCg0/s320/2005_mitsubishi_lancer_evo9_02_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208232228173792130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   This car puts Lamborghini to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...guess this blog is really not up to date, like my anti-virus. hehehe anti-virus. Life's a whore and you know it. But it's had its ups and downs. For one, its the holidays. I wasted the very first week of my holidays going to school for coursework and bloody chinese O'levels which is such a bitch! its week 2 not and I guess the slacking/studying/lots of exercise will kick in soon. For starters, I woke up at 5a.m today for a very short 2.4 run, I was panting like a fucking dog. This is not good :( . Then I had a short dip in the pool and the jacuzzi before coming up for breakfast with mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to follow mom to get her phone and other stuff but mom is now somewhere with her friends leaving me at home doing nothing. Good thing is, their going on a cruise in the Caribbean. A very...very long cruise. How come I never seem to be able to go on cruises like that? Whenever I go on a cruise, I have to go on one of those shitty ones that is free cause mom's a member. The thing is, I'm forced to go and keep mom company otherwise her membership will expire....fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to my life. The month of may is fucked up cause we lost the finals... indeed a painful defeat in front of the whole school. I cried. Like Jo said, since its over there is nothing we can do about it...fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Some people were on a trip to Russia but some people didn't reply my sms when I say some I mean a certain person... like my BFFL! who obviously was having too much fun and forgot all about replying my sms... jkjk I kid. But that certain/only BFFL not only did not reply my sms but decided to go to England 2 days after coming back from Russia! So obviously did not intend to spend quality time with me!!! ARGH!!! BFFL!!!! jkjk I kid...alot....fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdUUx5FdySs&lt;br /&gt;This video is damn cool...check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-2448923207645965621?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2448923207645965621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2448923207645965621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2448923207645965621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2448923207645965621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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/_lqHfWzGpfUI/SEdbnfwKQ4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/X_jn5mBVCg0/s72-c/2005_mitsubishi_lancer_evo9_02_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-5985653596448462206</id><published>2008-04-26T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:14:35.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's leaving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda strange how you would always think I would leave you, for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda strange how you would always think I would treat you far from the best.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda strange how you would always think I would replace you.&lt;br /&gt;I know I would never do that...never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You used to talk to me like,&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one around.&lt;br /&gt;You used to lean on me like,&lt;br /&gt;the only like the only other choice was falling down.&lt;br /&gt;You used to walk with me like,&lt;br /&gt;we have no where that we needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;Nice and slow, to no place in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to reach for you when,&lt;br /&gt;I got lost along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen.&lt;br /&gt;You always had just the right thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;I used to follow you.&lt;br /&gt;Never really cared where we would go.&lt;br /&gt;Fast of slow, anywhere at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me that you were losing me,&lt;br /&gt;I think I am the one losing you.&lt;br /&gt;You always told me that you hated to be treated second best, that you hate how it felt that way. How it just hurts to be replaced and left out by someone who you love so much, that you cared about, that you always thought of. Yea you hated that.&lt;br /&gt;But it's strange how I feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;I feel replaced, you know how that feels?&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do, how about me?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I feel second best....always second best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times when you always told me that I replaced you.&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that I treated you as my 36th friend.&lt;br /&gt;When you once told me that I was the best friend you had, the only one you trusted the most.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know how you would always be my number 1.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you knew how much you meant to me but, its ok, it doesn't matter...anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;bffl&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/14963772523333644-5985653596448462206?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/5985653596448462206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=5985653596448462206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5985653596448462206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5985653596448462206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/04/whos-leaving.html' title='Who&apos;s leaving?'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-2889320975543838384</id><published>2008-04-09T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:47:16.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who would have known?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/R_zZSwFcikI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y00yfGmlLyo/s1600-h/09042008033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/R_zZSwFcikI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y00yfGmlLyo/s320/09042008033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187259786992585282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        BULBASAUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged in a while, ha. Well we're in the bowl finals, guess thats great. I don't want us to be in the finals but leave unhappily, I want to leave with out names engraved on that fucking bowl... forever cause that way, least the school was proud of us. You know what would be real cool??..?? if Independent won the Cup, Barker won the Plate and we won the Bowl. HAHAH Acs pawns all, even at crap level.&lt;br /&gt;Well the school is coming to watch us, thats great....nervous but great. Coach subbed me out 3 quarters of the match. I was walking off the pitch with my head down, thinking that I did something wrong. However, you never thought coach would say this but, (clapping) 'Comon Jeus, you did very well'. WoW, first time I heard coach comment positively.&lt;br /&gt;We are playing Pierce for the finals, who was in the same table as us in the start...lol....CHOPSTICKS! their line-out jumper is fucking tall as given his nickname(chopsticks) he is also damn light therefore the props probably throw him 10 feet in the air to 'contest' the line-out. However he gets owned easy along with the rest of the team. We drew the last time we played them....ohoho....its going to change.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am cursed to be a full-back, I was actually glad first-half of season that I was fly-half but then when dez recovered I was back in full-back again....lol...fuck...lol...damn...shit...ha. Anything happens blame Louis, don't blame me for blaming Louis, blame E.B for blaming Louis cause E.B told me to blame Louis...HEHE...Louis...Lauren-&gt;ass-rapes-&gt;Louis...blame him for that! I swear blogger takes for-ever to upload pics...blame Louis, he so fat he made the world spin slower so the internet signal takes longer to get to blogger....chhhhhh.....Louis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-2889320975543838384?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2889320975543838384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2889320975543838384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2889320975543838384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2889320975543838384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-would-have-known.html' title='who would have known?'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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/_lqHfWzGpfUI/R_zZSwFcikI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Y00yfGmlLyo/s72-c/09042008033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-3418420277751130168</id><published>2008-03-05T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:47:16.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes we made it...hope its far enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/R86rX6X2_YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2ctgn9mLXJ0/s1600-h/sexy+smexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lqHfWzGpfUI/R86rX6X2_YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2ctgn9mLXJ0/s320/sexy+smexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174261449189948802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new Nissan GTR 35 is out, beauty. 4.5 liter V6 inline engine. Twin-turbo setup and yes its SEXY-SMEXY. 1700 kg, tad bit heavy but hey, 425hp should pull the load!!! Revised suspension and brake pads make the car's control tight around the bends and if that is not enough to convince you, its still 4 wheel drive with a built in Yaw Control. If you mother-fucking stereotypes still think that MADE IN JAPAN is slow then you should consider its Nurburghring lap time, 6.34. If you still don't know what that means, it beat a porche 911  turbo's lap time of 6.40. Thats a whole 6 seconds after you pass the finish line to stop, get out of your car, point and laugh at the porche as it just pass the finish line. Nissan's GTR team worked on this for a rough 2 years and its no longer adopting the Skyline name because its no longer affiliated to the old rough and ragged but to the new slick and shiny generation of technology. On-board computers not only let you adjust stiffness of the suspension it also shows you the direction of G-forces acting on the car itself and if thats not enough, it has active launch control. Thats right, when you set your foot on the accelerator, the clutch hold the rev till 4000rpm before kicking into the gears and setting the car off. That gives you 0-60kph in 3.6 secs beat that ASS-HOLES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged since God knows when, we'r in plate. Draw Pierce 10-10, won north-brooks 10-7. Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;                              The story on how Pizzaboi got his pair of Canterbury gloves.&lt;br /&gt;Dez, Kim, Nic and I were in the Canterbury shop at Heeren. I saw the damn nice gloves and all of a sudden Dez mentioned how Quek would have butter-fingers during the upcoming match as a scrum-half. So I was 'SHIT!!!' then I bought the gloves immediately, burning $55 on it! Damn YOU JOSEPH HOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea happy Birthday Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzaboi signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: sorry rachel, im 4 minutes late to publish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-3418420277751130168?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/3418420277751130168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=3418420277751130168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3418420277751130168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3418420277751130168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-yes-we-made-ithope-its-far-enough.html' title='Oh yes we made it...hope its far enough.'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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/_lqHfWzGpfUI/R86rX6X2_YI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2ctgn9mLXJ0/s72-c/sexy+smexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-6969029111276605654</id><published>2008-02-18T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:11:36.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Friendship is like a piece of metal that holds together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The longer you've been together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it gets thicker, stronger.&lt;br /&gt;It gets so thick,&lt;br /&gt;it turns into bonds you never thought breakable.&lt;br /&gt;The longer you've been apart,&lt;br /&gt;it starts to rust.&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you to polish it,&lt;br /&gt;get rid of the bad to try and make it better again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you tend to mold friendship,&lt;br /&gt;forcing it to turn into something better.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it works.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it bends and breaks apart.&lt;br /&gt;Once that happens, the metal could never have the same shape.&lt;br /&gt;Once that happens, the metal could never be as strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Once that happens, the metal could never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;for that second chance&lt;br /&gt;for a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;there's always one reason&lt;br /&gt;to feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;and it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;and weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Playing Pioneer tomorrow, if she comes to watch.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be distracted.&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/14963772523333644-6969029111276605654?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6969029111276605654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6969029111276605654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6969029111276605654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6969029111276605654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/02/spend-all-your-time-waiting-for-that.html' title='Heart?'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-9054642691115802380</id><published>2008-02-15T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:13:50.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she left me questioning</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day, no its not so happy but, its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there I gave it to her, no more coped up feelings pizzaboi! spamed and risked it all. I was not even sure if she would like me. No regrets FOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no more nano to blast music, I was just some stupid emo person stoning after school. Managed to get my floorball jersey ordered, you guessed it 15 as a number with Pizzaboi written at the top. Went to YaKun with Young Kouk and Kai, then to Burger King. Met Jon Ng and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't tell me anything yet, but I shall not rush things.&lt;br /&gt;If you just happen to read this, I'm wouldn't say madly, but I am in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, since it just happened I can't stop thinking about you, so I guess madly in love is a right term.&lt;br /&gt;Relate you to something, but your just difficult to describe.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it ain't easy cause your not the one in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-9054642691115802380?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/9054642691115802380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=9054642691115802380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/9054642691115802380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/9054642691115802380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-left-me-questioning.html' title='she left me questioning'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-4962658491704820522</id><published>2008-02-09T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:25:11.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil red packets of joy!</title><content type='html'>fuck nearly burn all my red packet money yesterday. went to aunts house in the morning, blackjack abit for mom. then went to anna's house for a short visit, liz and ananya was there. then went to nic's house. We decided to go orchard and eat cause we were damn hungry, guess where we ate??? Mezza 9!!! Yes we ate at Hyatt Mezza 9 FUCK!!! the bill was 194!!! fucking 100 per person!!! we ordered fresh oysters, steak, garlic bread and water!!! the fucking water was $9 WTF!!! Garlic bread $6 WTF!!! the rest was ok, very nice. we eat there one time can eat at sharshlik 3 times!!! then went to cascaden to meet aubrey, luke, daryl, wee kiat, desmond and kim. played abit of pool then Jo and J came. then we all started to drink shots. 2 tequila, 2 bombs! HAHAH desmond still wanted his lychee martini! then had abit of vodka lime. daryl went home early, they all went to nic's place to crash except for luke, aubrey and me. then i left after that. was pretty fun despite nic's extremely red face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking spent 200 over yesterday!!! this year the money from ang bao damn little, fuck got some people bring their kids to my house then they never give red packet, WTF!!! eh you got no money never mind, at least put 2 dollar or one dollar lah! don't come my house eat so fucking much then leave, never give orange somemore! Got guests downstairs, gotta go now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzaboi signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-4962658491704820522?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/4962658491704820522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=4962658491704820522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4962658491704820522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4962658491704820522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/02/lil-red-packets-of-joy.html' title='Lil red packets of joy!'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-2646878880392202444</id><published>2008-02-06T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:19:02.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAR ME GENERATE VULGARTIES IN A VERY DISTURBING WAY</title><content type='html'>KA ni na bua chi bai fuck! fucking lost my chibai fucking nano!!! fuck all my a7x cannot listen in cab or fucking transport watsoever!!! fucking dog-humping BITCH!!! nah bei chibai!!! fucking SON-OF-A-SLUT! neh mind, neh mind! some fucker still owe me $900 still haven't return yet, that chi-bai kia say after CNY return cause got ang bao lui already. My backup reserve still got a fucking big truckload and plus CNY will get fucking more. BUT FUCK THE FUCKING COVER OF THE chibai nano damn sui, want it cause its damn shiny on the outside and tinted on the inside FUCK! if dad know i lost the fucking nano he will personally impale my ass-crack through an extremely splintered table! CHIBAI. damn du lan now! that chibai that stole it better not let me find out who he is or he sure honk gan, legally or illegally. stupid chee hong kia full of shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neh mind i will find a way to get it back, or get another one. school quite fun, besides the fact that i screwed up my bio grades, the rest was fine. wah Glenn's organic nitrous oxide damn power, after drinking it, never sleep for 2 nights. went to cascaden with nic and jo, then went to sahara with kim and luke. POOL OWNING! then guess who we saw there... aiyah not important. then was at sahara till 5am++ then went to kim's house to crash for about an hour sleep till 7.30. then woke luke up for his 4 hour saturday detention while i went home to shower and change to go see the girls match at UWC. the girls was alright but sadly lost the finals. ACS(I) match... don't wanna talk about it, cause i lost my nano there and the game was not very fun. saw morgan, wah now so big size still get owned by jo heheh. Oh yea i joined dance, its quite fun. get to have my skill hours done and learn how act cool . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea one more thing, happy chinese new year blog! (as in I'm wishing my blog) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry Pizzaboi signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: valentines day is coming....&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Fuck valentines day...&lt;br /&gt;P.S: cause I don't fucking need it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-2646878880392202444?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2646878880392202444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2646878880392202444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2646878880392202444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2646878880392202444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/02/hear-generate-vulgarties-in-very.html' title='HEAR ME GENERATE VULGARTIES IN A VERY DISTURBING WAY'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-4371687078750680264</id><published>2008-01-13T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:54:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags from BIZCUIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                           &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e52483723facf3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02e52483723facf3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330148260%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36379628CCB224A6AEBC4228033C7D19D25294B8.B26DBAEE0CE83033CC05E869E58EA6740FFB4DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e52483723facf3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLdrgattauZX3vaL_hGuxWQ46FX4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02e52483723facf3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330148260%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36379628CCB224A6AEBC4228033C7D19D25294B8.B26DBAEE0CE83033CC05E869E58EA6740FFB4DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e52483723facf3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLdrgattauZX3vaL_hGuxWQ46FX4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, there we go Biz, the helium vid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Cloverfield with Nic and Dez before going to Cascaden to watch Steven get own by Zac at pool. Hope Aubrey manage to get wasted, heehee. EH guai lou, better don't leave the country, just go to army AUBREY that way you'll come out buff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was B_O_R_I_N_G! I AM CURSED TO GET SHIT FROM ENGLISH TEACHERS! Mr Ramesh was quite impressed about my attitude in class. Didn't sleep on wednesday night, was half-dead in school on thursday cause I was trying to finish my english coursework draft only to realise I had a chem and a bio coursework! SHIT but it turned out fine, did quite ok for the bio coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A match with OFS on the 30th. Coach Mark said that their just big but not good, hope he's right.&lt;br /&gt;Our B 'Div team seems quite fine from the looks of it (except that the forwards look abit shorthanded). I DON'T WANNA play full-back, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in my life, I heard mom say this 'lets go get you a new laptop' OH MY GOD! She said it in chinese, cause I was using dad's com for schoolwork. but I denied the offer, thinking that it won't help me this year having a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need cold-rock on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzaboi signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-4371687078750680264?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2e52483723facf3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/4371687078750680264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=4371687078750680264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4371687078750680264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4371687078750680264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/01/tags-from-bizcuit.html' title='Tags from BIZCUIT'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-6181479588055471628</id><published>2008-01-06T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:39:24.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Year in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm pretty sure last year was inevitably fun as every year is. Met old friends, made new friends and hanged with best of friends. But still, life is a hangover(weekdays) and hopefully it won't pile up to a nosebleed when I fail chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent new years eve with a couple of people who never seize to amaze me everyday. That was a feeling of being surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation camp was fun, slept 30 minutes for the first night cause ass-fag Andrew stole my sleeping bag. It was still cool cause I stayed up with Victoria and Tabitha. Bing Xi still owes me $70! The other OGLs were BULL#@%&amp;amp; cause they slept every night!!! But it was still fun crapping around with them. There is always next year Jun Hung!!! Oh yeah, uncle SAYSERN keep the 'bedtime' stories coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need monday OFF! But its like the first day of school and I don't wanna miss that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution for this year: Get drunk during the next countdown, Get in Shape, Feel Surprised, make New Friends and  Fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get myself together for the year, O LEVELS! And yes Rachel, you'll be watching us burn by studying our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait, I already gotten one of my resolutions done,&lt;br /&gt;Fall in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pizzaboi signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I think the girl sitting behind me during the chem retake is HAWT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6181479588055471628?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6181479588055471628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6181479588055471628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6181479588055471628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6181479588055471628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-year-in-nutshell.html' title='Last Year in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-6482909803844053661</id><published>2007-12-03T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:58:35.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not the fall that hurts, its that sudden stop</title><content type='html'>The trip was quite ok, factory outlets selling everything bloody cheap. For example, 2 levis jeans there cost less than a pair of levis here converted. Bought an ipod nano there, the one that is able to watch videos, 8G memory, black. Also at a cheap place at only 189.99 with an international warranty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 American footballs, dad said not to buy shirts there cause its seriously pointless and all our bags are full. Mom said 'everything here made in china, bring you go china buy cheaper' so I took the advice to check if some stuff are made in china and not buy them. However I didn't know my Green Bay hat was made in Bangladesh (didn't know they made hats) but I'm not going there anyway. Fuck, all the bloody jersey shops ran out of Brett Favre jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Favre is one heck of a quarterback, 38 years old, played 17 seasons (still playing) for Green Bay Packers as a starting lineout. 436 touchdown passes, 60,912 career passing yards. sadly they just lost to dallas cowboys. FUCK YOU TONY ROMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about that, what is bothering me right now is that I have not slept in 2 days since I came back, should be jet lag. Just finished the macs I ordered an hour ago, it was 'supper'. Hope Anna and Qi have fun in York, the shopping there is much better than vegas and francisco. OGL camp is coming up pretty soon. Missed Antons flight, missed ruggers chalet-get-drunk-and-puke party and missed abit of training. Food there is alright but very pricy, but if you happen to be in Vancouver then you have to hunk down the seafood, its damn nice and fresh. Especially oysters and the Alaskan King Crabs, why did they call it Alaskan when it can be caught in the Canadian areas??? Pretty cold up in Vancouver, nearly had a great time skiing when dad had to go sign me up for braking lessons. By the time lessons were over all the ski runs closed and we had to go home. Went to Hoover dam, Grand Canyon, skywalk was fun, walking on a piece of glass above a 6000 feet drop was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bag as well and Auntie Juliet went crazy over shopping and was the mall and factory outlets all day (literally, 8am-7pm). Was supposed to go L.A but mom didn't want to. Nearly stopped by Japan for a few days but dad was tired so we just went home.&lt;br /&gt;Spud seemed quite happy to see me and brought him along for a jog but he kept tugging me to go towards grassy areas. His foot is well healed and walking fine. Life during holidays should be quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;P.S: OH LOOK its the sunrise, don't wanna miss that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6482909803844053661?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6482909803844053661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6482909803844053661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6482909803844053661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6482909803844053661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-not-fall-that-hurts-its-that-sudden.html' title='Its not the fall that hurts, its that sudden stop'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-2253855166699732738</id><published>2007-11-17T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T07:36:30.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same jacket for the next few days</title><content type='html'>Guess Im going to America till the 1st december. Will be there for god knows what??? loads of sighseeing though! first time there. hope it will be fun! :(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-2253855166699732738?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2253855166699732738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2253855166699732738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2253855166699732738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2253855166699732738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/11/same-jacket-for-next-few-days.html' title='same jacket for the next few days'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-3080581581834088448</id><published>2007-11-11T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:31:45.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One word: Extraordinary</title><content type='html'>Should be out shopping today getting some clothes for holiday to america. Slept at 4 yesterday, my phone couldn't turn on grrr!!! Shit just realize mom didn't give me any money to go shopping so I just have to use my own pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna cheer up yea!!! He's just a bus that took you to the wrong place, there will be more driving by for you to get on :) :D. So don't weep and sigh, for there will be a line. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would she get back with me? She doesn't love me anymore, died a very long time ago. Kills me to say this but I still love her to the extend that I'm thinking about her every single chance I can. She's in indo now, Patrick says I should do something to take her off my mind? Like dating someone else, make a band with nic. But the thing is I still think of her even if I'm occupied. Then Patrick would say 'Then get back with her!'. Then I would say 'even if I did she would not'. Then Patrick would say 'try'. (Shit why am I thinking like that psychotic tuition teacher???) BUT he's got a point, cause if I really like her then I should. I'm telling myself that she's not that great. But when I was with her it was different. I may not have dated much to compare but a gut feeling tells me so. She can somehow strike feelings with her eyes like thunder to lightning. Incomparable. She kills me every time she smiles, she smiles alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Now that I've lost you, I tried to hold on but it slowly drift away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Less about her more about me, its my blog remember!!! Ok, Nics birthday was fun.  Bought tickets to 'Gameplan' at 10 so hanged out at the arcade for a while, beat Desmond at virtual tennis! lol. Then went to dinner at Hogs Breath, everyone went crazy and ordered pussy foot(its a drink) and the waiter repeated the order 'lemme repeat the order, 8 pussies one shirley temple(my drink)'. Food was damn nice but I couldn't finish my 300gram steak. Then had a little bit of irish liquor and watched Man U vs Arsenal before going to watch the 'gameplan'. Then went back to Sentosa and played table-tennis and pool at 3 a.m. Walked all the way to seven-eleven for nothing. Bought abit of food and alcohol before going back. All the other fags went to sleep except for aubrey, nico, nicholas and me. Stayed up all night long talking about shit in school, how Jared really wants pussy and how Aubrey is a pussy provider. :D When the sun rised up, went to sleep cause kai woke up. Nic woke me up again by pouring Oolong tea on my face and nearly everyone elses. Went down for breakfast and they ran out of waffles!:( then went to Nics house to hang around before going home.&lt;br /&gt;Pass Math YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&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/14963772523333644-3080581581834088448?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/3080581581834088448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=3080581581834088448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3080581581834088448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3080581581834088448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-that-i.html' title='One word: Extraordinary'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-4918631228635088629</id><published>2007-11-03T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:18:02.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightly, beside the green green grass.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm whats so interesting about my life now??....??.?.? Ahh Webb Ellis Cup won by South Aficans. Tri-nations won by South Africans. All because Jake White pushed them forward with his coaching skills. BUT Africa decided not to renew his contract as it ends early next year even though he brought back shitloads of glory. Why??? Well with 9.2% of the population being white, only 3 members of the team are colored. Thus not renewing his contract. Well thats dumb, numerous boundaries are explored and broken into due to his excellent skills on coaching. The Springboks definetly owe it to Jake White.&lt;br /&gt;   Exams are over, failed A math and chem. Others are not confirmed yet. Feeling a bit sick lately, exam stress probably. Rugby training is back, new coach, some dude that was a refereed one of our matches before. Was quite fun to have to run again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to laugh as I watch her cry when he leaves her alone on the dance floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then be Glory to the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligament strained 15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-4918631228635088629?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/4918631228635088629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=4918631228635088629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4918631228635088629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4918631228635088629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/11/nightly-beside-green-green-grass.html' title='Nightly, beside the green green grass.'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-3678947513045152054</id><published>2007-10-07T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:53:19.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>France throws a powerful Haymaker knocking the All-blacks out</title><content type='html'>FUCKING HELLLLL! DAMN CHIBAI, ALL BLACKS LOST TO FRANCE! WTF MAN! CARTER NEVER DO ANYTHING ABOUT HIS KICKS AND I STILL DUNNO WHY GRAHAM HENRY STILL WANT TO KEEP HIM! BLOODY DUMSHIT! FUCKING FRENCHIES WANT TO PLAY KICKS DOESN'T MEAN ALL-BLACKS ALSO HAVE TO PLAY KICKS! ALL-BLACKS SUPPOSED TO CONTROL THE FUCKING GAME AND PLAY HOWEVER THEY WANT AND NOT KICK CAUSED OF WHAT THE FRENCHIES ARE DOING! FUCK THE FRENCH, NOW THEY MAKE ME HATE THEM MORE(but their food is still good)!!! FUCK DAN CARTER THE ASSFUCKER! NOW THE ONLY RESPECTABLE TEAM PLAYING THERE IS FIJI AND ARGENTINA! FUCK THE ENGLISH FOR BEATING AUSTRALIA! FUCK THE FRENCH! AND FUCK THE SCOTTISH! FRANCE SHOULD NOT HAVE HOSTED THIS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need tuition desperately, gonna call Nico tutor for help. need to re-teach all of year 3 e-maths and chem. Stayed up till 4a.m to watch New Zealand lose. Damn pissing, have to buck up on my studies, have a feeling I am gonna fail if I don't have a tutor by monday. Nico's birthday party quite fun, got tackled by Desmond into the pool. Sadly I didn't get to to taste the cream spinach. Had a bit of alcohol at Nics place after while watching Australia lose to England. Haizz sad sad year for all champs. Have not bought my racket yet, but going to soon after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-3678947513045152054?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/3678947513045152054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=3678947513045152054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3678947513045152054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3678947513045152054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/10/france-throws-powerful-haymaker.html' title='France throws a powerful Haymaker knocking the All-blacks out'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-6569442241126196633</id><published>2007-09-30T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:58:48.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKTOBERFEST IS COMING!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>IN CASE YOU ARE A BLIND PIECE OF MOTHERFUCKING BULLDOZER AND HAVE NOT REALISED THE TITLE, OKTOBERFEST IS COMING BITCHES!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;note: in-case you are a anti-german freak and don't know anything but sms and msn all day long read the following&lt;br /&gt;-OKTOBERFEST!!! is a german festival every start of october for 17 days straight&lt;br /&gt;-it is celebrated for the unity of germany&lt;br /&gt;-but me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blu &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;don't think that way, instead we think of it as a major german BEEEEEEEEER drinking celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Of course there are many different german foods sold like, pork knuckle, &lt;span style=""&gt;Sauerkraut, Sauerbraten, Wienerschnitzel, Rouladen, Bratwurst Goulash. I love pork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I went to the club to celebrate and it was bloody darn good, $7 for a big fat mug of beer, probably 2 pines of Erdinger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, can't stop listening to The Academy Is... Fucking Jo and Des, idiots say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rokocoko is out to retire. Full-of-shit, just saw him play IRB All-Blacks against Romania, he scored a hat-trick. That match damn funny, 37 seconds first try by &lt;span style=""&gt;Sitiveni Sivivatu.&lt;/span&gt; Half-time 36-5, 85-8 final, ALL-BLACKS OWN! On fire, they have not lost a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bored, waited the whole fucking day for anna to reply sms. In the end stay at home the whole day, fucking hell make people wait again. Just watch Chris Brown's super 18 on MTV, it was bullshit. Who the hell in the right mind would buy himself a Murcielago for his birthday present. That car suck balls cause it lost to an Evo 8 without a mod of 400BHP. GEEZ, the Murcielago has 3 times the cylinder and valves producing 640BHP and still lost to something less than a quarter of its price tag. Thats why Japanese-German engineering still got it since it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see what else I did hmmmm..?? I bought 2 new shoes, Adidas and Nike. Bought new Everlast hoody and got a really trim haircut from Ferredus. My shoes abit crazy this week but Nike got 50% discount so might as well get a pair :). My nose acting up abit after the swim, even lost to Aunty Dorothy in pool yesterday!!!AUNTY!!! Is still acting up today after I went to church. Still hungry, going down to grab some grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from E.B's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD DATE A RUGBY PLAYER&lt;br /&gt;Type: Sports &amp;amp; Recreation - Extreme Sports&lt;br /&gt;Description: 10 reasons why you should date a Rugby player:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We can do it 80 minutes straight in 15 different positions&lt;br /&gt;2. We're used to scoring big and taking pain&lt;br /&gt;3. We love the grass&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting sweaty and dirty is no problem&lt;br /&gt;5. Skill and moves are definite&lt;br /&gt;6. We'll play anywhere and anytime&lt;br /&gt;7. We play well with others&lt;br /&gt;8. We’re always on the top of the game&lt;br /&gt;9. We know when to take charge&lt;br /&gt;10. We also know when to play rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6569442241126196633?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6569442241126196633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6569442241126196633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6569442241126196633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6569442241126196633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/09/oktoberfest-is-coming.html' title='OKTOBERFEST IS COMING!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-1473706364110779037</id><published>2007-09-18T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:04:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you said when you left. Just left me cold and outta breath</title><content type='html'>The internet finally fixed, turns out its not my com got problem. Sometimes trusty Compaq will survive ALL-THE-WAY till the next Singapore PC fair. Just downloaded more Daughtry songs, 'over you' actually means alot, to me, maybe its similar? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes it is, your fine kid. Your not bleeding that much. You had a bruise and its fading, healing very well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yea, scars don't fade &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blu, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they just remind you that exposed area which you once left it open. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well then lets cover up and leave it eh? It don't mean anything to you no more right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess thats kinda true, maybe not anymore. Maybe not at all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You see kid, when your not sure, it comes back to you like a boomerang. You got to know that your sure and move turd. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blu&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, guess you are a pretty nice voice in my head.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Get it straight, when your sad I'm sad. You affect me cause I live in your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just bought a Gillette Fusion Power shaver. I smashed my brothers racket, don't intend to tell him till later. Spud is limping cause one of his hind legs are injured, the vet said its a 'minor' sprain and he got flu as well. Cause my fucked up maid go put dog treats into his food, fucking act smart idiot. Nope, not a Babolat. My other brother 'inherited' my psp since he started playing it. Went out with Anna and Qi and had loads of unplanned shit that was pretty fun and as 'cheap' as possible. Went Nic house, learn how to play drum thx to Joseph and Desmond, still got many more beats to learn. Wanted to go for the marathon sleepover but parents don't let. Going to buy racket and shoes tomorrow, one Dunhill Ladbrokes for walking, one tennis shoe and probably the 'K Factor' by Wilson or some Head racket. Never play tennis for a very long time, weather too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the basketball hoops broke off so no basketball. I miss rugby. Canteen food getting more and more crappy. They even weigh each dough mixture before baking it, WTF! Like TianGe said 'you see the uncle starting drive the small car now drive so big car, I hate that guy' then 'KNN CCB F...K this, F...K that, ALL MONEY GRUBBING MOTHERFU...KERS' Damn FUCK-UP lah, the school increase school fees again sia. Fucking AUNTIE IVY only know how to eat money. Say alot of bullshit like, 'we have to match up with other international schools.' FUCK IVY, FUCK BERRETT, FUCK JEROME TAN AND FUCK TAN WAH TONG. BLOODY FUCK, HIRE ALL THE FUCKING SINGAPORE TEACHERS AND SAY ITS IB TEACHERS. WT-FUCK. SAY ALOT OF BULLSHIT PROMISES LIKE 'YOU TUTORS WILL UPDATE YOU ON YOUR PROGRESS AND ARRANGE SESSIONS TO IMPROVE ON YOUR WEAKNESSES' ALL THE STAFF HERE ONLY KNOW HOW TO 'BUA' MONEY ON THEIR LAN JIAO AND LAUGH. ST JOSEPH INTERNATIONAL ALREADY HAVE A CAMPUS 4 TIMES THE SIZE READY BUILT WITH FULLY AIR-CONDITIONED CLASSROOMS AND COMPLETELY IB TRAINED TEACHERS AND THEY HAVEN'T EVEN START TILL NEXT YEAR. OUR TEACHER SEND TO SYDNEY FOR IB 'COURSE', FUCKING HOLIDAY NOT COURSE, ALL CAN'T EVEN FUCKING TEACH. MIGHT AS WELL HIRE FUCKING IB TEACHER DON'T NEED TO WASTE TIME. FUCKING FINANCIAL ADVISOR, FUCKING ONLY IVY THERE. SO MUCH MONEY LET ONE LADY CONTROL. SHOULD LET A FUCKING GROUP CONTROL OTHERWISE SHE CAN JUST DO ANYTHING SHE WANT. LIKE TAKE 5000 DOLLAR NOTE TO 'BUA' ON JEROME TAN STRAP ON DICK. 9 MILLION A YEAR, 9 FUCKING MILLION GO WHERE HUH IVY? GO DOROTHY GAM ASSHOLE? I REPEAT, $9000000, FUCKING THAT MUCH MONEY GO WHERE?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STILL GOT ALL THE PARENTS FUCKING DONATE, GOT ALL THE FUCKING FUNDRAISER. STILL GOT BARKER, INDEPENDENT AND ACJC HELP US STILL NO ENOUGH. FUCKING TAN WAH TONG DIDN'T DO ANYTHING STILL WANT TO BE CHAIRMAN. BET HE DON'T EVEN HAVE A FUCKING DEGREE. MAKE HIMSELF A GUEST OF HONOR AT NEARLY EVERY SCHOOL EVENT. FUCKING SEE HIM EVERYDAY, WHAT GUEST OF HONOR, DIDN'T EVEN GIVE SPEECH. ASK HIM GO 'BUA' HIS WIFE LAN JIAO.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the parents will realize eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now got to  get a math tutor for everyday then can pass math at the final exam. Weekend again, closer and closer to exams. Gonna go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14963772523333644-1473706364110779037?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/1473706364110779037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=1473706364110779037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/1473706364110779037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/1473706364110779037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-you-said-when-you-left-just-left.html' title='What you said when you left. Just left me cold and outta breath'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-5992165100350797211</id><published>2007-09-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:53:19.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buang-ness kicking in</title><content type='html'>Dorothy is full of shit again. threaten to call my mom if I hand in late work one more time. bloody hell. stupid curry masturbating asfucker. She never come yesterday, still haven't mark our lit draft and give her student pressure. Even josephine is knows of her extremely frequent MCs. Average of 4MCs a term, got one time 2 weeks never come straight. Everyday sit there and never mark work, then say I might as well not come to class if i never bring macbeth. She even ask me if I bothered to borrow from my friends. I did but they still have literature. 'excuses JiaJun' she just as me a question, I answered but it was excuses. Then you don't ask lah! stupid fat shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't let these bleeding imbaceils spoil my incoming weekend. Maybe waeboarding, maybe ikea on saturday with Anna? Feel damn good this whole week. Win alot of things. Win doubles match with Brina (he do most of the work, I just stand there volley). Win 4 consecutive basketball matches with Gavin and Kai, super rebound pro!!! Flaw of the week is, have to get science fair group.&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I was fucking close to crying when I watched Bewitched on HBO, when the guy break up with the girl. Another perfect, bullshit love story. Now sitting at the balcony, sea breeze damn fucking nice. But I'm starting to feel a chill. Tomoro is big day for tennis, loads of peeps bringing racket to play. Nico say wear all the fuck up shit for fun, maybe I will hahah. Brought 3 mini bottles of alcohol yesterday. Brina drank half of the small vodka and he got fucking tipsy, cannot concentrate on floorball, his face fucking red hahhah!!! Sat at the foyer talking about army stuff, alot of bullshit about some gay platoon that Nic said. Then Brina said something about tying the guy up on a tree and put red ants all over him. Damn funny!!! In about 3 years time have to go already, should be like a longer version of rugby camp or OBS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blueregard&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; seems to be missing in action for a long time, must be at that beach I imagined about palau tioman. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What are you talking about, I was right here all along. Listening to your pathetic mind reading of your current post. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh rig....ht, going to sleep now. Hope Dorothy does not come again tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14963772523333644-5992165100350797211?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/5992165100350797211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=5992165100350797211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5992165100350797211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5992165100350797211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/09/buang-ness-kicking-in.html' title='buang-ness kicking in'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-4311525068477341421</id><published>2007-09-10T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:18:11.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crammy holiday</title><content type='html'>Went to palau tioman with my dad, mom, uncle david and his family. damn sian, as usual, i'm the one stuffed behind with the language for 4 hours with my psp in the car. then when we got there, the ferry went off 2 hours late. damn chibai lah, the fucking malay captain only want to get more people in the boat. then met these 3 ang moh peeps from england, heavy drinkers. they were exchange students, now studying at NUS. for 2 nights, they finished one bottle of absolut vodka, one bottle of Solvent Whisky and fuck loads of beer. then there was this old dude running the bar named bond. he made a bet with the ang moh that if england won israel by more than 2 goals he would give them 6 bottles of beer each. england did, they finished the beer. beer fucking cheap there, same price as a can of coke 1.50 ringit. sea water damn bloody clear there can see loads of pretty fishies and they swim really near your face if you have bread there. quite sian there if you have nothing planned, played pool with dad uncle david and 2 outta 3 of the brits from 4p.m-2a.m on a 7 inch table. drank quite a tad bit of vodka-sprite and abit of martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a gash from the coral, sucks. oh puked 5 times from eating right before going onto the boat, felt pretty good!!!! :) shit haven't done any homework yet. better start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-4311525068477341421?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/4311525068477341421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=4311525068477341421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4311525068477341421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4311525068477341421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/09/crammy-holiday_10.html' title='crammy holiday'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-1164736925842420803</id><published>2007-09-05T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:44:44.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll find someone new</title><content type='html'>GEEZ I need new songs. I need alot of new things. Makes me feel new too! Went out with Anna on Monday. She was a tad bit high though. Spent $5, I repeat $5 on NEOPRINTS!!! WHY WOULD I SPEND SO MUCH ON INSTANT PICTURES??? I'm asking myself now. Even &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blueregard &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;doesn't know and he can spend shitloads of money. Watched hairspray and no it was not a good movie in my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to rest for a while, right shoulder cannot take it anymore. It hurts like shit now, serving two baskets of balls every training definitely contributed. Training on thurs, wakeboarding on fri, training on sun. HELL YEAH IT HURTS. BETTER WATCH FOR MY SERVICE NOW DESMOND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8 yesterday for tennis training. Then played this AC ex-rugger, I got thrashed like a bitch. Then showered there any met up with Anna at Great World. Waited one and a half hour for her and finally ate at some viet-thai restaurant. Junhung took longer to come. When we finally finished eating, went to support Anna's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rugby match. Have to walk through the fucking mud to get there, damn fucking sick. Practically spent the whole day watching girls touch rugby matches. Like Anton said 'the idea of girls touching girls is just great :D'. Quite a number of them have burning hot legs. Then ate SUSHI TEI with JunHung and Anna after that, FUCKING NICE!!!!! Uni sushi, Gyunkin Niku, Tempura Udon, Aburi Sushi and some new dish that is avocado salmon mix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if your lonely,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm here waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a cross hair&lt;br /&gt;I'm just that shard waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;and if you leave me,&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave me broken shattered alive&lt;br /&gt;-Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;God knows how many pieces of shit you've kept, you know best. You didn't have to deny the truth, to them, to people who cared and understood, to me. I wouldn't say you ditched, 'betrayed' or left. You found someone else, someone new, to trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have been thinking alot lately. Seems to make sense now. You didn't have to make excuses, or go rounds for me.&lt;br /&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/14963772523333644-1164736925842420803?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/1164736925842420803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=1164736925842420803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/1164736925842420803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/1164736925842420803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/09/ill-find-someone-new.html' title='I&apos;ll find someone new'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-2016912173538320226</id><published>2007-09-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:38:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A King Size Tub Big Enough for 10 Plus me</title><content type='html'>OLAH, haven't blogged since...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SINCE WHEN JEUS, COMMON FORGOT THE DATE ASSHOLE?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;EH you think you damn funny isit... hahahah BLUEREGARD is such a fucking joker!?!?!? I'm telling you if you try another piece of shit on me I'll  make you disappear by reading my business book!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;OOOOOO I'm soooo scared of your business bullshit, just shut up and blog fag.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Yes dick, thats what I've been trying to do but you popped up like an erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went wakeboarding on Friday with Chris Kim and Kai. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;YEA you suck at that hahahha, I mean least Kai and Chris can start off.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP! Alex was good, has his own gear and that kinda shit. The only thing that was a flaw was that more and more people came and the lines were quite long. OH yea, there was this fat ang moh that kept cutting the queue, I mean don't down there try to jump off the seat and act pro. Can't even start off normally but want to jump chhh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Neither can you 'jump off'.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*ignores* KAI NEARLY WENT A ROUND!!!!! WHY DID YOU FUCKING LET GO AT THE LAST TURN!?!?!?!?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WOOP-DEEEDOO, someone trying to ignore me eh? hahahaaaahahah you can't ignore me, I'm like a FIXED NARRATOR IN YOUR PEA BRAIN WHICH IS KINDA SMALL FOR ME, really difficult to stretch my legs here. CAN YOU USE it more so it can actually increase in size??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T NEED TO BE INDIRECT, I'm the only one that can hear you dumbfuck. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WOW someone using big words now huh, am I T-A-L-_____-K-I-N-G     T-O-O     F-A-S-T      F-O-R     Y-O-U? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well if I was that dumb, you wouldn't be that 'smart' eh? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;POINT. Carry on dipshit. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Chris stayed over, his mom called and I was moaning like those porn vids, his mom thought he was having sex or something. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You're an asshole for that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't exactly need your comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During training today, Coach Royson came. Mark pointed a middle finger at him cause Coach said he stand like girl. Then Coach saw it and asked him to fuck off the court to Coach James. I swear, I even think GOD agrees that Coach Royson sounds damn like my brother. Both of them coach tennis before, could imagine the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kinda way they teach..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I think so too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't need that comment either. I don't need you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh yea, who was that talking to me during volley session? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was repeating the technique in my head, you were just trying to distract me! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Point again! Your really using your brain now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just shut up. Then went to eat with dad and mom at some Bedok hawker center selling only malay food cause all the chinese want to go home early today, chhh, slackers. Now feeling sleepy, gonna take my leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy 15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.S: BLUEREGARD IS TEH SEXY SEX GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: IS NOT, now your not cause I imagine your not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.S: Point, sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: You better not pop up like last time, I was having a really sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P.S: Oh yea sure, of you dating Jessica Alba. She's not even 'hot'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: YOU TAKE THAT BACK! SHE IS HOTTEST OF THE HOTZORXS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14963772523333644-2016912173538320226?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2016912173538320226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2016912173538320226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2016912173538320226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2016912173538320226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/09/king-size-tub-big-enough-for-10-plus-me.html' title='A King Size Tub Big Enough for 10 Plus me'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-2552572528891394824</id><published>2007-08-27T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:50:07.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contract Terminated, burden</title><content type='html'>I guess I should take some time off permanently. I should be in-general for making friends, cause when your in-general, what you say matter in-general. When you make better friends, what you say really do make a better impact. I can't blame them for taking me seriously, they were the better friends. Maybe cause there were too many complications on my side. Maybe cause there were loads of bullshit from my side. Maybe cause I've been a bad soldier, not following the platoon. Maybe cause what I really say, really meant something serious to them, I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop having emotional conversations.&lt;br /&gt;Stop sharing my right of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Stop the gossip.&lt;br /&gt;Stop the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Stop the happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying bad things.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying nice things.&lt;br /&gt;Stop my bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Stop my friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stop the 'exclusive' outings of only 4, cause now its only 3. Jeus just resigned ABLE company therefore suffering casualties of 25% manpower. Still ABLE company can make it 100% fun. Too much trouble from me, too much trouble to everybody. AnnaJunhungQi&lt;strike&gt;Jeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Anna: was trying to help you with that post right after you blocked me, I was trying to care. Wasn't meant to insult you.&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/14963772523333644-2552572528891394824?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2552572528891394824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2552572528891394824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2552572528891394824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2552572528891394824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/contract-terminated-burden.html' title='Contract Terminated, burden'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-3209553511106358792</id><published>2007-08-21T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:49:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt every ounce of me screaming out but the sound was trapped deep in me</title><content type='html'>Don't feel that good, was really pissed cause Luke pushed my face into the glass window when I was licking it. Hurts like fuck, tears start collecting in my eyes. Happened many times, even when I scratch my nose real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to canteen and start listening to Nano talk his/her magic. Plays whatever I want to hear everytime, unless there is no song of such in the memory. Then I was at a table with Nic Hui, Qi and her. Nic took my paper popular card out and tore it. She came from changing and asked if that was her card. Nic said 'yes, he tore it' while referring to me. She started saying a whole load of bullshit on why I emotionally cried so easily. Well just in case you were failing your bio like your chem, nose and eyes are closely positioned through sinus therefore effecting both when either irritated. Oh well, since I cry so easily, you? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Crying just cause your fat,&lt;/strong&gt; crying cause people say your fat. Then eat more KFC. Then crying when you walk home alone. Crying when you fall from your horse. Oh yes I remember that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how emo can I be, but never cry. You can be a girl with a non-existing hole between your legs, you can use that as an excuse. But seriously don't bullshit and mean it. People get pissed, like how the russian acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis at ssc, manage to get a hint of serving and technical court play. After 2 hours of tennis with Coach James, went to eat. Met up with dad and had a drink. Left in a cab. Thanks, to Qi and her mom for the dog food, haven't fed Spud with that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got loads of english to do, lit draft due very soon. Gotta try harder to get better grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-3209553511106358792?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/3209553511106358792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=3209553511106358792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3209553511106358792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3209553511106358792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-felt-every-ounce-of-me-screaming-out.html' title='I felt every ounce of me screaming out but the sound was trapped deep in me'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-6466451201071493790</id><published>2007-08-20T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:45:33.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 mililitres of adrenalin</title><content type='html'>Watched Crank, was pretty cool show. new concept of filming, about this bounty hunter getting drugged by this poison that will slow his heart down eventually stopping it. So he constantly consumes tons of red bull and energy bars to keep himself alive to take revenge on his 'boss' who planned all this. There was one scene where he was going to die, then he had to fuck his girlfriend at Chinatown just to get his adrenalin running. Everyone was watching them get it on. Fucking funny. Bloody hell, air-con not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just booked a 2 hour tennis session with Coach James at laguna club. Must learn how to serve and backhand. Fucking lit draft due soon, have to work damn hard for it. FUCKING DOROTHY's idea to force every sec 3 to take lit. just wasting our time, putting extra workload on my fucking shoulders. Of course she doesn't have to mark it, she has to take time off looking for her pussy for her husband to fuck. Or maybe its the other way round, too much fat. 'Sometimes Seng Chiy has really bad gastric, Sam can you go check on Seng Chiy? I don't want him to die, he's the closest size to me therefore not making me left out when I teach in class'-no offense Seng Chiy. Have to see her nearly everyday, except for Fridays. I love Tuesdays and Fridays, least proper lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey better fucking bring my earphones tomorrow. Hate being without Nano, can't listen to anything when I'm bored. Catching a flu without air-con, is it even possible??? Nose damn itchy, keep scratching it. Didn't know they had ready made oatmeal, pakaged and ready to drink. Just without the oat, needs a little sugar though. Made Spud's food mix, consisting of dog jerky, oven baked biscuits, 'charco' and dog food. He ate alot, should make more mix so he can eat and be big to scare off strangers. Also bought him a collar and clipped on his license, OHH Spud has a 'identity card' clipped to his neck now! :) I mean if I don't put a collar on him, then SPCA will stuff a microchip up his ass and fine $5000. But Spud doesn't want a microchip, cause Spud is sooooooooooooo CUUUUTTTTEEEE. However, he looks like a girl dog, in my perspective. Oh yea, gonna fail english summary. Was sleeping the whole test. Getting tired now, gonna play some capcom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 down with a flu signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6466451201071493790?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6466451201071493790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6466451201071493790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6466451201071493790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6466451201071493790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-mililitres-of-adrenalin.html' title='20 mililitres of adrenalin'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-6792320266089859695</id><published>2007-08-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:41:24.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report: Tennis</title><content type='html'>Got a private session with Coach James on Tuesday, now can least hit a confident back-hand top-spin. Just need to relax when I swing through and not muscle it whenever I come in ball-contact. Oh yea also need to watch contact point. Next lesson: how to surf, how to backspin slice. I think I'm gonna join the junior development program after I get my basics right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sushi Tei on Monday and Thai Express today, both with Anna and Qi. Damn the Pat Thai noodles @ Thai Express and half-broiled sushi set @ Sushi Tei was sooo goood. Need to go back some other time, when my cash stack becomes thicker and more lush. Went bowling after tennis training with my parents and some of their friends on Tuesday. Now just shower and going to do some weights, 300 movie very inspiring. Must work MORE, more GYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a little brandy containing golf-ball, will bring it to school tomorrow to drink during math. ha ha ha, can put Baileys into. BAILEYS CARAMEL CREME ARE TEH DRINK OF GOD BROUGHT TO EARTH, thats why we must drink it every day just to cherish Gods gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Nike head phones not working, have to get refund from the indian shop I bought it from. Owe ramesh alot of work, have to get it from Aubrey to copy. Otherwise he's gonna 'blackmail' me by calling my parents, chh. This term must try to get good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6792320266089859695?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6792320266089859695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6792320266089859695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6792320266089859695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6792320266089859695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/progress-report-tennis.html' title='Progress Report: Tennis'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-4186830593776012804</id><published>2007-08-13T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:44:13.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry I'm falling, I Tried it, wasn't that Bad</title><content type='html'>Guess we all got excuses for ourselves every day eh? Well I'm not your mom or your coach, I can't stop you from falling to into a pit you dug. Well call me a nosey ass fucker but this will be my very last attempt. Your schedule, wake up to tell yourself to feel tired and go to school. Then whine on yourself having a problematic body figure which no one mentions. Say you'll go anorexic, have my friends say your fine then forget about it. I mean speaking about what you do, just chill and chill and chill in your room. Visit blogs and complain on how these people are so hot naturally and their boyfriends have square chests. Then visit friendster profiles and be all interesting, sms sms sms sms anyone cause you know you get unlimited attention. Then when someone decides to be an asshole of the day and say something about your figure, you go crazy and start not eating. Then decides to go anorexic. Yea you go training, so, training's not just gonna solve everything. You know the ACS(I) ruggers good enough, you should know they don't get their figures just by rugby training. They GYM and eat properly and not sugary pastry every night cause its SOOO GOOD and its MELTED with ICING. No GYM does not make you a man, light gyming can burn fats while toning your muscles and not build it. So you just burn fats if you carry lighter weights for more times and slow jogs on treadmills. Then you say its gonna take like a year, well if u are committed enough it won't take a year. So go ahead, strain yourself, when its finally bad enough with no return go have fun counting your ribs and puking after having every meal cause your body will just reject everything you eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-4186830593776012804?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/4186830593776012804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=4186830593776012804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4186830593776012804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4186830593776012804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/hurry-im-falling-i-tried-it-wasnt-that.html' title='Hurry I&apos;m falling, I Tried it, wasn&apos;t that Bad'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-3580745568201962225</id><published>2007-08-10T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:33:10.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Mistakes will make me Strong, I'm staring out into the great Unknown</title><content type='html'>Well its a holiday, played ps2 in my brothers room for most of the day. Dad asked me if I wanted to go to national day at the marina bay stadium, refused with a little argument. He went with my mom instead.&lt;br /&gt;    Watched my brother get all happy and stuff after getting 31 killing blows in battleground with his new sword, lent him my PSP, he tried beating Blake on a very hard exhibition match, lost loads. Played SRS, my celica suck balls, too much under-steer but it packed 600 horses.&lt;br /&gt;    Mom came in before she left and asked me to bathe Spud, cause she apparently did not shower him since last week. Changed, went down and started playing tennis against the wall, lost 3 balls. Then bathed Spud, ears are fucking dirty. Practiced more tennis. Watched monster-in-law on HBO, had dinner while watching. Pretty amusing, wishing that I will have such a life. Went up to my room and started playing tennis again, obsessed with the sport. Gonna go practice some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummed up 15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-3580745568201962225?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/3580745568201962225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=3580745568201962225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3580745568201962225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/3580745568201962225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-mistakes-will-make-me-strong-im.html' title='my Mistakes will make me Strong, I&apos;m staring out into the great Unknown'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-5199395463677069046</id><published>2007-08-08T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:45:57.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Least You Guys were Happy</title><content type='html'>Haven't slept in the pass 24 hours and I'm feeling weird. Like my brain don't exist but I'm subconsciously doing what I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;  Decided not to sleep since I know I won't wake up on time the next day, had a chat with Anna over the phone for a while. Sorry for not answering your call back, closed my eyes at 4.30 am and woke up at 5 am to see 3 missed calls and a message. Called her twice and smsed her when I was about to leave the house, she picked up and hung up straight away. Took a cab to her house, cause she needed me to collect her shoes, waited there for 15 minutes and called her constantly. She never picked up. Told the cab driver to proceed to Holland Village, half-way through the journey, she called me. Questioned me about why did I leave for school so early and why I didn't fetch her shoes. I told her that I tried to but she did not pick up.&lt;br /&gt;"whatever lah" she hangs up, it was my fault? I followed instructions, I was late for school, what else do you want me to do? Guess she took it as I forgot about it and was making an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Never going to another national day again, if it was outdoors. Bright, hot sun was in my face the whole morning. After the national day celebrations, saw her and Qi walking off with Masashi, I think. Called a cab and asked Kai if he was going anywhere, he asked me if I wanted to go Nic's house. Went to food junction and met them to go together. Bought some snacks before boarding a cab, took a shower there and chilled for about 10 hours. Had dinner and went home with Kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored 15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-5199395463677069046?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/5199395463677069046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=5199395463677069046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5199395463677069046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5199395463677069046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/least-you-guys-were-happy.html' title='Least You Guys were Happy'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-4068170507110511179</id><published>2007-08-08T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:12:10.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueprints to Friendship</title><content type='html'>Wow, time and time again. You've worked your temporary magic, could have, should have learned to cherish it. Maybe people should not care so much eh??? Maybe I'm just dying for attention, you provided it way more than anyone else. Maybe thats why I took it for granted??? Time will tell, should tell, let it simmer like a salmon in a pot full of herbs. That way, it won't just be raw emotion all cooked up inside, but when its done, a container full of happiness brought back to the feast of the four and beyond. Stop bothering it, leave it alone so there and then it would absorb the tasty goodness of friendship and hold the flavors forever. Tried to forget the dead past cause it ain't easy when your a disposed leftover but when I'm fully cooked, dinner will be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-boiled 15 signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-4068170507110511179?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/4068170507110511179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=4068170507110511179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4068170507110511179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/4068170507110511179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/blueprints-to-friendship.html' title='Blueprints to Friendship'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-6267361568158389230</id><published>2007-08-01T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:45:03.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Still Love Me in the Morning?</title><content type='html'>Hitch: 'every woman wakes up in the morning to ask themselves, will I meet that special someone? That question alone keeps them wandering their whole lives therefore giving them a reason to love. However, men don't seem to ask that question, instead they ask themselves if they would be special to someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched that show again, turned it off half way through. Couldn't take all the perfect and happy ending bullshit they throw at you nearly every channel. All the things made simple in movies is not much depicting life but a fairytale set in modern times. Perfection doesn't apply to anyone cause the whole damn world is made so fucking unfair. When you love someone too much, its 'wrong', when you don't love them that much, maybe they should be just 'friends'.What kinda fucking horseshit is that?!?!? There's no in between, as when the hearts leave you when you hold them too tightly, leave you questioning and find no reason. I'm just trying to be fucking special, diamond out of the hay-sack. When she gets bored of you, she starts to not talk about it and pretend she doesn't want the diamond in the hay-sack at all. Well maybe I try too hard huh??!?!!? And they say do your best, well if you don't like my fucking best then tell me my fucking best is just a splinter in your finger. Don't have to stop talking and then say its not working out, what the fuck does that mean??? She's the one that stopped the interest, instead of trying to improvise. Its like a little kid that gets bored of Barney and the change channel to JJ the Jet fucking Plane. Fucking bougus love shit, fuck that priest that started the whole valentines day thing, I don't need it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 signing out&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6267361568158389230?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6267361568158389230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6267361568158389230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6267361568158389230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6267361568158389230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-you-still-love-me-in-morning.html' title='Do You Still Love Me in the Morning?'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14963772523333644.post-7564211128008660928</id><published>2007-07-30T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:40:40.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Cried the Ocean</title><content type='html'>Feel an injury coming up, playing ACS(I) on friday. Not ready, not that fit, not enough players, no Coach Keith or Daniel or Ying Xiang or William. All of them decided not to be committed because most of us are not, no point for training just cause some people show up only for matches and most likely a training right before that.  Those people I shall not name but these deserve some glory, Anton, E.B, Desmond, Joseph, Nico, Evan(if there's a good coach), Samuel, Brina, David, Roderic. Some of these people here have dislocated and ripped shoulders, torn their meniscus, fractured their wrists, fingers, cramped all of their legs so there and then they could give themselves a chance to participate. However there are people who rather work in the gym for excuses of guitar practices, go flirt with girls, afternoon tea with their girlfriends or just don't feel like it. Yea some of the committed don't feel like it sometimes but they push and they push until they reach their limit and they push some more, out of desperation not to lose their chance they put those slackers in to play.&lt;br /&gt;    Whats there to do for a team that looses the competitive edge once the season's ended? Barker, ACS(I), St Joseph, Raffles, St Andrews, teams that develop that cause it all started with a single batch that are committed and got close enough to touch the cup or barely fall short. Not us cause people are just too fucked up, saw the year book? The CCA that had the most participants, now? Lesser guys then girls. I'm pretty sure all of us wanted to be the pioneer batch that got close to touch the finals so that generations below could see that and be the same. You know what, I don't give a shit. Fuck you Miles, FUCK YOU CHANG and loads more to go...&lt;br /&gt;    Till then, time will tell next year.&lt;br /&gt;Number 15 signing out&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-7564211128008660928?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/7564211128008660928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=7564211128008660928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/7564211128008660928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/7564211128008660928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-cried-ocean.html' title='God Cried the Ocean'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-2944884859645897127</id><published>2007-07-29T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T04:59:45.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick on Sabbeth</title><content type='html'>Kinda weird time to blog right now but heck it, couldn't sleep anyway. My brothers birthday party just ended, a small party, little itty bit of gambling and food that sucks. Brother was dealer and he earned a rough 700++ on blackjack???  Was watching the whole while, pretty fun to see them agitating him while he tries to judge a draw. Gave him a set of cards that I bought at Golden Landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have to go out tomoro!!! Was at home all weekend, can't be like last week. BUT on friday I went to nic's house and watched letters from Iwo Jima, was pretty funny how Kai was trying to make fun of Japanese soldiers for the whole movie. Luke took so fucking long with the chicken rice, had to hunk it down cause we were late and I had food choked in my windpipe! Then showered there and went to musical, their actually good! NICE OUTFIT QI YOU WERE SO INCONSPICUOUS ON STAGE WITH ALL THAT RED AND BLACK PORN NURSE THING!!! Ha ha ha :)  was all good and everyone cheered. " Remember ze good years in Canaan" Anton rocks the socks from your jocks! Like it when Ling came out with that Elvis act but couldn't hear his voice. Oh yea, when Anna was raping Shawn behind the curtains, WOO kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After that went to Swensens with a treat from JunHung, gotta find a way to pay him back grrr. MAN DID I HAVE AN APPETITE, crayfish pasta, spaghetti aglio olio (with prawns), half a banana crumble (the best), a cookie summit and I'm barely done. Didn't finish the banana crumble cause Anna made me leave, chh! Walked to seven eleven and she bought SHIT LOADS of that sour strip covered in sugar. Ran back to school cause someone had a bladder the size of a table tennis ball! Called a cab cause CHIBAI's were cutting in front of us and taking our cabs. Told Anna to shout at them but she was too scared and she stopped me pfft?!?!? Steven Song came to the musical too. Had a some-what serious talk with Anna&lt;- (emo girl) in the cab: found out that I'd rather have her as a friend then have her and then losing her. ALSO found out a secret bout QI!!!! HEHEHEHHEHE (evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Went home and slept beside the pool and Spud kept on putting his head on my stomach, maybe cause I have so much ABS, he just wanted to know how it feels like to have abs jkjk! So late already sia and I still cannot sleep! Gonna try and get some now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely number 15 bailing out.&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-2944884859645897127?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/2944884859645897127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=2944884859645897127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2944884859645897127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/2944884859645897127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-on-sabbeth.html' title='Sick on Sabbeth'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-7920720945515797348</id><published>2007-07-25T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:14:39.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never get enough, she's the sweetest drug</title><content type='html'>i-ta-taki-masu&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, got that from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt; paper miss ling gave me before the school japanese trip. miss that ol' place, was really great especially the food. yea baby, my super high metabolism rate prevents me from gaining weight but this may not be an advantage for rugby but still good to bring along during travel!!! Went to get a minor check by the doctor and yea its fun to stuff yourself without having to worry. Spent most of the money my parents gave me on the super cool vending machines there, abit of beer and pre-cooked rice cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN they even have udon and ramen sold in vending machines. Mostly rice cakes, real good and dreamy. Bought all the flavours with Chris Mark, ha ha he got the crappy batch of the experiments. When your in Japan, you do not want to insult their stuff there. Like when Bjorn started making fun of the wa-ba-ki (japanese slippers) he was wearing, he nearly slipped. The snow was super cool but before that, there was hail, then I mooned Kevin Heng and it was a painful experience. Then when we were back at the 'farmland', I threw a snowball at Bjorn's cheek and it swelled up bad. I nearly got a PSP there!!!!!! Bloody prize machine was rigged stupid shop lady keep smiling at us. Bet she was like 'suckers, they'll never win no damn psp, chh Singaporeans'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, JunHung gave me and Bjorn 2k yen to buy as much coke as we want. We went to the vending machine half frozen and bought so much coke the machine ran out!!! Then we didn't know how to bring back the giant supply, so had to use my jacket and carry it all like a stretcher. like 20 bottles of 300ml! then after that, went to throw snowballs at the year one's 'farmhouse', manage to get a couple on the windows, cheap but great fun. When JunHung was the only one sleeping in the farmhouse, Bjorn, Chris Mark, Daniel and me heard it loud and clear, dirty erotic thoughts of JunHung's gay partner!!! He was moaning something like 'OH EARNEST!!!'. Maybe cause he was buying so much honey from this honey promoter guy and made him happy and they got busy right before we entered the tour bus, HONEYCOMB from your biggest FAN!!! Then that night Anna go put mascara on my eyelashes, cannot wash off, the next day miss ling and the tour guides gave me a really funny look. Nearly the whole night cannot sleep, too much coke and started playing cards with Bjorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at Space World was great, JunHung, Anna and Qi wimped out during the alien like haunted house. WTH, then I walked in alone and manage to get out. There was this guy in the cage acting like an alien and tried to grab me, bloody hell got so scared pissed I kicked the damn cage, think I injured his finger. Then he said some Japanese shit, I  just walked off. The roller coasters there were the only things that were fun and exciting, the rest were made exciting and scary cause the three of them were screaming their heads off. Like when we got into the rides, they were screaming, when the Jap guy was talking over the megaphone to clip seat-belts in the space ship, they were screaming, when the engine of the ride starts off, they were screaming. Little four year olds don't even scream that much at the peak of the ride, you guys give Singaporeans a pussy image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go back!!!! If next year got Japan trip again, I'll be first on the travel list!!! The best country I visited so far. JAPAN ROCKS MY SOCKS AND IT WILL ROCK YOU TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           Lovely number 15 bailing out,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-7920720945515797348?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/7920720945515797348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=7920720945515797348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/7920720945515797348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/7920720945515797348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-get-enough-shes-sweetest-drug.html' title='never get enough, she&apos;s the sweetest drug'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-5092360898749259915</id><published>2007-07-24T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:04:44.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester united fans from Ohio</title><content type='html'>watched Euro trip on HBO again, still got the laughs for it. Damn the directors , they must be real smart to come up with this kinda shit. still haven't told anyone about this blog yet. pissed off at Gunawans pen writing feature on the bloody tablet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt; so decided to hand type it out instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy&lt;/span&gt; is a mother fucking bitch!!! fucking hell, suppose to hand up interview on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; cause I was sick so handed up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and she fucking marked it as late work. I asked her about it and she said I need to show her an MC of me being unable to attend her class on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;. what kinda fucking idiot need an MC, she's not even my form tutor??? OH I forgot Black Dorothy needs one. go fuck yourself bitch if you ever find this blog, told her I handed it in to Gina (form teacher) but she said I was in this class long enough to know her rules, she also added that it doesn't really matter cause I 'always' hand in my work late anyway?!?!?!? biased fat cunt, then when Seng Chiy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grades gone down by a bit, she start getting all nice to him and shit and giving him a talk about how you should buck up, started acting like a student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;counselor&lt;/span&gt; and all that kinda shit! What a horseblower, but who needs her anyway all I need to know is that I can pass my end of the year which I obviously can cause the teacher marking it will be a non-biased english teacher like Mrs Mok or something like that. She can't even control her diet thats why she's that fat, so damn fat dunno why Dr Barrett want to hire her, if I were to interview someone, see the person so fat know she have no self-discipline. Everytime in class reminding her students indirectly why is she so big "life is about enjoyment and what I enjoy is eating cause I live to eat"&lt;br /&gt;You know what I think??? I think that she manage to get her husband while she still had some sorta figure then started hunking like a gluttinous steriod pumped cow until she couldn't take anymore popyes chicken and switched to eating her own kids, thats why she doesn't have any now. She most probably dip her children in her moms famous curry with collected lard from her last lypo-suction which failed miserably causing a fat flood of the hospital killing all personnel  and endangering nearby countries including malaysia, thailand and indonesia. They mistook the overflowing fat for the tsunami but I tell ya she's the one making all the floods. She could be one of those secret weapons for terrorist to threaten the world with the collected amount of shit from her clogged rectum, they could make a fuel-air-explosive just by using her. The amount of fuel energy in her could power North Korea for fifteen decades, they should send her for the nuclear peace treaty instead of truckloads of fuel. If they send her and I'm the dictator, I can just sit back and relax without having to worry for the food or energy resources for my third-world-country. She is by far the teacher that takes the most MCs for the year. (needs to clean her bone collection from her dead offsprings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just gave me enough homework to fill her dog bowl, you can guess how many megatons that weigh. So now I'm at home breaking my fingers trying to type her article that is suposedly 'related to english'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Done this post and done more, lovely 15 signing out!                                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-5092360898749259915?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/5092360898749259915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=5092360898749259915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5092360898749259915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/5092360898749259915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/07/manchester-united-fans-from-ohio.html' title='Manchester united fans from Ohio'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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-14963772523333644.post-6854219179104486033</id><published>2007-07-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:56:39.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celefest</title><content type='html'>school just ended with celefest, didn't do anything. nothing, zero, nil, and my school still raised about 100k, gee thats alot of money and aubrey was whining on what happened to the money we put in through our school fees, how those hot ang moh chicks that came into the general office were berets classy strippers/hookers therefore wasting all the parents money away.&lt;br /&gt;WAH the parent-support-group sure worked hard like horses, they actually got Class 95.0 DJs to come and take a look at our school's rook-out. I know thats one of singapore's famous radio stations but why Class 95.0??? I mean why not like 98.7 or something. 95.0 plays gay songs and they've been there for like 40+ years, occasionally they play some good classics.&lt;br /&gt;Chee Huay'san' has been trying to stalk my blog, he he he, she still can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;Boster has been renamed from 'bob' to 'shirley' by nic ang, if i were to rename it i'd name it shelby, i know its a cars name but its a good and unique name to name your future kid. can't blog till a long time later cause my com have problem. maybe i can get my new com this weekend. yea that be great cause i have to go to the lan shop every time i wanna blog pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely number 15 signing out&lt;br /&gt;Jeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14963772523333644-6854219179104486033?l=street-setup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/feeds/6854219179104486033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14963772523333644&amp;postID=6854219179104486033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6854219179104486033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14963772523333644/posts/default/6854219179104486033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://street-setup.blogspot.com/2007/07/celefest.html' title='celefest'/><author><name>Jeus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286899262441477400</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>
