<?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-2575929958862256218</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:43:49.181+08:00</updated><category term='get me back in time . NOW .'/><category term='Boring.'/><category term='monopoly'/><category term='Angelina Jolie says Walaikumussalam.'/><category term='No way I&apos;m putting a tagboard. Msn me if you wanna talk.'/><title type='text'>A hypocrite's masquerade of virtue.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575929958862256218.post-1930089391148239939</id><published>2010-04-16T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:15:25.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hhaa, wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It used to be us, now it's them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-1930089391148239939?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1930089391148239939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=1930089391148239939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1930089391148239939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1930089391148239939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2010/04/hhaa-wow.html' title='hhaa, wow.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7366335413846182766</id><published>2010-04-02T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T11:21:43.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby by me. AINK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOW! I lost my pase case(wallet) on April Fools day. But then a kind soul return it back to me. But he or she didn't reveal themselves to me. The just placed my wallet in the letter box. If only I had the chance to tell you how grateful I am that you found my wallet and thank you also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dude or dudette, thanks alot man. You just saved my life somehow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7366335413846182766?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7366335413846182766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7366335413846182766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7366335413846182766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7366335413846182766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-by-me-aink.html' title='baby by me. AINK!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4432354302850740528</id><published>2010-03-28T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:34:51.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dicksgusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Changi Hospital anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow,&lt;/em&gt; Sunday mornings are always spent with your family having breakfast or playing board games at home; well in some countries they do. But in Singapore, its all different. I just spent my Sunday morning till afternoon with Sean, Abel &amp;amp; Zhi Jian. Wierd as it sounds, we all woke up early. Like damn early. We met around 8a.m! Well anyway, I had burger ramlee for breakfast, prawn 'keropok' for lunch and ikan bilis for dinner. Today was a fun day I can say. But it's already 12.34a.m. I don't know why, but I am sleepy but I can't sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4432354302850740528?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4432354302850740528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4432354302850740528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4432354302850740528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4432354302850740528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2010/03/dicksgusting.html' title='dicksgusting'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5531922980875612926</id><published>2010-03-20T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:41:51.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOOB WOOOOOOOOOOB !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA ! Go to youtube and type, Spongebob Campfire song backmasked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HILARIOUS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5531922980875612926?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5531922980875612926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5531922980875612926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5531922980875612926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5531922980875612926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2010/03/wooooooooob-woooooooooob.html' title='WOOOOOOOOOB WOOOOOOOOOOB !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-2426092503442452790</id><published>2010-03-19T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:27:48.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the world.</title><content type='html'>Haiti Haiti, uh uh uh uh, Haiti Haiti. - Wyclef Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEK! AINK! FAKE!&lt;br /&gt;Here's my award winning novel that I just wrote. You guys should read it. It's worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;For your information, Lucifer is nicknamed as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;.- Just in case you are wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;Micheal, had just came back from an important operation against the Japanese. Unfortunately the operation was a blunder as they did not complete their objective. Micheal gave up defending his country as he had not succeeded in bringing down the Japanese Army. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;As soon as Micheal reached home, he was greeted by the Singaporean army. They had come to recruit Micheal’s younger brother, Lucifer as he had just turned 18. The law had stated that after you turn 18, national service is compulsory. The Singaporean army had dragged Lucy to their truck.. Micheal watched helplessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;After months of tedious training and operations, Lucy became well-known in the camp as, the killing machine for killing over dozens of japanese in a single operation. Micheal was obviously unhappy about this as he didn't want his brother to choose this path in the first place. Even though National Service was compulsary, Lucifer's killings was way over the bar. Once, he killed a Japanese soldier by punching on his face repeatedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;As soon as Micheal learned about Lucy's brutality, he went down to the campsite to look for Lucifer. upon reaching the campsite, Micheal was about to witness a killing of a japanese prisoner by Lucy. Micheal ran towards Lucy and speared him to the ground as he was about to behead the Japenes prisoner. Lucy was shocked as he saw his brother on top of him. Lucy pushed Micheal off him and flashed his katana at Micheal's face. Micheal dared Lucy to hurt him. Lucifer froze to the floor. Lucy was too stunned to say anything. He did not know what he was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;Micheal questioned Lucy about his actions in the operation. He was too engrossed in his power to kill the Japanese from Singapore. Micheal went to the operations manager and requested the dismissal of his brother from the force. However his request was rejected. Micheal then told Lucy that he will be back with a plan to rid of him from the force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;A few months later, news had broken out that Micheal had joined the Japanese in their invasion of Singapore. Lucifer had sworn to serve the country even if it means killing his own brother. Lucy felt so betrayed but he didn't know the intention of his brother joining the Japanese. Lucifer was sent to battle the Japanese troops as they had invaded the town area. Lucy was fearful that he may stumble upon Micheal. But his fears became a reality as he litterally saw his brother infront of him killing a Singaporean soldier brutally. Lucy saw a mirror image of himself being portrayed by his brother. When Micheal came face to face with Lucifer, he shouted for Lucifer to fight him. Lucifer and Micheal fight with thier katana's, slashing each other. But it was obvious that Micheal was giving Lucifer the upper hand as he didn't injure Lucifer's vital points when he knew he could. Then at one point, Lucy countered Micheal's swift strike and Micheal's katana flew across the battlefield. Lucifer's katana was already pointed at Micheal's neck. But Lucy dropped the katana and walked off. Micheal knewthat Lucy would not kill him. Micheal was letting Lucy reapt the same mistake as him in the operating by not completing his objective. This will then be the dismissal of Lucifer from the operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lucy was unaware of what he was doing. His vision was flashedback by all the intensive training in the camp. Lucy didn't understood the true meaning of Micheal's betrayal to the country. He was angered by the fact tha Micheal had betrayed him also. Lucy turned back and picked up his katana. Lucy dashed towards Micheal with the katana pointed at Micheal's dorection. Micheal was able to react fast and managed to dodge Lucy and trip him to the ground. Micheal pounced on top of Lucifer and explained what his plans to release Lucy from the operation. But Lucifer couldn't care less as to him, once a traitor, always a traitor. Lucy got up and shot his brother on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-SGfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isn't my novel nice? HAHA! YOU DECIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-language: EN-SG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-2426092503442452790?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2426092503442452790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=2426092503442452790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2426092503442452790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2426092503442452790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-world.html' title='we are the world.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5636692560130245075</id><published>2010-03-19T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:17:55.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ey, brb. Back. ey brb, BACK !</title><content type='html'>Hey how are you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, brb.&lt;br /&gt;Okay back.&lt;br /&gt;Hows your holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;Ey, BRB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating isn''t it. But it's fun. You should try it. I just tried it on a friend of mine. HAHA! Now I'm going to ask her to read my blog. I bet she would be pissed after reading this. AINK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lullaby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5636692560130245075?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5636692560130245075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5636692560130245075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5636692560130245075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5636692560130245075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2010/03/ey-brb-back-ey-brb-back.html' title='ey, brb. Back. ey brb, BACK !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7690150592970716184</id><published>2010-03-17T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:40:50.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>year 2010.</title><content type='html'>My 1st post in the year 2010. Actually, it's my 1st post after a few months. I have been lazy to post on my blog. Besides, I have no time. HAHA! I have been 'studying' alot lately. I just heard a girl shouting for her life and I heard spoons, forks and knives like flying around. I have a gut feeling that someone is being murdered. 0.o , HAHA! Or maybe she was being hit by her dad or something. Parents, pfft. Some are nice, but others are just way over the bar. Lucky my parents aren't as crazy as some. I think I had enough of blogging. I don't know what else to type. Matt Ramsey rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sayur'nara.&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers, AINK! [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7690150592970716184?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7690150592970716184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7690150592970716184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7690150592970716184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7690150592970716184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2010/03/year-2010.html' title='year 2010.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-8927686359176758502</id><published>2009-12-04T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:50:36.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen a looooooooooooooooong time.</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since I last blogged. It seems like time flies like a shooting star, it means it flies really really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPERLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fast. All the money earned, spent, gone. Now whats left is an opportunity. Whether I can make it or not. I don't know why some people think I may have been hit by a car, got into an accident. No, I'm just a dickhead with no brains. I watched Van Wilder Freshman Year. He is worse than any Stifflers to me. He is a damn retard. I hope there's a sequel. I really got nothing much to say, consider this as my free time. Most of the time I'm outside. If I'm at home, I will just be sleeping. So thats my life now. New phone by the way. HAHA! In your face pass downers, AINK! I don't know if any humans still read my blog, but if they do I want them to know. I am gay. NO FAKE, I am a person who is going to succeed in life. YEAH! Syafiq, you fucking dickhead. Stop chatting with me on MSN with your stupid language you dumbnut, oh and yeah. Don't think I have forgotten your birthday you fucktard. Yeah yeah, happy birthday to you. What you want? A present, come my house now lah. Then I slap with with a present. Want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of blogpost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-8927686359176758502?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8927686359176758502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=8927686359176758502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8927686359176758502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8927686359176758502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen.html' title='its beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen a looooooooooooooooong time.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-548643939497553640</id><published>2009-10-17T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:22:13.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nenek kawnwnanawaf</title><content type='html'>Fuck you. I said FUCK YOU. fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambuah Emas, na&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chibai. So much for getting a job. Still have to search for other jobs. Yesterdays open house syiok. The briyani AYAM was superb! I wish I could eat it again. haha. Then we bought &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;! Can't believe we bumped into M &amp;amp; S &amp;amp; two other dudes. She called me a mat, or did she call wan? I dont know, i dont care &amp;amp; I dont give a shit. Raya is going to end soon. Roy's &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;maroon&lt;/span&gt; coloured hair is so cool. :0 At home currently doing nothing. Accept for staring at this shithole computer. I wanna play combat arms, there's nothing else to do in this world is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-548643939497553640?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/548643939497553640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=548643939497553640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/548643939497553640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/548643939497553640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/10/nenek-kawnwnanawaf.html' title='nenek kawnwnanawaf'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3057207970176299889</id><published>2009-09-30T08:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:53:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weds.</title><content type='html'>wah, wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late, and i dont wanna go school late. Actually, i'm sick. I have the flu. This headache is killing me. The stupid drugs won't work. I dont want to go to the poly cause I'll just waste my time &amp;amp; money. In a few days will be my exams &amp;amp; I haven't been studying. Faisal said to me,"kiwak haniz, klau kaw this year fail lagi N level kaw, sia-sia jek retain. Buang mase kaw jek." Those fucking words he said like stucked to my mind. Yesterday at class, last period, Mr Frankie Foo was absent. So we had a relief teacher. Shockingly, I was older than her. She was damnit 17 sia! Okay lah, she quite friendly. But she asked ME to call HER miss? WTF ?! haha. I don't know why she wanted to work at this shitty school. I can't sleep well at night again. Since monday night. I think its the hangover. But until when will it keep hanging. Fucking headache, I can barely move about, so might as well just sit infront of the computer and blog. By the way Syafiq, you said you wanted a friend that would fight for you and you wanted to do the same thing back to the friend. I can be that friend. I will fight for your dignity and the shit that you want. You told me you would also fight for me right? But, I think that won't be necessary. It's pointless if you fight for me. You are fighting a losing battle which actually has already lost. This battle of mine actually never even started. I never wanted to go to war. Because I know I will lose. &amp;amp; I AM FUCKING CERTAIN OF IT. But if there's another battle that is awaiting me, you can fight that battle for me. But it'll be very long lah when I get to find another "battle". Syafiq, if you are reading my blogpost, I hope you understand what I am talking about. I will fight for your JY man. I'll try my very best. Don't doubt me bitch! haha. You know what, your battle has already begun. But if I fail, I'm sorry. &amp;amp; once again I am saying this, DON'T fight my battle. It's pointless &amp;amp; it never even started. I think I have a brain tumour. I also think that I have amnesia. I can't remember some of the things I did few days back. Monday was a damn stupid day-candles, punching walls, walking in around the park, singing, blaberring, unfinished cakes, Luminous Mark, Subzero, Winner, $1 Apple Juice, senket, toilet breaks, slow reacting vision, hut, worries(faisal), retarded(izzuan), the dizzyness, small eyeballs &amp;amp; me. Thats all I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Nabilah's birthday. &amp;amp; the day before Tuesday was Azmi's birthday. &amp;amp; tommorow is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't bother. Don't care anymore for me at all, okay?&lt;/span&gt; Oh and I spent like total of $70-$80 this past two days or so. I sometimes wonder, i spend so much money for what? I know, things which are both of importance and not. &amp;amp; WHERE DO I GET SO MUCH MONEY? Oh yah, that I remember, hari raya money. I think it's all finished already. Fucking cough medicine, I just dragged like 3 quarters of the whole bottle just now about 3 in the morn. My throat was killing me when I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One word, &lt;em&gt;Macabre&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3057207970176299889?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3057207970176299889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3057207970176299889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3057207970176299889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3057207970176299889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/09/weds.html' title='weds.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6355451940929570214</id><published>2009-09-27T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:51:54.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>111111111111111111111111111111111111111111.</title><content type='html'>27th of september, 1.11am. This is my 111th post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing off at 1.11am. But I'm not sure when will it end.&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6355451940929570214?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6355451940929570214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6355451940929570214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6355451940929570214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6355451940929570214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/09/111111111111111111111111111111111111111.html' title='111111111111111111111111111111111111111111.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4213139481074113914</id><published>2009-09-26T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:09:53.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u guys suck.</title><content type='html'>"There's no need for us to talk anymore, go and rest.", she said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay, bye.", I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with you people? Why would you accuse my friend for things he didn't even say? &amp;amp; who the fucking hell told you that? People are just trying to sabotage my friend. Why? What the fuck is your motive? So that you can feel a sense of happiness after ruining our lives? So much for the apologizing and forgiving due to bulan syawal. Hari raya. Its not even one week in syawal and shit happens. Stupid. TO HELL WITH THESE PEOPLE. Just say goodbye to me. I will turn back saying, 'thanks ey'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all ends here lah okay. BEST. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4213139481074113914?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4213139481074113914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4213139481074113914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4213139481074113914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4213139481074113914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/09/u-guys-suck.html' title='u guys suck.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6633803183587323165</id><published>2009-09-23T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:41:31.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope 4-2 students, they are crazy people. Hope 4 classes are the most 'kecohest' batch in the whole of NBSS so far this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6633803183587323165?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6633803183587323165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6633803183587323165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6633803183587323165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6633803183587323165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7999729654735620146</id><published>2009-09-21T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:53:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>Hari raya? So fast. Bulan puase seems like just only one week. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money, no honey. Duit raye just keeps getting lesser by the years. As you get older, the duit raye you get will decrease over time. Then, the next thing you have to do is that you have to give other people money. Thats when you realised that the appreciation of the giver is better than the receiver. What the fuck am I talking. When you are young, you wanna spent it all right? Go ahead! Finish it all. HAAAHAHAAH ! This year, my family's colour is, brown, purple, grey, &amp;amp; pink. As in, my brother wears brown, my dad grey, mom is purple &amp;amp; I'm pink. This year my family multi coloured. HAHA ! I'm so sleepy, I wanna go to bed. But my eyes can't resist the lights of this laptop. Them green curry ayam my mum cooked was superb. I can still taste it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7999729654735620146?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7999729654735620146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7999729654735620146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7999729654735620146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7999729654735620146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=',,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6193437171941297305</id><published>2009-09-18T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:55:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love drunk.</title><content type='html'>I used to be love drunk but now I'm hungover.&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, but now I'm sober.&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls-Love Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on keep drinking. Dumb dicks. CHEY! Raye is coming soon. Bulan ramadhan this year is totally different. I have been slacking with Izzuan that dick. But he's a great fucked up friend though. Looking for a job before N's. After I get the job, I want to use the money to donate to the unfortunanate. Maybe. I wanna do good things after raye. I wanna be sober. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT LONG LONG LAH CB !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6193437171941297305?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6193437171941297305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6193437171941297305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6193437171941297305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6193437171941297305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-drunk.html' title='love drunk.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7943210782785839332</id><published>2009-09-06T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:00:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HANDS DOWN ~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember, always remember.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights.&lt;br /&gt;The scent of your hair when you twirled in your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the time on the clock.&lt;br /&gt;When we realised its so late &amp;amp; this moment we shared together.&lt;br /&gt;But the streets was wet &amp;amp; the gates was locked.&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped in, &amp;amp; I let you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was splendid! A night spent with Hapeace was damn fun. We studied &amp;amp; studied till 10.40pm. Well not most of the time we studied. But we did had fun. Tonight we are going to do it again. Not gay okay. Crows Zero rock lah CB ! You guys who are reading my blog should go watch the movie. Its action packed &amp;amp; totally awesome. Its about this guy named Genji who needs to fight his way through Suzuran High School to become the top of the top. Its interesting how they study in that school. Because they dont! They just go there to fight others. Its a very nice movie. Damn cool. Go to either, &lt;a href="http://www.keezmovies.com/"&gt;http://www.keezmovies.com/&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.brazzers.com/"&gt;http://www.brazzers.com/&lt;/a&gt; or if those dont work, go to &lt;a href="http://www.epdrama.com/"&gt;http://www.epdrama.com/&lt;/a&gt; . Now I am off to watch other movies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for those who are depressed or feeling deprived of something, forget about it. Just think about good things. Don't think about bad ones. They will only hurt you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way, tommorrow is N levels again, for me. ]:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7943210782785839332?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7943210782785839332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7943210782785839332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7943210782785839332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7943210782785839332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/09/hands-down.html' title='HANDS DOWN ~!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-2425889305403495436</id><published>2009-09-04T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:48:37.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>operation afternoon.</title><content type='html'>Operation afternoon. Operation comencing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada, yada, yada. SHISHASHISHASHISHASHISHASHISHA. Porky, Casanova, Chuck, Hapeace, Mokster, Terror &amp;amp; Kude Kecik. You people are dicks. HAHA! Murtabak, ZAMZAM. Coke, Viceroy. Yeah.. Thats the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-2425889305403495436?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2425889305403495436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=2425889305403495436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2425889305403495436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2425889305403495436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/09/operation-afternoon.html' title='operation afternoon.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7033279696224091142</id><published>2009-08-30T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:09:14.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they fly !</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I practiced with Khidhir. We practiced like hell. I kept screwing up on some chords and some of the lyrics. But thanks god, I finally got it. Now whats left is to really play properly. No mistakes. Then we went to play LAN gaming. Woah, so fun. I have a feeling this year would be cocked-up . I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked till about 5-6 pm. Then came two familiar faces. It was birthday girl and M.R. They wanted to slack with us. It's been a long time since I saw them. But nothing changed. They're still the same. I sang the birthday girl a song. Like a few songs mixed together. Well she was so happy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! JUST 15?! Wait longer. In four more months I will be 18. By the way, are flying cockroaches really scary? HAHA! M.R kept running like in circles around the the seat we were sitting on when she saw a flying cockroach swooping just above our heads. She ran around it like 3 times! She was like, "hanis, behind you! Go step on it! Kill it!" But I didn't step on it though. I want to see how she will handle the cockroach. So she stepped on the poor little flying cockroach when it was on the ground. She stepped on it till it couldnt move at all. The strength she used to step on it was very strong. The cockroach was 30 times smaller than her! That was a very funny moment. She said she has phobia on roaches. HAHA! Like I would care. At least she should have run away from the seat. But no, she had to run in circles AROUND the seat. Express student ey? No common sense. CHEY! Hhaha. Funny funny people. Reached home about 11.30pm after terawih to take the guitar from M.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go watch this new show at Nickelodeon, "Oggy &amp;amp; the cockroaches." HAHA! nice show about flying cockroaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7033279696224091142?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7033279696224091142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7033279696224091142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7033279696224091142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7033279696224091142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-fly.html' title='they fly !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5783637610887903010</id><published>2009-08-29T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:24:11.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you piece of shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prelims are over. Somehow I really think that history is going to repeat itself. But in a different way. My results, they are really bogus. I failed science &amp;amp; combined humanities. Physics I got a 16/50, Chemistry I got 23/50. Geography I got 16/50, Social Studies 16/50. Lucky number 16. HAHA! More like unlucky. I can really do anything much but to study. Waiting for Khid to call. I'll be meeting him to watch over me. HAH ! This year's teachers day will be cock up. I have a feeling, it will be. But I hope not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LET's JUST SEE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5783637610887903010?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5783637610887903010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5783637610887903010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5783637610887903010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5783637610887903010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-piece-of-shit.html' title='you piece of shit.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3097131338863515994</id><published>2009-08-22T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:35:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>It's the 7th month of the chinese calendar. They say the hell gates will open &amp;amp; all the evil spirits will be out of hell. But in the muslim calendar, the hell gates will close. So which is real? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I still remembered last year, during this month of goodness, supposingly, last year alot of sh*t had happened. I hope this year won't become like last year. I know this year is different. History will not repeat itself. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IT WILL NOT REPEAT!&lt;/span&gt; But, let's not talk about the bad times. There was always more good things that happened. The fun &amp;amp; laughter, the stupid things that we do. The list of fun things will keep extending &amp;amp; extending, its infinite. Everyone that we were there with me during that month had problems and fun together. But it didn't stop us from being what we are today. I will break it to you guys, last year was the best year in my secondary life. Seriously. I hope this year will be better than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say something else, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YOU SUCK!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, you know who. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;YOU SUCK!&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to shoot people &amp;amp; kill them, make sure I'm the best of the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3097131338863515994?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3097131338863515994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3097131338863515994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3097131338863515994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3097131338863515994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3597832451733144477</id><published>2009-08-19T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:31:19.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am gay. It has been declared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Stickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Dr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shavargo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Catfish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Soup.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Attack Attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I got one of the highest for maths paper one. I was challenged a bet. I'll take it man! No worries, you lose you gain something. You win, you'll have to wait till you lose. Prelims are over, now we will have to wait for N levels. Which will be coming soon. Teacher's day audition is on next week monday. I got to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always comes during 6 days, during six hours from 10.30p.m. Then at the last day, its all gone. Too much thinking going on. Should have just thought about nothing. All those nights, starring out my room's window. Not worth it, I have to wake up every morning thinking about the next night on how am I going to go to sleep. Every morning, I see the preety smiles on those boarding the bus with me, especially Nabilah's. She's always happy. Then I see my other friends who get on the same bus with me. They are all so happy &amp;amp; they seem to have a good night rest. This routine keeps continuing in my everyday life till I-don't-know when. But at least I can see them happy. I'll always sleep in the bus in the morning. I'm so tired. But by the time I reach school, all this crap fades. I'm glad. When I reach the door to my classroom, there will be this song that keeps playing in my head... "Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember, always remember..." haha. Everyday at school, the friends, the teachers, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; teachers. They make my day gay, everyday. I just realised, I can't study at home, I don't know why. The only time I can really study is outside. Seriously. Tomorrow is Roy's brother's birthday, &amp;amp; mine too. Both have the same name &amp;amp; same birthday. How cool is that? But most probably I won't be celebrating. Maybe, maybe not. Tomorrow as usual, meet Hapeace, HoHo Bird, Harith &amp;amp; the rest at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to go kill zombies now.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3597832451733144477?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3597832451733144477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3597832451733144477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3597832451733144477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3597832451733144477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-gay-it-has-been-declared.html' title='I am gay. It has been declared.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7484830288643836933</id><published>2009-08-15T22:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:15:40.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a friend of mine asked me to focus.</title><content type='html'>Damn, today was fun. Went out with a friend which I haven't been out with for so long! I went out with ASHHHHHYYYYY!! WOOOO! chey, CHEY. Supposingly, I was supposed to study. I tried studying for more than 3 hours in the library, but to no avail. (Actually I did study.) Hunger. She was hungry, so we went to KFC to makan! Then, chewy juniors. Then apple juice, followed by camwhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, I was thinking to myself, I didn't study hard enough. So I wanted to ngaji, but today session was sort of different. I had fun with my family. Then, a Khid Knoxville called me. Woah, I was actually talking over the phone for over 1.35 hours. Damnit. But we had a great conversation. I felt gay, talking to a gay. It was a gay conversation. Well, we were gays. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7484830288643836933?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7484830288643836933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7484830288643836933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7484830288643836933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7484830288643836933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-of-mine-asked-me-to-focus.html' title='a friend of mine asked me to focus.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7451140237209951301</id><published>2009-08-15T09:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:51:51.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed the fun.</title><content type='html'>Once, there was a dude. At first he was afraid, he was petrified. He believed he could fly, he believed he could touch the sky but smiles &amp;amp; her laughter, is the only thing that he was waiting for. Because this love has taken it's toll on him, she said goodbye, too many times before. So come, break him down &amp;amp; bury him, bury him. He was finished with her. But he should have told her everything, he's losing hope &amp;amp; fading dreams. But then they both go down together, they might just stay there forever, just try and let go. He'll be there by the ocean just waiting for proof that there's sunsets &amp;amp; silhoulette dreams. All the sandcastles falls like the ashes of cigerrettes &amp;amp; every wave drags him to sea. He could stand there for hours just to ask god the question, is everyone here make believe?&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in his voice he said, son thats the question. But does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but him. But he sweared that she don't have to go. He thought he would wait for the fireworks, he thought he could wait for the snow to wash over Georgia &amp;amp; kill the hurt. She cried, she cried buckets. He felt guilty, her tears didn't fall. But it certainly crashed around him. He thought that the heavens was waiting for him. He just closed his eyes &amp;amp; said goodbye. Hearing his pulse go on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on. He lived his life in misery, he sacrificed his world to world to hold her. No breathe left inside of him. Shatterred glass keeps falling. But he knew he couldn't just sit there &amp;amp; do nothing. She was leaving him, far away from here. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He was competiting with time. He knew he couldn't fight against time. So he stop. He stop running. He realised, it was never meant to be. Life's never fair. At the very thought of that, he turn around to return home. But when he looked up, he found out that she was standing there. They both ran into each other, but when thier sense of touch felt each other, she vaporised into the air. Now that he only realised, she was really gone. All this while, waiting. Pointless. She's gone, out of out his life. Oh, she's gone. He find it so hard to go on. He really missed that girl. His love. Come back, into his arms. He's begging you. He's down on his knees. But even the begging won't do him any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's already dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha, I made a story out of song lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7451140237209951301?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7451140237209951301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7451140237209951301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7451140237209951301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7451140237209951301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-missed-fun.html' title='I missed the fun.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4959428238578743751</id><published>2009-08-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:24:27.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 8th commandment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4959428238578743751?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4959428238578743751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4959428238578743751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4959428238578743751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4959428238578743751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/8th-commandment.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5213125259931831930</id><published>2009-08-10T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:43:40.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angelina Jolie says Walaikumussalam.'/><title type='text'>fuck you myra.</title><content type='html'>Fall Out Boy says assalamualaikum? Funny ke pe? Chi *ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know yesterday, I went out with Angelina Jolie! The babe in white. So hot! I didn't managed to go National Day celebration last year with my friends because I was sick. :( This year I managed to see the Apache, the people skydiving, the Singapore flag being hoisted from 3 helicopters like 4 storeys above me! Then the gunshots was being heard. I felt I was in the middle of a war. Funny thing is, Angelina Jolie was like taller than me when the fireworks started, till it ended. Well, if you were that height, you would more hotter. YEAH! haha. I was mesmerized by the formation of the fireworks. I was like in a trance. Even when A.J talked to me, I thought it was a freaking bangla who was talking to me, cause' I couldn't care less what people say when the fireworks started. I saw alot of people. It was so hard to smoke, police here &amp;amp; there. Practically everywhere! Nevermind Hanis, just remember, 4 more months till 18. No worries. By that time I will be a working man. CHEYY! haha. I'm not a town person but yesterday was different, well, once a year only. I went to Marinenabe, Raffles, City Hall, Raffles, Bugis &amp;amp; Ang Mak Kaw. I can't seem to forget yesterday. It was so fun. Well, A.J wanted to catch a midnight/late movie after that. I was like, sial uh! So salah timing, I was so tired &amp;amp; broke. I'm afraid that I will fall asleep during the movie. Besides, I want to meet Alex Gaskarth/Chucky. DID YOU KNOW A.J, ALEX &amp;amp; I STUMBLED UPON A BAPOK!? AS IN LITERALLY A BAPOK SIAL! When A.J &amp;amp; I was fetching Alex from the MRT, as we were about to cross the road to go to our windy spot, this bapok shouted WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! at Alex. We thought it was a nyonya bawah block nye. BUT NO!! IT WAS A FREAKING BAPOK!! Nabuey Chow Chic Ken. Sick. We disturb him/her/IT. We shouted back WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! at her/him/IT. SICK SICK SICK! Then we ate hamburgers, sent A.J to her bridge. We took a cab home. GEREK DOK!. Yesterday was fun fun fun. Now I'm awaiting the videos &amp;amp; pictures from yesterday. It's with Angelina Jolie. That B**ch. LOL. Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blue clouds just spelled out your name, the darkest nights, you shine in them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5213125259931831930?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5213125259931831930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5213125259931831930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5213125259931831930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5213125259931831930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/fuck-you-myra.html' title='fuck you myra.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7510374133242077170</id><published>2009-08-10T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:34:41.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall out boy says asalamualaikum,</title><content type='html'>Hello people of the world, I'm hacking Abdul Han bte Ham's blog. (evil laughter) Okay, bye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7510374133242077170?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7510374133242077170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7510374133242077170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7510374133242077170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7510374133242077170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/fall-out-boy-says-asalamualaikum.html' title='Fall out boy says asalamualaikum,'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3791289343324259223</id><published>2009-08-08T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:20:19.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheeeeeesh.</title><content type='html'>I actually studied! Tommorrow I don't really have plans yet. Chucky/Alex ajak gi Vivo, watch a movie before going to see the fireworks. I'm dumbfounded. Should I just not go out tommorrow? Should I just spent time with my family? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Faisal says that there is a pakcik keropok jual minyak wangi bangla. The pakcik keropok name is Sundrem. So beware of Sundrems out there. BWAHAHAHAHA! I really don't know. Sheeeesh. Tommorrow just sleep at home until 10 of August. Or just sleep till I don't wake up? No way! I don't want to get what I wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The words are hushed lets not get busted. Just lay entwined here, undiscovered."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3791289343324259223?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3791289343324259223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3791289343324259223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3791289343324259223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3791289343324259223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheeeeeesh.html' title='sheeeeeesh.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6923341655259477769</id><published>2009-08-08T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:05:56.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooooooooooooooooooooW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what, I'm actually studying now. I'm so glad that I started studying. Khid keeps saying to me, slacking &amp;amp; lepaking won't bring you anywhere. Better study, or at least do something meaningful. Well, thats what I'm doing. Studying &amp;amp; doing something meaningful. HAHA, but I'm not sure about the doing something meaningful. Hey, at I'm studying. I just found out that parents have been reading my blog. That's something embarrasing, but it's good to know that, people you don't know actually go to you your blog &amp;amp; read it. Well some parents I know. Haha. Like my dad for instance. He will read my blog if he has nothing better to do. So I should stop with the cursing &amp;amp; vulgarities. Mind my language for the previous posts. I like to use coarse language. Prelims are just round the corner, like in 3 days time. Wow, I hope I'm prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's national day celebration was quite fun. Only the parade sucked. It was hosted by the NPCC. It was really an eye sore to see such lousy &amp;amp; pathetic march passes. They even put the NCC at the back of the whole parade. Such a ****** these NPCC people are. I'm still proud to say that the NCC did well in their marching. This year, not one of the NCC cadets fainted. Then we had to make banners. Our class didn't win anything. This whole 6-7 months in school, our class has never won any awards. Except for the most dirtiest class award &amp;amp; the class with the worst behaviour award. Then after that, we had a sing along. The game was Don't Forget Your Lyrics. So after every song, one person would be selected to complete the missing lines in the song. The song was count on me Singapore. After the song finish playing, one person has to go up. Then it happenned. The whole school was cheering &amp;amp; clapping, except for the Hope 4 classes. They were all pointing fingers at me, asking to go up on stage to sing. I stood still &amp;amp; kept quiet. Then, the teacher with Shahid's ears called me up. So I had to sing. As I walked to the teacher, I can hear the crowd shouting my name, cheering &amp;amp; clapping so loud I felt that my ear drums was going to burst. I didn't know that I had so much fans. I was the laughing stock of the whole school, for cheating in a test. WHICH I DIDN'T! The funny thing about that cheating is that, my phone rang during the test. It was about 1 &amp;amp; a half minutes left to the end of the paper. As I go down to the teachers lounge to investigate my problem, I took out the phone &amp;amp; check who texted me at such a bad timing. It was starhub saying, "apply sunblock to your skin 15 minutes before you leave your house to the hot sun." That was what I showed the teachers there. They laughed at me. I was so embarrassed. But I didn't care. I was a stupid beauty tip. So that made me the laughing stock of the whole school. Now, one by one, teachers come to me and comment on my singing. All i had to say was thanks because I didn't expect teachers to come to me to say about my singing. I would rather them come to me to say about my studies or something. I'm still happy though. Pissed at the prize, as it was so stupid. A pen a pencil, an Apollo chocolate-which was 'lemau' &amp;amp; a piece of paper saying, thanks for your participation. At least it's something. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to sit at home till 1p.m. Then after zuhur I'm meeting Emy,(I DON'T KNOW WHY) but she asked me to go out with her &amp;amp; study. I'm going to study later, so I should use the computer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's much more things in the world that are more important than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6923341655259477769?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6923341655259477769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6923341655259477769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6923341655259477769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6923341655259477769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/woooooooooooooooooooow.html' title='wooooooooooooooooooooW'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3930603779183931673</id><published>2009-08-03T04:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:23:45.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90th post</title><content type='html'>It's my 90th post &amp;amp; I feel so gay. Haha. Having to write about this post at 4.37a.m in the morning is really cool. Yeah cool as in, I can't sleep the whole night/morning, whatever. Tired. Really tired. It seems that the world has suddenly revolve around me faster. I now can somewhat see how low the ground is to my feet &amp;amp; how high the sky is from above my head. Thinking. Yeah, thinking what will happen in the mere future. So many things to worry about. I can't study. I bet if later I reach school, I'd be sleeping. I don't know why I can't sleep. I don't even know whats bothering me. The thought of someone knowing everything thats going on in my everyday life feels like I'm being watched. Being watched isn't a fun thing. I'm already hated by 5 teachers at school &amp;amp; I have only 6 subjects. I don't hate teachers. I envy thier enthusism in teaching other students &amp;amp; why are they so smart. I envy, not hate. But that shouldn't be the reason why I always irritate them. I irritate teachers not because I want to DPM or make everyone laugh. My intention is to make the teachers feel comfortable teaching. I irritate them by making jokes &amp;amp; cheering them up. But some teachers don't get my point of view. If only they knew what my intentions were. My english teacher has been M.I.A for 4 days last week. It's the 3rd of August Mr.Phillip Foo. Teach us, or we will all fail. My english has been degrading &amp;amp; it keeps going on &amp;amp; on. People don't even understand what the hell am I saying sometimes. Today, I have to treat Faisal for accompanying me to wait for my bus to come. Oh, did I tell you guys I injure my left ankle? I guess you guys would know. HEHE! Thats the bad thing about thinking &amp;amp; making a decision in the middle of crossing a road. I thought I placed my right feet on the ground first, but my left feet was also following. It's like I'm trying to walk on air. But, humans do not walk on air. So I fell. :( Speaking about walking on air, later this evening we will commence another Night Ops. This time, it should be search &amp;amp; destroy-if possible. Just need to get great footage &amp;amp; evidence why or what had grabbed my right leg. Now I'm unable to run if shit happens. Zhi Jian said he would watch my back. I really hope you do so Ho Zhi Jian, A.K.A HoHo bird. He is brave guy. But towards paranormal things, not certain he is. Well I hope he is. He said he will stay by my side no matter what happens &amp;amp; he will never leave me behind in the operation. Well, he sounded so gay when he said that to me. But at least I know who to count on when I'm in trouble. Yesterday was little Akid's birthday &amp;amp; I didn't go for his birthday party as I wanted to stay at home. I was stressed up Akid. I'm sorry little cousin. Next year I promise you that I will come okay? Okay. I'm just going to sit here &amp;amp; write till the azan calls &amp;amp; I will have to shut down the laptop. I'm going to write whatever that comes into my mind. So mind me if stupid things come out &amp;amp; you people don't understand what in hell I am going to say. Next year I will be 18. I can do the things most people would love to do, drinks &amp;amp; ciggerettes &amp;amp; sex. But I wouldn't do either of those, except smoking. I don't know. Whats so great about smoking. I still don't get it. The stupid nicotine thats killing everybody is actually fun for some people. The feeling, the aroma of smoke. I just feel like quiting. But its like asking you to kill yourself than rather try to stop smoking. But I am cutting down though. I am really trying to cut down. It's hard. But it's good. Someday I will be like normal ordinary people. But do you know that about/almost/more than half the entire population of the world the people smoke? Its around there. Not sure about that. It's 5.07a.m. I just wonder how am I going to cope later on to study. I feel sleepy, but I can't sleep. My body feels so weak &amp;amp; numb. It feels so cold too. More people are questioning about my behavior at school. Mr Subash for example, who is the DM there asked me why I haven't been attending my art lessons. When he heard my reasons, he couldn't find any way to scold me or punish me for truancy. I wasn't intending to not go for art. It's just the complication of the combination of certificates of my last year &amp;amp; this year. I want to make it to secondary 5. I want to prove to my parents I'm not a dick. I'm Abdul Hanis Bin Abdul Hamid. I want to be the best of the best. But I'm not even sacrificing any of my time to study. I'm just fooling around like last year. It's the same whole thing over &amp;amp; over again. Only, new surroundings, different people. More friends. But too many is not good either. But I'm not saying that I'm a famous big fuck celebrity. I'm still me. It's just that people know me because I know them. I kinda hate when people talk about Singapore Idol. I feel like killing those who keep saying Singpore Idol is the bomb, blah blah blab. It's 5.17a.m. I think I should be ending this post soon enough. Fun &amp;amp; laughter. Giggles. Screaming. Shouting. Anger. Frustration. Hatred. Hopelessness. People. Friends. Family. Monarchy. Anarchy. Peace. Somethings are better off not knowing. Than to know someone or something too much, it might just hurt you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to go to school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3930603779183931673?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3930603779183931673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3930603779183931673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3930603779183931673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3930603779183931673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/90th-post.html' title='90th post'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4581415922364314859</id><published>2009-08-02T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:33:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hands off.</title><content type='html'>Damnit, I should have went to madrasah just now. My dad finally caught me. But surprisingly, he didn't scold me. He wasn't frustrated, despite about 17 more or less times I skipped madarasah. He also founded out that I had pierced my tongue recently. Today, he like found out all the shit that I have done wrong lately. The weirdest thing is, HE DIDN'T GET MAD. Why?, I keep questioning myself. Thinking &amp;amp; thinking about this. It's like he understands me now. He knows that I smoke, he knows what I do when I'm outside &amp;amp; where I have been. He knows. Dad knows best. But to this point of extent? Thats knowing too much don't you think? I don't know. Roy, if you are reading this, I may probably tell you that I will meet you a little bit later tommorrow. I bet I won't be sleeping thinking how my dad knew so much. It was like he was a mind-reader. &amp;amp; he didn't scold me. WHY!? I don't get life nowadays. I really don't know. Don't mistake me for being emo. I'M NOT. I'm still Hanz. Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad knows too much &amp;amp; not doing anything about it... That's changes everything about life.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4581415922364314859?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4581415922364314859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4581415922364314859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4581415922364314859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4581415922364314859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/hands-off.html' title='hands off.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7877546557995706487</id><published>2009-08-02T10:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:12:31.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no joke no fun.</title><content type='html'>Woah, I FELL OFF A PATHWAY YESTERDAY! I like injured my left ankle. Still abit painful. I'm like getting ready for madrasah. Haha. My right leg was already injured by the mysterious ghost of NBSS. Now my left ankle is in pain too. Damnit. I reached home yesterday like around 12a.m. &amp;amp; the best thing is, I wasn't scolded. I was questioned though, where I went, with who I'm out with. Blah blah blah... Jyeah fake fake. Oh did you guys know, Myra has hands now?! OhMyGod!! Jyeah fake-fake. HAHA. Yesterday when I was laying down on my bed, I saw the moon. It was yellow, like the colour of urine. But it's like so cool. I kept staring &amp;amp; staring at it. So exciting. I was thinking again, about how fascinating cars, trains &amp;amp; buses could be. My art N level deadline is in 5 days time &amp;amp; I haven't even started on my canvas. I'm confident that I'll finish up everything by friday. My art teacher said if by this friday everyone finishes, she is going to bring us to her private housing estate for a pool party. I bet that would be so cool. But I don't think I would want to go. I don't deserve the good things by my art teacher as I have made her sad &amp;amp; frustrated with me a couple of times. I got to go now. I need to go to madrasah. Today would be the 17th week that I didn't go. So I think I should go. I think, maybe. Yes, No. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for 17 Buses is fun, especially when you are out with her. Jyeahhh, hmmm. :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7877546557995706487?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7877546557995706487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7877546557995706487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7877546557995706487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7877546557995706487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-joke-no-fun.html' title='no joke no fun.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6332882196583539841</id><published>2009-08-01T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:19:34.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghosts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was on that very night, Thursday night, 30th of July, 3 teams were there to discover the wonders of the school &amp;amp; secrets that it holds. The malay boys were gathered at th 3rd floor to do thier prayers.- including me. It was already 7.35pm, &amp;amp; the sky was almost dark. But before we had to start our exploration, we were seperated into groups of 3-4. JunHao, Khid, Roy &amp;amp; I-Hall's Backstage. Hafiz, Harith, Khalis, Faisal &amp;amp; Jymy.- Upper Sec block-HomeEc room. Azzad, Mekayil, Taufiq-Upper sec block toilets. Well, I'm still not certain what ar the groupings. Before the whole Night Ops could commence, Roy, Faisal &amp;amp; I wanted to take vitamin N, so we went to the gallery on the 3rd floor of the school. It was facing directly towards the dark hall. Then when Faisal lighted up the thing, Roy &amp;amp; I heard something weird. We looked at each other &amp;amp; I said not to move &amp;amp; not to be afraid. Then after my turn was Roy's. So when Roy took some of it, we heard footsteps approaching our way. It was already so dark at the gallery. So it couldn't have been either of our friends playing a fool. So Roy sprinted out the gallery, followed by Faisal then me. I was the last person to exit the gallery. When Roy ran out the door, he slipped &amp;amp; fell due to his worned out shoe. When Faisal was running he felt like there was something that touched his legs but it didn't grab him. So the "thingy" grabbed my leg &amp;amp; I tumble to the floor. I was certain that I didn't slip as my shoes were quite new. &amp;amp; I felt the strong grip on my right leg, just above my ankle. The feeling of it was cold. I was so shocked I kept walking in circles trying to deny what I have felt. If only we had that recorded on video. Damnit. But it was still a scary feeling though. My right leg is still having some aches. After that horrifying incident, we all had to still seperate into our groups &amp;amp; go to our respective sites. Once we have reached our destination, we were to commence our mission. Team Khid," ready your equipments, haniz open the door. GO GO GO! " Roy &amp;amp; Khid had thier own camera &amp;amp; flash. My stupid phone won't do any good. It doesn't work. So we entered the schools backstage. Pitch darkness. Only the light of the exit sign could be seen. We walk to the middle of the backstage. Suspicious. There was two chairs outside the girls &amp;amp; guys toilet/dressing room. We wanted to explore inside the toilet. But it was locked. So we waited &amp;amp; kept recording. We never spotted anything. So we walk out to the other side of the backstage. JunHao arrived soon later. Then we just recorded &amp;amp; recorded. But to no avail. There was a room behind the backstage, where equipment was stored. It wasn't locked. But I could have sworn I saw something behind one of the equipment. It was looking at us. But when I wanted to go closer to it, a teacher was spotted. We had to hide &amp;amp; run away. We then run to the stairs of the general office &amp;amp; went down. The other teams haven't arrived yet. My team didn't discover anything. Team Hafiz discovered a figure that walked quickly behind Hafiz. It was recorded in video. But it was noticed by camera man-Harith. Only after the boarded the bus to go home he realised that figure. &amp;amp; the video he recorded was also just a testing video, to test whether the camera was working. Guess what, that video was recorded near the place where I was grabbed. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OOOOOOOOH scary.&lt;/span&gt; Monday will be the next mission, finding out why it pulled my leg, or maybe my leg grabbed on something. So it is all a mystery. But I'm fucking certain that my leg was literally grabbed by something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't mess with ghosts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6332882196583539841?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6332882196583539841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6332882196583539841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6332882196583539841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6332882196583539841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/08/ghosts.html' title='ghosts.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7145852258739042945</id><published>2009-07-26T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:55:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regeret.</title><content type='html'>Damnit, haven't slept for two days already. I should just take sleeping pills right? jyeah. Woah, fuck you. Maybe I shouldn't have heard anything at all. Suck balls, I should learn the archaic notion of people thoughts and to differentiate whats the truth or the lie. Non-certain. Thats the answer. We'll just wait &amp;amp; see. Hatred is slowly building inside of me. I'm not emo okay. Just you watch out. You think that I'm something you can play with? Guess again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Makcik keropok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7145852258739042945?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7145852258739042945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7145852258739042945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7145852258739042945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7145852258739042945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/regeret.html' title='regeret.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6209327551954613377</id><published>2009-07-25T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:56:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocrite.</title><content type='html'>Couldn't fucking study yesterday at night classes. After Khid &amp;amp; I bathed at the school's toilet, we relaxed behind the school's canteen, where we watched the sunset's cloud turning darker &amp;amp; darker, wondering what is going on with life. Had a serious conversation with Khid trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. You are right man, life is never fair. But towards something I never do, now thats fucked up. So then, we went for maghrib. Then we planned to study after that. But I couldn't study. I was still thinking whats going on. Then as I stared into blank space, Dashboy came to me &amp;amp; was about to slap my face. I noticed his hands were moving, so I told him what he wanted. He forced me to study &amp;amp; ask me to put my problems aside. I did what he said &amp;amp; started to study. 5 minutes later, I stared at blank space again. He slapped my arm &amp;amp; forced me to study. He even said,"today I won't study, I will make sure that today you will learn something new, I will sit beside you until its time to go home." I glanced at him &amp;amp; said," &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU GAY UH!?&lt;/span&gt; ". haha. So I started solving simultaneos equations &amp;amp; doing algebra till 8.30+. He sat beside me teaching me how to do maths and stuff. He really helped me forget about my problems &amp;amp; started to study. Thanks man. So it was time to go home. When I reached my elevator, that stupid shit thing came inside my head again. I still can't understand who the fuck told her that. I never told anybody about it! Serious shit. I was so fucking stressed out, I kept punching walls. Nabuey chibai. Haish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khid is glad to know that I have repented. Somethings you have to do to change before it's too late. Night classes have been awesome, but sometimes just plain boring. Its like you're sitting there studying, but in actual fact, you're not. My computer is filled with Trojan viruses. &amp;amp; I only use it 2-3 times a week. My brother may have used it and downloaded some programs unknowingly, &amp;amp; found out that it is a virus. I just don't get why people are so revengeful sometimes. Shouldn't you use the term, forgive and forget. There's a better term perhaps? Forgive OR forget. You should have that type of mindset, &amp;amp; always make your decisions firm &amp;amp; final. What you say goes. Thats my perspective of life. Yesterday, I had mother tongue oral. One of my examiners was the examiner I had last year. The shame inside of me &amp;amp; all I could do was to just smile. At first I was a little studder, but as I got more confidence to talk, the feeling of nervousness just went away. I talked about our culture, the type of language we are using, why people of the country tend to use vulgarities in their everyday conversation &amp;amp; many more life impacting things. It was a well prepared exam for me. I think I can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, help me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6209327551954613377?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6209327551954613377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6209327551954613377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6209327551954613377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6209327551954613377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/hypocrite.html' title='hypocrite.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7618532056990271175</id><published>2009-07-24T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:09:40.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not hapeneing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't tell anyone. Believe me. Why would I? &amp;amp; Who in the hell told you all those crap lies?  Someone is setting me up. But I really don't know. I may have accidentally said something- But I think I didn't. But I could have sworned I told nobody. If you want to believe them,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, I wouldn't bitch you up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7618532056990271175?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7618532056990271175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7618532056990271175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7618532056990271175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7618532056990271175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-hapeneing.html' title='not hapeneing.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6157272434657914821</id><published>2009-07-17T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:35:10.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>na daidswa cdsvpsa mcvdqw</title><content type='html'>17th of the 7th month of 2009. I got caught for skipping class earlier today. The stupid thing is, as I was playing poker at the balcony of the third floor of the school, I suddenly realised that my social studies teacher had saw me earlier on. She caught me just when the bell was about to ring for the end of school. After I greeted my mother tongue teacher, I turned to the door that finally I got away with today. When I tilted my head 180 degrees towards the front door of the classroom, that bitch(SS teacher) was standing there. With that evil grin on her face, I knew that I was gonna get from her. I was brought to the detention room. I told her that I was going to write an essay for her for skipping her class. She declined my offer. That bitch. She told me to prepare myself for monday as I had to go to the mosque so I was let off. I know that shit is going to happen on monday. But what do I care? I you can't handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen. I slacked with Jymy, Chucky, HP, Jagung &amp;amp; Fai Terror after that. Then we had to go to night studies inside of school. Less than an hour, we find ourselves in a need for Vitamin N. Cause', Jagung &amp;amp; Dashboy had already taken thier dosage of Vit.N. We also want some right? We headed for the only remaining stairs that wasn't shut. But Mr.Amrun stopped us, as the upper levels of our school was out of bounds to students. So we had to find alternative ways how to zhou yuen. So we went behind the DNT room where we stumbled across two dickheads about to jump over the fence into the school. Well those two fuckers stopped us from lighting the stick. So we went behind the school to the generator room. Heavenly. So we proceeded to the study area(canteen) to study. Then this female teacher named Mrs. Chew called me out. She said I was stopped smoking behind the DNT room. I was like shocked and i got so furios. The person even told Mrs.Chew my name. I was like, fucked up. The worst thing is, how can he/she only see me when infact, there were two fuckers who climbed the fence into the school &amp;amp; the fact that Faisal was beside me that time? I was so fucking wierded out and fucked up. I was accused of smoking at the DNT room, but I wasn't even having any Vit. N with me at all at that time! I was framed and sabotaged. This person would really hate me. So I asked Mr North(not his real name), cause' the mysterious mother fucker called him. He said he couldn't discuss this matter. After multiple interrogations, he still wouldn't tell who set me up. But Mr.North gave me clues that would lead to the person. After an hour of studying maths and wondering who that mother fucking bitch is, I got to find out that it's either two people, one who really really hates me, and the other who only knew my name. These two people were my main suspects of me being set up. Monday, I will be informed of what happened. I'm already in deep shit of getting expelled. Already given a chance, yet I fuck myself up by skipping classes &amp;amp; doing bullshit in class. I gotta stop. NO!!! I NEED to stop. At least I'm starting to study now... I thought that this day would be my day, as my two lucky and/or favourite numbers are dayed and monthed today. I'm leading a fucked up life- bad luck STILL strikes me. I think its the hangover of the bad luck streak. Saddening. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Relapse.Change.Rethink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6157272434657914821?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6157272434657914821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6157272434657914821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6157272434657914821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6157272434657914821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-daidswa-cdsvpsa-mcvdqw.html' title='na daidswa cdsvpsa mcvdqw'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3764853046889240555</id><published>2009-07-11T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:14:39.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words of wisdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Relapse. Change. Rethink. Time, god has cursed us with it. Unless we do righteous deeds &amp;amp; have faith. In life we do so many stupid things. But to be in flooded in someone's saliva is so not cool. Happenned to me twice. Once, two years back. Just now, 3.17pm. Yes, I was flooded in Chucky's 'pool'. The grossness. Its so damn horid. Tired. After drawing 4 useless pictures of wood. It's not even completed yet. The colours don't even match. I think that my art this year would get like a B4 or more. Or worst still, fail. I have been thinking alot lately. As I lay down on my bed every night since Thursday, I kept staring blankly at the ceiling. With the pounding music in my ears of songs by Mayday Parade, I kept telling myself, "change". Change for the better. 6 months has passed behing me. Should have listened to my dad &amp;amp; went to NS. There, the MotherEffers would discipline me. Now, I'm still the same old hopeless Abdul Hanis Bin Abdul H****. (Figure out yourselves). 9.57pm. My eyes are starting to turn red as my eyes are in dire need of staring blankly at ceilings. I'm going to bed soon. 3 more minutes of typing. Day by day, night after night. It will just keep getting faster &amp;amp; faster. The "it" in the previous sentence is time. Time eats men. It will just keep eating all of us up. Until we die. Thats when time really stops. So just standby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Knowledge, we have to keep learning as if we are going to live for a thousand more years to bring the knowledge along with us for the upcoming years, &amp;amp; pray as if tomorrow we are going to leave this world and never come back- simply study more, study hard &amp;amp; do good deeds before we die. I want to have a change in life for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3764853046889240555?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3764853046889240555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3764853046889240555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3764853046889240555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3764853046889240555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-of-wisdom.html' title='words of wisdom.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-8628938064772299992</id><published>2009-07-11T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:53:35.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad luck strucks again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It just so happens, that my luck didn't change. It remained that way. I need to get good luck charms or stuff. Because since monday till today, bad things keep happening over and over and over again. Yesterday, I fell off a seat. Well, Faisal was just fooling around disturbing me. I know his intentions was to bring me to the floor. But as I was heading to the floor, my fcuking knee got stuck in between the seat and the table. I felt that my knee was going to break. But I managed to let loose of the trapped knee. Ouch, the antagonising pain! It's so excrutiating that I moaned in pain. I couldn't even move myself, but I rolled and rolled over the floor shouting FUCK FUCK FUCK KEPALA BUTO! PUKIWAK! Yeah, vulgar. Like it help that much. Roy and Faisal could still say don't move but didn't even bother to pick me up! ASSHOLES! But then, Faisal pulled my up. I was walking like a tempang bastard. But now I'm healed. My mum put some minyak-I-don't-know-what. She say by the next morning it would be okay. So my knee is okay now. I can't drop art mother fucker! Can't combine certs. So I have like 2 more weeks to finish my canvas and the 5 boards &amp;amp; I'm still sitting here &amp;amp; blogging! I better start doing something. I hope that this bad luck streak would just end. It's been 5 days already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Please god, stop my misery! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-8628938064772299992?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8628938064772299992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=8628938064772299992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8628938064772299992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8628938064772299992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-luck-strucks-again.html' title='bad luck strucks again.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-1209003483563286464</id><published>2009-07-07T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:56:46.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGIAN OIADF IOPF)IE I!</title><content type='html'>ISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! SERIOUS FUCKINGLY!!! SON OF A BITCHINGLY BAD MOTHER FUCKING LUCK!! I DIDNT BREAK ANY GLASS, DIDNT WALK PASS A CAT!! WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING FUCK DID I DO TO THE WORLD?!?!? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE ALL OF THIS?! WHY AM I BAD LUCK STRUCKED!??!?!?! WHAT THE HELL!&gt;!? I FEEL LIKE KILLING MYSELF SIA! STUPID STUPID STUPID MOTHER FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK BAD LUCK! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY SHIT! PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED OFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more fooling around in life. Curse the one who cursed me. But if its god, I take back my curses. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; cb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-1209003483563286464?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1209003483563286464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=1209003483563286464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1209003483563286464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1209003483563286464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/agian-oiadf-iopfie-i.html' title='AGIAN OIADF IOPF)IE I!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7283900391562536462</id><published>2009-07-06T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:57:37.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shithappens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Curse the one who made my day like this. But I tell you, it was a load of experience for me. I made a promise to Jukka, Jarno &amp;amp; Hp that one day I would come to Kallang. Today I did. Happiest moment in my life. Well, it was the 1st. I was proud that I found the way to Jarno's house as he said that 1st timers coming there would lose thier way.&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY SIAL!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chey. So in the morn, before even meeting Jarno &amp;amp; Jukka, I met up with Hp, Jagung &amp;amp; Chucky. Then we slacked at the infamous 752 where AGAIN we see the weird man with the boxers &amp;amp; polo tee. Dumb cock. Then we slacked there from like 8 till 9. Then Chucky had to go to school. So Hp &amp;amp; Jagung accompanied him to school. I went home. Then as I sat down to think of what to do... I immediately got changed and went out. Telling the dudes I'm meeting them at Kallang. Shocked and amazed I came, alone. After I reached block 19, I slacked with the other Wonderboys outside Jarno's house. Then we got bored, so we went to the roof of a carpark to slack. It suddenly rained. If only it hadn't rain, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So we went to look for shelter, but we had to climb on top of it. I was so eager to climb the metallic holed fence. I gripped through the holes and pull myself up. But due to the wet weather, I slipped but I didn't fall, just tripped. So as I climb again, I slipped again. So I had to change strategy. I streched my legs to another side of the fence and pulled myself up. But as I pull myself up, I overstretched my legs therefore, a loud sound was heard. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!"&lt;/span&gt; Nabuey chey bye. Bad luck episode 1 happened. :( Then, we had to find something to cover up the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHITHAPPENNED.&lt;/span&gt; So Jarno, Jukka &amp;amp; me went in search of the metalic sharp object with the assistance of the dark coloured thread. It was hell of a search. Shop after shop after shop. But to no avail. Then we went to the end of this row of shops and there it was. Lucky. Well, let's just see. Then as we were walking, my barbell fell went directly to the drain. Bad luck episode 2. :( Then we went back up to the roof of the carpark to sit &amp;amp; Jarno helped me regain confidence to move in life. :) Then we slacked &amp;amp; slacked till its time to go. Actually I had to cancel my plans with Ruins. But then, she got fucked up when I said I cancelled to meet her. But I felt bad so I called her back to meet. So I made my way to Ang Mo Kio. Went to the standard place to slack. Waited so long, and finally she arrived. Nevermind. I don't mind. As I waited, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;SHIT HAPPENED&lt;/span&gt; again. The help that Jarno did for my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;SHITHAPPENESS&lt;/span&gt; didn't last long. It got wide opened, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLEY SHIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Episode 3. :( But just slacked with Ruins till about 7p.m. Which was so embarrasing. Regreted meeting her. But it was fun still. &amp;amp; when we were slacking, she like told me that she said i hope shit happens to me tomorrow so I cant meet her today. But she didn't mean it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;BUT IT REALLY HAPPENED. SHITSHITSHITHAPPENHAPPENHAPPEN!&lt;/span&gt; It was 7pm already, so I had to go. Then when I reached Yishun as I was reaching my house... I realised that I left my keys behind. At Ang Mo Kio. So called Ruins to return to the spot just now to search for it. It wasn't there. :( Episode 4. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIT&lt;/span&gt; keeps happening. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;CURSE YOU RUINS! RUIN MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt; haha. But thanks. I got a new cap. Thanks to Jarno. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BUT I SHOULD HAVE JUST STAYED AT HOME, &amp;amp; MEET RUINS IN THE AFTERNOON SO THAT ALL THIS SHIT WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED!&lt;/span&gt; Well, NO JOKE NO FUN! My life is a fucking big joke. I think I should kill myself. I'm a dumbnut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I want to sleep now and pretend that today never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7283900391562536462?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7283900391562536462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7283900391562536462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7283900391562536462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7283900391562536462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahahahahahahdu-fsi-hawef-dnfoi-m.html' title='shithappens.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-805845792702386900</id><published>2009-07-05T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:03:55.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupidity.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there lived this dude called Hanz. He went to meet Abu's son. Hanz didn't want to go to his every-sunday-classes. So Abu's son, lets name him Chuck, met Hanz at about 11a.m in the morn. He said, the only reason he came to meet Hanz was to get his hair done. Hanz gave him a good place to cut, where Hanz also cut his hair, Chong Pang. But, Hanz was to lazy to move his bottoms off the chair. So he insisted for Chuck to go to a nearby barber to have his haircut. Goodness gracious! The price was so expensive that it was discounted by $1. Actual price for the haircut is actually 900cents. So expensive. At Chong Pang its only five bucks only. Rip-off. But it was worth it, the haircut was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: Layered ey cik.&lt;br /&gt;Barber: Okay boy, bagus.&lt;br /&gt;Hanz: Takmo slope taw pakcik.&lt;br /&gt;Barber: Dah layered tu dah mestix2 takde slope lah.&lt;br /&gt;Hanz: Chey, paisey.&lt;br /&gt;Barber: Kaw pikir pakcik nie bodoh?&lt;br /&gt;Hanz: Chey, paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;Barber: CHEY!! Kite semuer kawanx2, boleh bebual punye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fcuking barber was like acting cute on them. Hanz feels like giving his fist to the barber's face. A knuckle sandwhich. Then they searched for a place to sit and chit-chat. Yeah, a place to hang. Just two gay-fucks hanging out with each other. They founded a spot at el-752. Where they will meet this weird man, wearing boxers and a polo tee. With his unique way of waking, he searched his pocket desperately. To the sight of a rolled leaf of some sort, he also took out a device that functions in way it will burn through the air, due to oxygen and the gasoline in that device- the 'lighter'. Amazing things the human makes. He 'lights' up the leaf thingy. He does this kind of proud face when he sucks on that leafy stick.- also known as a ciggerette. Chuck &amp;amp; Hanz was always looking at this peculiar old man. But, they didn't know whether he had any children.. NO! He has a son. Well, thats what people says. Don't know if it's true. People. Chuck &amp;amp; Hanz sat on seats with holes. The uncomfortableness was abolished as whats on thier minds was to irritate peopl by calling them and yell at the top of thier voices... " DIAM AHHHHHHHHH!" That was so cool. One day they shall make a challenge on who can scream and yell at the most. They sat down and kept chatting about life, chicks &amp;amp; chicks &amp;amp; chicks &amp;amp; Emily &amp;amp; chicks &amp;amp; chicks &amp;amp; sex. What a fun topic for them. There is an end to all fun and laughter. Chuck had to go home. So Hanz sent him to not far away from Hanz's block and left him astray. Chuck had to go home alone. HAHA, dumbass. So till next time those two gay-shitheads/dicks meet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can fcuk the babysitter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-805845792702386900?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/805845792702386900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=805845792702386900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/805845792702386900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/805845792702386900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/stupidity.html' title='stupidity.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5013617330091879960</id><published>2009-07-04T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:53:13.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gerek....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I shouldn't have chosen this path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5013617330091879960?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5013617330091879960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5013617330091879960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5013617330091879960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5013617330091879960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/gerek.html' title='gerek....'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3309889026159619951</id><published>2009-07-04T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:54:40.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we have dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Eyes watery at the sight of the monitor screen. I have been sitting here for an hour, thinking of what to write. Nothing but negativeness lingering in my mind. Life's changing and changing. I still haven't fcuking study yet. I don't know what to set my targets and goals as. Fahim changed my mindset. It's really complicated. I don't know. Everyone is right, I'm wrong. That's true. Not trying to jack anybody up. But it's the fcuking truth. I'm seriously a jerk-off &amp;amp; a dick. You know,"kepala buto"- yeah, thats me. Cb uh, cannot go home late anymore. FatherFucker. Chey-chey-kurangajar-kurangajar. *(Oh to people who can't read my blog due to size in text, I'm sorry. I will mend the problem soon.) 1 hour and 47 minutes passed. Only this much I wrote. The cushion on my chair is hot. My hair is messed. I bet if I look in the mirror, my eyes will be baggy. Yawns after yawns have passed. Sleepy. Im tired. Tired of changing decisions. Once the mind is set, its set for life. Life, talk about it. It's never ending. 9.57pm. Still, this is the shit I could come up with. Those wings, I want them too. The ability to fly. That only could happen in dreams. I wish that the dreams I have could be a reality. But dreams are bullshit. You know it ain't never going to happen. Boring Saturday. Usually, Saturdays are spent outside with family or friends. I'm stuck at home. But atleast mum is here to acompany me. But she is mindlessly watching the television. Giggling and laughing, if only she knew about my useless life. Sometimes she gives up on me. But she was always there when dad didn't support me. But dad was there when mum didn't support me. Vice versa. Now I'm multi-tasking, watching Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Sorcerer's Stone. Seems that sulking and sadness just faded away to happiness and joy. People. I don't know them sometime. 10.17pm. Usually I could write like alot of shit in just 30 minutes. Two hours plus have passed. Only this? I have to continue writing. Let me be gay for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354616105260147698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/Sk9q-k6d4_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/K3Iu1poSneE/s200/Me+and+jun..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my gay-buddy, Jun Hao. Also known as swineboy/porkboy/babi-anything to do with pigs. Haha. Well he's not always gay. He's just misunderstood. Lol, he could sometimes be a dick. But most of the times, he's patient and relaxed. We have never fought at all in my lifetime I know him. Just a stupid misunderstanding, thats all. But we fight about chicks and dicks and hair everywhere and anywhere. Just look at his hair. Gay banks. That was during the June intensives when I took this picture. His hair is definetely better than mine. Hah. I have always shared my problems about life, chicks, dicks &amp;amp; sex. He's joker at times. But serious in advices. I kinda neglect him as a friend sometimes, but now I'm regreting. He's always been there for me. Well, not that I haven't been for him. Haha, he's a very very good friend. So far this year, he has consoled me the most in my darkest and useless moments in life. I really hope in the future I can count on him about anything. *Oh by the way Jun Hao, I will never quit sucking on sticks that harm my lungs. I'm sorry dude. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about him. People might I'm gay. I'M NOT OKAY! 11.07p.m, Do you think that this is long enough? Or does it need to be longer? I'm trying my best to blog as much as my eyelids could carry the sleepiness. But I think, this is as far as I can go. I think it's quite long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, all will soon be forgotten. New ones will come. I'm certain of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3309889026159619951?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3309889026159619951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3309889026159619951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3309889026159619951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3309889026159619951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-have-dreams.html' title='we have dreams.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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/_5MPwh0RgK8c/Sk9q-k6d4_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/K3Iu1poSneE/s72-c/Me+and+jun..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575929958862256218.post-6807635756902293044</id><published>2009-07-03T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:49:51.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumbness killed the cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slack slack slack slack slack slack slack. That's all I can do. Dropped art by the way. Planning to go ITE next year if I get like 15-19 points for EMB3. But I'll be taking higher nitec. But if I get like high points I will be going to secondary 5. If I fail, NS sign on as police, whatever. I don't care anymore. Cause I know, as long as you work under the government... Your damn life will be stable. Jokes, riddles, drawings, smokes, crap &amp;amp; drinks. Thats what you get from lepaking. That's all. Fun? You decide. I have been going home late on school days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Roy: Standard lah, keluar dengan siape? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hanz: Dengan si dengs tu.. Macam tak tahu gitu, limit2 ... Nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emylia still owes me something. Babi. Hah. Faisal has been a great friend so far. Only he shocked me up from my dreams about you-know-what when he messaged me in 1.37a.m. Just to tell me Singapore sucks at the Asian Youth Games. I DON'T CARE FAISAL!!! Couldn't sleep till two plus. IT WAS A FUCKING SCHOOL NIGHT NIGGER!! Hah. Izzuan lagi standard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hanz: Kaw gi mane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wan: BB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hanz: Standard ah kaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wan: Ape siak maksud, ish... Astargfirrullah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hanz: Takmo nak step Astargfirrullah ngan aku lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wan: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Konek siak perangai. Tak habis2. Standard lah Izzuan. BB means Bukit Batok by the way. Dickhead. It would always be the five dicks and the chick there. Roy, Faisal, Izzuan, Syafiq, Myra(the chick) &amp;amp; me. So far it's been all fun and games. Till shit happens. But they were the ones who were there for him. Plus Emy too. But life is like that. SHIT HAPPENS. What to do? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just chill and relax bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I feel pointless for you. She has said what is to be said. You have to really do something. Or you should have just waited a little bit more longer. I don't know. All good things must come to an end. But why like this? I feel so dumbstrucked and uncertain. I feel so stupid and brainless+retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid. Why? Whats wrong with the world? One after another. I hope it doesn't add on. There's nobody to be blamed. No one is at fault. But I don't know whats the real story behind all these craps. I really don't want to believe that all of this shit happened. I really hope it's a dream or wakanababe or punk'd. Really. I really really hope Ashton Kutcher would just come infront of me and say,"you just got punk'd dude." I swear I will be the most happiest guy on earth. But I know that Ashton Kutcher will never come. Am I a big fuck celebrity that he would come down to jack me up? No, I don't fucking think so. But its not my life. It's thiers... I'm just a person trying my hardest to get things back from fucked up to fucked down. I may not always be in these kinds of situations, cause once it's over, it's over for me. &amp;amp; I know it will never come back. Cause I'm a dick. A dumb dick. Ask Syafiq, he would know. 4-5-6 times. I don't know. Girls will be girls. Sex will be sex. Dicks will be dicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Move on bra, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6807635756902293044?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6807635756902293044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6807635756902293044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6807635756902293044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6807635756902293044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/07/dumbness-killed-cat.html' title='dumbness killed the cat.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-2792856444448826839</id><published>2009-06-28T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:58:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDESONS!!</title><content type='html'>This past few days before school starts have been the most awesomest. Seriously. Old friends come back. Like way way past beyond time friends. 10 years of friendship, he's back. No not Alai, he will always be here. But this dude is Syak Trash Jarno Dudeson. We were friends since primary school. He's still the dick I know 10 years back. The same Syak. HAHA. So its confirmed that the band has 5 dicks now. LITERALLY. Our band name is LFD/WONDERBOYS?. Consists of Roy, Eddie, Syak, Seth &amp;amp; Me. We are all genre types. OH AND I DON'T PLAY THE BASS ANYMORE! I play lead/rhythm guitar. Roy plays rhythm/lead guitar. Eddie plays drums-STANDARD. Shah play the microphone. PLAY, PLAY AH PLAY!! haha. SYAK BASS DOK!! He's taking over me. :( sembarang lah ey!? haha. chey-chey-fake-fake. Cool cool. Alot of things happened. Fun things. Now I bet nothing is gonna stand in our way. Oh &amp;amp; saddening the king of pop passed on. No, he didn't died. He join Elvis Presley. Damn, the lost of the legends. I feel so sad. The press said that they is a vote for the next king of pop. Justin Timberlake is one of them. I don't know. I feel sad still. Got to move on with life. HAHA! Friday went jamming with the band and two other chicks. Myra &amp;amp; Banana. Actually we wanted to watch movie, but ade je lah ni pompuan ni tkde duit. OKAY TAKPER!. :) chey-chey-fake-fake. Chill ey, no joke no fun. But the day turned out fun, but my hair became like sheeeeeet. Its so dicky. Myra said my hair after and before it was trimmed. it feels like my dick hair. Wtf, that is so not true sia. Retarded. But the we slacked till night. Damn it was so fun. Then yesterday again slacked but no chicks. Just the four us but without Roy. :( Nvrmind. Had a session till 11 sia! Gerek. I will post more about the both days. Now I have to meet Syafiq in awhile to slack again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you're old, you don't want to think about the things you didn't do. Instead you want to think of all the things you DID do!... Which basically means: laugh you ass off and don't worry about tomorrow! Life is too short to be afraid, or to be bored!- Jukka, Jarppi, Jarno &amp;amp; HP [Dudesons Motto].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-2792856444448826839?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2792856444448826839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=2792856444448826839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2792856444448826839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2792856444448826839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/dudesons.html' title='DUDESONS!!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4976635698452803390</id><published>2009-06-25T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:37:48.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dearaesats !</title><content type='html'>Today I slacked with dearest cousin of mine, FeeFREAK'!! haha. Irritating sia! Mintak blanje ANANANANANANANANANANANANAS pun tk bleh. But before that, I met Faisal &amp;amp; Roy 1st. Slacked with beer and ice. Then Faisal had to meet Hamid at SSC to get money to buy mints. Not only that, he also bought this cream topping for ice cream. Had fun with it for a while. I shaked it and it was like cum coming out from the top and spilled a little of the "cum" on Fai, Roy &amp;amp; Fee. HAHA! Don't think differently. :) Then slacked for awhile. Then me and Faisal left for Yishun to get mints because I didn't managed to buy it from the shop at Sembawang. BITCHES! LOL! Roy left with Feeeeeee and they went home together while me and Faisal left to Yishun. Then bought the minty mints, then slacked AGAIN at 754. Talked about Meet The Spartans movie all the way!! I haven't even watch that movie!! But fun. Faisal is a great person to talk to about crap and shit and nonscence. DICKS! haha. I'm watching Rugrats in Paris, and other movies. Roy gave me alot of new movie sites! &lt;a href="http://www.killerjo.net/"&gt;www.killerjo.net&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.keezmovies.com/"&gt;www.keezmovies.com&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.momomesh.com/"&gt;www.momomesh.com&lt;/a&gt; I think I'm going to watch Drag Me To Hell next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4976635698452803390?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4976635698452803390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4976635698452803390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4976635698452803390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4976635698452803390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/dearaesats.html' title='dearaesats !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3463535042897541355</id><published>2009-06-25T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:02:39.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit achax  afsds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damnit! I really want to fcuking top up my prepaid but I can't! My mother doesn't want to give me money to top up. By the way, she already knew that I spent $384 dollars from my bank savings. Seriously, that was the most stupidest thing I could have ever done in my life. Now I'm broke. Dumbfcuk. Should have kept some. So spendthrift. I can't even remember half of what I bought with that money. The other half would most probably being spent on ciggarettes and crap crap crap. Thats all the fcuk I know. I feel so dickish towards my mother. I am damn prodigal towards money, everyone knows me. If I have alot, I share. If I have none, I expect some in return. HAHA, UNGKET LAH SEY! WOAH!! Four days of staying at home has been super duper great/boring! So far this week, I've met up with only 3 guys. Khid KnoxNorth, Alai &amp;amp; Rashid. Rashid was from my primary school also! SMALL WORLD AGAIN! He said he never saw me in Jiemin. Neither did I! HAHA. Singapore, its so small. Just like Hawaii. It's been raining lately. The weather is like so cold. At least its better than the normal hot sunny days. Now its chiller and cooler. HAHA. Easier to sleep. Speaking about sleep. I think I'm going to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PEACE! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3463535042897541355?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3463535042897541355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3463535042897541355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3463535042897541355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3463535042897541355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/shit-achax-afsds.html' title='shit achax  afsds'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6568621879250730498</id><published>2009-06-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:03:24.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daie anfka df eaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I want the old times back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6568621879250730498?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6568621879250730498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6568621879250730498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6568621879250730498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6568621879250730498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/daie-anfka-df-eaf.html' title='daie anfka df eaf'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-2264806192443786150</id><published>2009-06-23T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:47:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMNIT SIAK!! !I IOSD ASODFJAEWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super-Duper-Mega GOD DAMNIT PISSED!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My mum watched Transformers Two! Omg! My head feels like bursting! I feel like killing her! Chey-chey-fake-fake. Received a phone call at 7.15++, "Haniz, tell your dad I'll be going home late." Mum said. No reason, no explanation. POOOOOF! When she reached home, she brought with her a packet of huge paperbag filled with tons of popcorn. Not just that, it was also prepared with a side drink of coke. Then the 1st thing that comes to your mind is the cinemas. So I asked my mum where she went and she said,"Oh, I went to watch Transformers 2 with my friends at work." WOW! I was so pissed off I even run around the house screaming! Angry &amp;amp; dissappointed, I can't do anything but to just whine whine and whine. CB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm out to entertain Roy's reverse phschology&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/2575929958862256218-2264806192443786150?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2264806192443786150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=2264806192443786150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2264806192443786150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2264806192443786150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/damnit-siak-i-iosd-asodfjaewn.html' title='DAMNIT SIAK!! !I IOSD ASODFJAEWN'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-8633248375214714148</id><published>2009-06-23T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:20:06.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHHHH! !!!!</title><content type='html'>8.17p.m,&lt;br /&gt;My hormones secreted by the adrenal medulla upon stimulation by the central nervous system in response to abhormal gamplaying which causes me to have an increase heart rate, blood pressure, cardiac output, and carbohydrate metabolism. Brain damage due to extreme tension in the presence of the moniter screen that contrasts alot of light and ear deafening sounds. I think I should refrain myself from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye, I will be back soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-8633248375214714148?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8633248375214714148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=8633248375214714148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8633248375214714148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8633248375214714148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/arghhhhhh.html' title='ARGHHHHHH! !!!!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-9177147381769291147</id><published>2009-06-23T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:05:23.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO!</title><content type='html'>Christiano Ronaldo &amp;amp; Carlos Tevez is out from Manchester United. I think I am going to support other clubs. Like what the fuck! So what if the offer is good!? If you lose a good player, you will lose the cup sia! WTF ! FUCKING PISSED OFF MAN U! &lt;em&gt;nabeuychowchibaipukimakkawkepalabutonaisuntichibaisuckfuck!!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-9177147381769291147?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/9177147381769291147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=9177147381769291147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/9177147381769291147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/9177147381769291147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/lmao.html' title='LMAO!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4654157257376214277</id><published>2009-06-23T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:26:47.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im irritating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My MSN is spoilt! It wont stop nudging people. HAHA, so far only Alai caught the nudge virus. HAHA. Boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4654157257376214277?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4654157257376214277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4654157257376214277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4654157257376214277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4654157257376214277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-irritating.html' title='im irritating.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5220806469121195598</id><published>2009-06-22T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:26:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>amadipadipajeangraywhalewhale.</title><content type='html'>Morn, 8.17a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Roy said that he wanted me to accompany him to school later to give mrs.lee her DNT crap work. Maybe I would follow, maybe not. The paranoid state has been removed from my mind. I'm feeling better now. Stupid pills. They were supposed to cure me. Not make me feel different. HAHA. Waiting for bibik to masak ku peh breakfast. Then ku makan lah gee. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!JEANGRABAAAAAAAAAAAAWHALEWHALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (; I miss Faisal and the way he screams the amadipadipajeangray(graba)whalewhale mantra. COOL PERH!! Mendaks lah joy. Bo bey chow sia! Ah kesiao ah ey. Ho wa ji kay ungki esai bo!? Lanchowey uh. Sundrem, Baloooo, Fernando Torres, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DHALSHIM?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Chubeng. Squirtward. Sponge&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O.B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;battery operated ... WTF?! I think I still am paranoid. Dementia preacox! FUCK YOU! Mother the fuckerer! Oh my breakfast is ready. That's it. Time to digest crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5220806469121195598?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5220806469121195598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5220806469121195598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5220806469121195598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5220806469121195598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/amadipadipajeangraywhalewhale.html' title='amadipadipajeangraywhalewhale.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4763491031634978271</id><published>2009-06-21T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:11:58.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYGOD !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm in a state of paranoid schizophrenia characterised by delusions of grandeur images. ZOMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4763491031634978271?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4763491031634978271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4763491031634978271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4763491031634978271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4763491031634978271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmygod.html' title='OHMYGOD !!!!!!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-8714526823362080353</id><published>2009-06-21T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:34:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mendsaksad s !</title><content type='html'>7.17p.m. Just finished playing combat arms. As usual, boring! Waiting for dinner. Haven't eaten since noon. Just now slacked with Adeey. GOD DAMN HE HAS A NEW HAIRCUT! haha. Yesterday when I slacked with Syafiq, a cop car just passed by as I was puffing away. They didn't stop. I felt so "bangge" sia! The cops think I'm 18 or something, I dont know. Today also the same. One SI cop car stop behind me and Adeey, but we never got screened or crap. And yah, we were smoking when they were there. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KESIOW NAMPAK!&lt;/span&gt; Adeey's new haircut like those back in the days of secondary school. Only he has a longer tail. And I mean like super-duper long. You guys should check him out. I think that there might be a new edition to the band LFD. I think. But it's not my decision. It was Shah's idea. Still need to confirm with lead-guitarist Roy who is happily celebrating his birthday fishing at I don't know where. HAHA! I think I should like fucking start to study! I've been saying to myself to study, but I haven't been studying! Mother the Fucker fucking fucker fuck fuck fook! Got to go now. Will be back soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-8714526823362080353?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8714526823362080353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=8714526823362080353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8714526823362080353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8714526823362080353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/mendsaksad-s.html' title='mendsaksad s !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-1404703557098657552</id><published>2009-06-21T10:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:16:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beahhweah safs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10.00a.m in the morning. Time for some combat arms, after breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohhh. Almost forgot, happy birthday anak RusRosLanNah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-1404703557098657552?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1404703557098657552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=1404703557098657552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1404703557098657552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1404703557098657552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/beahhweah-safs.html' title='beahhweah safs'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5659788260268801855</id><published>2009-06-20T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:43:04.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderwall..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combat Arms is getting suckish. I feel bored everytime I play that game nowadays. My life is back to the olden days of secondary four, where I used to blog. I had alot of spare time back then. I didn't use it to study. It's the same now too. But wait, I still am in secondary four. The bordem at home. Seriously, damn boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORED!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tommorrow, I seriously don't know what to do. I hope it will be the weekdays, so that my life wouldn't be as boring as this. Haha! Weekdays are fun. Friends will entertain each other when the sun is up, but when it's dawn, our family entertain us next. BWAHAHA. So nothing else to type. Just that, I'm downloading The Fire Restart songs. Yeah, quite nice thier band peh songs. The best is A Secret Worth Keeping, that song is nice. GO DOWNLOAD GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kay2 Goodnight Peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5659788260268801855?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5659788260268801855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5659788260268801855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5659788260268801855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5659788260268801855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonderwall.html' title='wonderwall..'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5302279853948509090</id><published>2009-06-20T09:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:59:45.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want nobody nobody but you !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwfUaMT3Z7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwfUaMT3Z7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People all over the world are going crazy for this song, even in Singapore. These people are damn crazy about WonderGirls &amp;amp; if you don't stop Roy you'll become like them. KEMARUK!! Roy Roy. "I want nobody nobody but you!" Roy that bloody dick go introduce me this song. Now it's stuck in head like forever. The music video is damn hilarious! LOL! "I want nobody nobody but you!" BWAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy, I told you not to open your presents yesterday. You damn dick. Now they know that I bought you a cheap piece of cookie. But the wrapping of the gift was nice sia! You know how long I took to wrap the gift? &amp;amp; my mum bought the wrapping paper so just she could wrap the present for you. I mean I could wrap the present for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morn Till Afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;I met up with myra to take the train to meet the rest at Sembawang. That person already live so near to the MRT but she came the last. That person is ANNA BANANANA. But she came late was for a reason, to buy Roy's winx club cake. "NOT MY IDEA." -sacartic hand quotes. But the cake was nice. It was chocalatey and creamy. Then when everyone was ready, we took the train to proceed to destination Sentosa. But before that we had to get a few drinks and snacks. But the most fucked up thing was, after we got into Cheers to buy something, when we exited the Cheers, the cashier was like,"hey come back here, did you steal some sweets? I saw something suspicious from the camera." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NABUEY CHIBAI&lt;/span&gt;, at that part I asked everybody there whether they had stolen anything. But they all say they didn't. If somebody had stolen something, it would have spoiled the mood already. But sweets would be nice though. HEHE! Then took the Skytrain/Monorail to Sentosa. You know, the Integrated Resort thingy built a rollercoaster so big and nice, that it looks like those in the roller coaster tycoon game. Like the ones in America. Cool PERH!! Can't wait to go there when it opens. I bet it would be so fucking nice. Before we reach, we bought a snack called caramel corn from Diaso. NICE SIAL! Melts in your mouth. Then we went to Pahlawan Beach but our favourite and always-we-go-to-sit-spot was taken.): But nevermind. We went to the spot where Fitriah's birthday was held the other time. Then we set up the cake and crap while Roy &amp;amp; Faisal went to air "pantai", like what Anna said, to soak themselves up with the seawater. Then Roy was called out to go to the pondok behind the trees and all. His eyes were covered. Then 1,2,3... happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you blah blah blah, you know the song. He blew the candles and made a wish. Then after half the cake was given out, I requested that we sing another birthday song for Faisal, as he had always wanted to get his birthday celebration at the Sentosa beach. Then we placed one big candle for Faisal to blow, made a wish, and then we ate the cake. Pictures and videos of the event will be uploaded soon. Then after makan what? ISA.. Go to the beach to have a splashing time lah! Fun fun fun fun fun fun under the fucking hot sun sun sun sun sun sun! All eight of us, Myra, Anna, Ashhy, Roy, Emy, Faisal, Me &amp;amp; last but not least, Mira. God damnit I tell you this Mira. She was fucking irritating yesterday. Then me &amp;amp; Faisal disturb her back, she grew MORE noiser. She was so stubborn that she don't want to get into the water with us. So we deviced up a plan. As she was excitingly watching the crabs move, someone had to push her down. The rest will be handled by me. As she was pushed by Roy, she fell inwards towards the ocean. Then I grabbed Mira by her legs &amp;amp; and Emy carried her by her hands. We threw Mira into the water. Her face was so sad. And she was so pissed! HAHA. Retribution. But then we laughed and giggle and played the SIZero game, inside the water! Fun dok, but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, Mira had to spoil the fun. She said that when we pulled her into the water, her phone was with her. So we panicked &amp;amp; I was like KECOH! Then all of us exited the water to search for her phone. Then Mira ran back to the water &amp;amp; said this,"I didn't lose my phone, it was in Anna's bag all along." Then she gives us this face saying that we have been fooled by her. We all ran back to the water and splashed her face with the water. ISH!! serious sia! Damn fucking geram with Mira. But it was a load of laughs. I think if Mira wasn't there yesterday, the would turn out so fun as it would be. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon till night,&lt;br /&gt;Roy &amp;amp; Faisal had exited the water to change up and bathe. They didn't want to swim anymore, afraid they might get sunburnt. Not they I mean. Afraid that Roy might get sunburnt. But the other six of us stayed. Then Across the bridge I saw this peculiar boy, which looks my friend. Then it was Emy's BF, Syafiq Bin Abu Bakheri! He joined us to swim in the water. So we played like piggy back fight and wrestling and I don't know, games that people play in the water. HAHA! Had alot of fun! Ate sushi. It was so like cheap! You can get like 10 pieces of sushi for $2.50! How cheap could that be!?! &amp;amp; it is nice sushi! But kesian that Myra had to leave the water. She slammed her head on the sea bed. OUCH! She felt dizzy and wanted to faint. But when she heard the word TITTIE, I think her headaches were all gone. HAHA, no. Just kidding. Faisal bought for her something to eat. She felt better. Then she played tittie. Anna caught a crab and she was praised by other people that she was so observant. Then i started to search for crabs and fishes. But to no avail. CB. HAHA. Then after being satisfied of the water, we left the ocean in a sad farewell wondering when we could see it again. ): It was already 6.30pm by the time we were finised bathing and all. Sad that Emy, Ashhy, Y &amp;amp; Mira had to go home. So there was left with just the 5 of us. Made our to Sembawang to slack there for awhile. Damn, we were so tired. But not one of us. She was so strong and full of energy. Even though was told to keep the cards to talk and slack, she continued on playing &amp;amp; playing. Guess who? It's Shitty Mahirah Bin Muhd Jeling. GOD! Where the fuck does she get the energy from to play tittie over and over and over and over again, despite knowing that she'll lose everytime. HAHA. But now she has a winning streak you know. Roy that dick, opened his present at the dewan and gave it to everybody. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TOLD YOU TO OPEN IT AT HOME RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; It was 10.30p.m. I think its time to go home. Left from dewan and walked straight to the MRT. We started off in the morning at Sembawang, we also end it there. Great day! Took the train home with Myra, then dropped at Yishun. Proceeded home. At home, did the usual things I do before sleep. Then go to sleep lah duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 20th june.&lt;br /&gt;TIRED SIA! MY HANDS ARE ACHING! The bag of my clothes yesterday was so heavy. And Today I blogged so damn slow. I'm tired to blog any further. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want nobody nobody but you!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5302279853948509090?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5302279853948509090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5302279853948509090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5302279853948509090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5302279853948509090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title='i want nobody nobody but you !!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5409300336662138283</id><published>2009-06-18T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:45:41.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doke afr fxa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woah, what a dream! Nice dream. Can't elaborate much. Meet me and I'll tell.  Fuck, I haven't study! Damnit. I'm watching this Japanese cartoon on HBO called Paprika. What a weird title for a horror movie. It's Japanese horror cartoon movie. The scenes abit gross for cartoons. Sick people. HAHA. Oh, speak about Japanese people.. there have been an increasing number of Japanese people converting to Islam. I don't know whether it is a gimmick or just trying to fool people or maybe it is really true. But that would be cool. Imagine Japanese people saying assalamualaikum, "ari-ga-sa-lam-mu-alai-kum-a-ga-to." Pelik sia! But that would be cool though. But just wondering a little, quite a number of Japanese chicks are hot! HAHA. "Yeah I'm so talking about my dream yesterday." -_-, a little sacarstic much. BWAHAHAHA! I think I'm tired to type. &amp;amp; the nicotine is calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Wild Wild WET - fun place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5409300336662138283?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5409300336662138283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5409300336662138283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5409300336662138283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5409300336662138283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/doke-afr-fxa.html' title='doke afr fxa'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-8095700142074378774</id><published>2009-06-17T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:10:29.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>differ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;DUDES !!!!!! I DIFFERED MY NS TILL 2015-2016 ! hahahah ! But I don't know that they will allow my application of differment or not. I HOPE THEY DO. I so want to study. You know I wrote there I want to differ till after I have GRADUATED from UNIVERSITY AT NUS! I said i want a PHD and crap. But it's true. I'm aiming high. I want to bring home at least $8000 a month! AT LEAST! My future will be so bright even when the sun shines I won't mind as I'm shining brighter than the sun. FEEL MY RAYS SUN! FEEL IT! I think after that then I go NS, go inside goyang kaki sia! HAHA. Good life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The question is, will I make it there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Morn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Basically did nothing, NO WAIT!!!. Guess what, I studied. WOAH! SHOCKING RIGHT! I want to go to NUS remember? BWAHAHA! I did this one ASSessment book which was super tough! I practically can't solve the questions. Not all, but some of it. I have never even stumbled upon those maths questions before in my life. It was so hard i had to like wait till school reopens so that mr.THAY can help me with this crap. Nenek gave me 5 bucks to buy new guitar strings. Now i got six strings to strum and make wonderful "noise". BWAHAHA! Now I can sing and play suckishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Late afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Slacked with MyrepRuins. &lt;em&gt;"COOL PE?"&lt;/em&gt; Played tittee, spank-speed-yada-yada-yada. Kinda of fun though. But is starting to get a little boring. &lt;em&gt;(CHEY-CHEY-FAKE-FAKE).&lt;/em&gt; Drank vanilla coke with "ice". Winner, wieeener &amp;amp; whinner. Jokes, laughter &amp;amp; giggles. Ohhh, &amp;amp; I bought something for someone. But I think its kinda gay. But He'll find out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;blogged, NS-differment. Now, going to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;May I meet &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nikki Benz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;GoodNights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-8095700142074378774?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8095700142074378774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=8095700142074378774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8095700142074378774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8095700142074378774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/differ.html' title='differ.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6646668094908101894</id><published>2009-06-16T23:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:38:11.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34 eqf eafds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The effulgence of her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The act of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a peculiar change or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which expresses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mirth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;approbation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;11.17p.m, &amp;amp; you thought I was asleep&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; I was bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once again, goodnight pricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6646668094908101894?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6646668094908101894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6646668094908101894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6646668094908101894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6646668094908101894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/34-eqf-eafds.html' title='34 eqf eafds'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7920313288036919631</id><published>2009-06-16T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:19:04.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy day to Syafiq Abu Bin P***** Bin Bakar. Finally moved on. No more coming to me for words of wisdom. You have a "WALKING DICTIONARY" with you dude. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goodnight wonderful people.(I'm not gay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;11.11p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7920313288036919631?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7920313288036919631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7920313288036919631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7920313288036919631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7920313288036919631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-day-to-syafiq-abu-bin-p-bin-bakar.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-2209668349927008837</id><published>2009-06-16T19:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:24:29.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No way I&apos;m putting a tagboard. Msn me if you wanna talk.'/><title type='text'>slacker.</title><content type='html'>7.17pm, I slacked with two of my good friends. RoyGB &amp;amp; AnnaBANANANANANANABLAHx3. Well, i thought it will be boring as whenever I slacked with them, it will be the most boring thing I could ever do. But today just the 3 of us is quite fine. We practice &amp;amp; practice our teachers day song &amp;amp; recorded it so we'll know how we sound like. Roy's voice sounded excactly identical like mine. Gays! HAHA. But my voice sounds like sh*t too. LOL. Miserable at best is the 1st choice of song for teachers day. It's a done deal, confirmx2 we will sing that song. I thought of a plan that roy should play the piano and sing. But that will be tough due to the time constrain and N levels. We need to study &amp;amp; go to secondary 5. Yeah. I want to put photos more often. But don't think I'm gay. IM NOT GAY!! IM NOT GAY!!!! This picture was like taken back at "bawah block hasroy"(BBA). Kind of fierce ey? This is the "zaman"x2 single mingle. The gerek times we had when there was no chick but just dicks.(NOT GAY)- just an expression. I wish I could just take it all back. hhahahaha ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347895760797715170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SjeK3C4qSuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9zIDy8F6Om0/s320/dickies..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was using an old Sony Ericsson phone which was quite good that time, that was 3 years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up till here then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-2209668349927008837?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2209668349927008837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=2209668349927008837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2209668349927008837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/2209668349927008837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/slacker.html' title='slacker.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SjeK3C4qSuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9zIDy8F6Om0/s72-c/dickies..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575929958862256218.post-5878516165200593526</id><published>2009-06-16T09:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:22:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.52...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Life's a bore. I have been infront of the computer playing combat arms, killing Saddam Husseins troops. The life of an engrossed gamer, keeps playing the same old game. Killing different people, so that they can buck up on thier skills on how to kill others. So that when the next round of new players come, they already know what to do. They have to study thier environmental map. The spots and places where they can camp, but they know they will get kill soon. So they have to move, "GO GO GO!". They yell words like," Oh sh*t, I don't wanna die!" or "Fall back!". Don't you find that these gamers lifeless? Well, their life is about the character they are playing in the game. Its a joy to them. Some don't even go to school, just so they can become a gamer. They don't go to school why?, because it's the holidays. Pfffft. Usually, holidays are a meant to spend time outside the house with other people, usually friends. I'm talking about the school holidays. 30 days of not waking up in the morning to rush to the bus stop orelse we'll be late for school &amp;amp; the detention will open it's doors to us. Nobody wants to go in there. That's why the government made school holidays, so we can reduce our "stress level" in studying. The holidays aren't meant to be sitting at home watching the computer screen &amp;amp; vice versa. They should be spend outside. It's a bright and sunny morning now. You can practically smell the fresh air from up my house on the sixth floor, but with a little mixture of carbon monoxide and ciggarette smell. Smokers, ruining the environment by smoking.. Sheeeeesh... :) haha. I'm tired of sitting down here. But no one has called me yet except Roy, as usual. I got no plans to go anywhere. People are still asleep I think. Roy said that he wanted to meet me. But i have to go all the way to Marsiling. Then he'll be like, "kiwak, kaw gi AMK bleh, datang bawah blok aku(BBA) pun tak bleh?!", I will be like,"SIAL! AMK lagi dekat dari Marsiling, ade 3 bus gi AMK ngan dalam 15 minete dah sampai, kalau Marsiling kene naik 856, sikit peh lame trip nye!". It's all so true. The trip to Marsiling by bus is like damn long. Another resort is to take the train, which i don't have ezlink card. :( If I topped up, I'd say the trip by train is much more faster, for both going to AMK and Marsiling. But now I have no ezlink card money.. I don't know how uh!! I'll find alternative ways. I'm still at home right. So why not waste time by blogging. Silverstien's new album, A Shipwreck in the Sand, is also quite nice. Go download whosoever is reading this. They're still the same Silverstien from last time. The voices and music genre type, the way they play their music.. Its still the same them. Currently listening to thier song Born Dead. Damn SHYIOK LAH SEY !! hahaha. I think they trying to promote world peace and anti-pollution and all those environmental things. It's a good thing though. It's for a good cost making this album to promote a good earth. But now I'm in love with the song Miserable at Best. Roy and me planned to play this song for teachers day. I'd bet it would be cool. But the lyrics abit like sad.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight. (I know he's there and) You're probably hanging out and making eyes. (while across the room, he stares) I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance, and she'll say yes. Because these words were never easier for me to say Or her to second guess, But I guess.. That I can live without you but, Without you I'll be miserable at best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;]-Chorus.&lt;br /&gt;You think the teachers would like that? haha. I think they would cry buckets. But teachers day seriously is something special to me. It's the only time i can perform on stage without stage fright. If I perform again this year, it'll be my third!! I want to make a world record for number of perfomances. CHEY-CHEY-FAKE-FAKE!. But I seriously hope that this year I can perform again, so that next year when I go to secondary 5, ITS A MUST TO GO SEC 5, I can perform again. HAHA. I'm seriously thinking, my other primary school friends are now like in poly's and JCs, and I'm still stuck at this school. When the fuck am I going to out of this school with good grades, wait i know, NEXT NEXT YEAR! By that time my primary school friends will be in university by then. I'm so backtrack of time. If i fail N level this year... I'm going to NS straight. Sign bond, sign on, sign everything. Stable future, but no life. I bet I will be sitting at the computer more often. I don't know. My life has been degrading, downgrading. Express student, can't even study properly. I'm seriously a damn nut. I had a chance to study but no, i blow it all off with crap by not studying and slacking around more than others. I got to stop myself by not continuing to slack and study more. But I'm meeting Banana Loompa &amp;amp; RoyGB later. HAHAHA. Slack with the usuals. Those two crazy couples. One is a DPMer, the other is a DLMer. Kidding. Pandai2 cari the meaning lah. Ask Izzuan what it means, or ask Faisal. They would know alot. Talking about those two... Its been a long time since I last seen them. Not Faisal, I saw him last Saturday, but Izzuan has not been meeting us lately. He has his kude-kepang buisness to take care. Nevermind, when school reopens, we all can still meet each other at class, everyday for 5 days. But it's the holidays, might as well enjoy it before it ends. We only have about 4 months a year of holidays, including the public holidays and the MC's we take from docters. LOL. Fucked up thing just happen yesterday night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWO GUITAR STRINGS SNAPPED!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mother fucking hands! Don't know how to tune properly. Nevermind, I think I'm going to throw the guitar. It's a damn lousy guitar. The strings are all nylon. So I can't tune it very high. But if I tune it low, the sound of the guitar is like shit. When people sing, it doesn't follow the sound of the guitar, because its tuned too low! Even Y can't sing properly with this guitar. Which means something... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready now. Roy's bringing his guitar down. So now I have a plan, they're asking me to meet them at Sembawang. Lepak again i guess. But i can't lepak too long though. I need to go home early to blog somemore, CHEY CHEY !! No lah, I need to go home early as I have been going home too late since last week hanging out with the gerek person/people. LOL. Obviously, time flies when you are having fun. As in ALOT of fun, you don't even realise what time it is. That shows that the holidays are fun. I hope there will be more days like last week! Like that more fun lah joy!-mat slang. COOL PER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE UH BLOG,&lt;br /&gt;WANSUEY? -_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5878516165200593526?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5878516165200593526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5878516165200593526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5878516165200593526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5878516165200593526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/952.html' title='9.52...'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-1225401605234181077</id><published>2009-06-16T07:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:34:34.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miserable at best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The time now is 7.17a.m. Bored to death. Slept at 12 yesterday, or was it today? haha. I'm going to meet Muhd Azli Bin Rahim later like in 10 minutes time. 11th heaventh is the place. So much for heaven... We go up there to smoke always! Lol. Alai, my good friend... You are such a dick, but you the most awesomest buddy that i have had for 11 years! HAHA! You wait, I'm coming for you now. Talking about 11th heaventh, I think I'll be going there often like starting from now. I want to shut myself off from my other friends &amp;amp; spent more time with the people who have been with me for quite a long time. Damn! Miss those times at 11th heaventh, doing illegal things, just lepak &amp;amp; have fun. While Syafie rides my sofa &amp;amp; Aji going to friendster to update on his profile. The fun is unpredictable. We might never know what we will do next. Sadly Aji had to switch house to Toa Payoh where he lives with his mum now. He seems to be quite happy. So long since we last hanged together. &amp;amp; Syafie... seriously, lost contact. HAHA. Hope we meet you again Syafie.We even had nicknames, Mr.Sachoke-stuff-Hanz,Mr.Hotstuff-Alai,Mr.Cutestuff-Aji &amp;amp; Mr.Handsome-stuff-Syafie. Now it's left with me and Alai. ): Good memories... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347701138771822322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SjbZ2jVyRvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xydwDeZmgG4/s320/US+!%40%23%24%25%5E%26().jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope those memories stay throughout the 4 of&lt;/span&gt; us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-1225401605234181077?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1225401605234181077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=1225401605234181077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1225401605234181077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1225401605234181077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/miserable-at-best.html' title='miserable at best.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SjbZ2jVyRvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xydwDeZmgG4/s72-c/US+!%40%23%24%25%5E%26().jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575929958862256218.post-4424245510821995814</id><published>2009-06-15T07:01:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:50:17.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been so long .... ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Latest post before this post, 5 march,&lt;br /&gt;God damnit !! Its been so long ! I hope no one reads this post, My blog is dead. Bwahahahhahaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got alot of of shit to tell but, I'm to lazy to write all the crap down. Well it's not crap, I had alot of fun lately. My friends have been the awesomest. Well, you can say that Lets Fake Deaths-Loserfaced-Lusaswine is B-A-C-K. Don't get your hopes too high yet. We still haven't had the confirmation yet. If the band is back... It will just be like a birthday present which i never had on my birthday. I hope the these words of that i write down, becomes reality. On my journey to reach mount-18-years-old-lepas-beli-bende2-yang-tidak-berfaedah, I have made alot of new friends. Alot of new experiences. My classmates, my NEW classmates i mean and some other good friends, have always been sticking out for me, especially Roy. Because he's the closest to me in all my classmates. I know him the longest. But he can sometimes be an irritant. Fucking DPMer. Chey2 fake2. Like what Myra said,"KESIOW". BWAHAHAHAHAHA ! "Kesiao" means, fake or joking. Right Myra? Crazy people. Two weeks back, I went out with a bunch of gerek people. We went to the Singapork Idol auditions to sign up. The queue was like super long. The heat was like killing me, like it could literally take a knife and kill me. "AWWWWW PANAS!!!!" Guess what, I was wearing a black longsleeve shirt. The heat was not only killing me, but others around, some have been waiting since morning and yet couldn't get to the front. Syafiq Bin Abu Bakar Bin P****** &amp;amp; I just cut queue as Eddie was there. It was Syafiq's idea anyway but people kept staring at us. But we didn't care, as Eddie had booked a place for us. LOL! Sign up, then we slacked at Dhoby. I was damn bored at 1st. Syafiq brought two of his friends, they were friendly and awesome. But i didn't talk to them. I was so bored to death! But god showed me a way... &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then came this dude, with a mohawk and another dude with dreads or some cool hairstyle which I don't know about. It was Shah(MOHAWK) &amp;amp; Syakiran(NICE HAIR). God DAMN, they brighten my day up. The boredom that was killing me suddenly ran off to somewhere. It has been a long time since i seen Kiran. He was my primary school good buddy and Shah is his cousin. Shah is Roy's friend &amp;amp; I'm in the same school as Roy. Oh and Jalil is my primary school friend too! Which I didn't know till 2 days ago. And Jalil is Helmi's friend &amp;amp; Helmi used to School in NBSS, so Helmi know me &amp;amp; Roy, Roy was Shahs primary school bestie &amp;amp; Shahs cousin, Kiran was my primary school good friend, which meant that Kiran knew Jalil but Jalil didn't knew me when I was in primary school. So somehow, this group of friends could combine to reunite once more.&lt;/span&gt; All i have to say is ITS A SMALL SMALL SMALL WORLD. &amp;amp; I bet it's getting smaller. You know, I bought a new shoe... VANS DOK! It's black with some green patches. Its the second vans shoe i have bought in my lifetime. After 2 months not blogging, I really have alot of crap to write down. Sorry if you people read until this part and start to get lazy to read. I urge of you to leave my blog if you guys are lazy. I'm also lazy to write somemore. But no, I have to continue writing, I have alot of crap to write. All those minutes and seconds of studying have paid off. I got 3rd in class for mid-year. I hope it'll remain that way. This year there is alot of competition. Everyone in school is so smart. I feel so dumb. Hahaha. LAUGH OUT LOUD PEOPLE! Do you know that there are more people piercing tongues at school!? So cool right? I know. Baik uh berbual sendiri. Sembarang ah ehk. Konek siak prangai. Prangai macam laki pat 752.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I told you there was alot of crap-crack-nonsence coming out. There's more where that came from. Sometimes, someone who you don't know or don't care about just count on you the most or they don't give up on you. I have this friend at school named Stanley. He's a total different person in and out. It just gives me a heartache everytime I see him getting disturbed at school. I also do that sometimes, maybe all the time. But that was when i got to know his past stories of how he used to beat up girls when he was in primary school. But that should all be forgiven and forgotten. Then one day, he came up to me &amp;amp; just said, "Haniz, I'm not going to give up. I'm going to pass my english &amp;amp; not let you down. I don't want to go to ITE. I want to be good in english as you Haniz." He kept failing his english &amp;amp; I kept disturbing &amp;amp; saying that he will go to ITE if he can't pass his english. But his other subjects are very good! He's aceing in maths &amp;amp; sciences. Smart boy! But I just don't know why he came up to me &amp;amp; said that. But I keep telling him off that he will go to ITE if he doesn't pass english. I feel so mean now. I did told him once on how to buck up on his languages, by reading &amp;amp; reading &amp;amp; reading. When I see him in the bus or anywhere else, I see that he carries a book around with him. A story book. I'm glad that he has started reading. &amp;amp; do you know he was from technical, go to academic? Im the opposite, express drop to academic &amp;amp; retained. I am dumbass, literally. I feel so stupid. No, I am stupid but that doesn't mean I can't change. So from now onwards, I should start studying more so that I can lepak more, just so I can study more. WTF am I writing? LOL!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year plus of waiting &amp;amp; it wasn't worth it. I don't blame you. Its me. Im a dick, Im a dickted to you. HAHA. But seriously, why didn't I just gave up when it was the second time it happened? Damn I'm so stupid. [Oh yeah, FUCK YOU for saying that she doesn't deserve Knoxville more than you do. You're just a piece of shit trash which doesn't change. You think you are all that? You are nothing. He gave you love, you gave him crack. Now you want him back? Too bad, he's in the arms of a better person, not like you. Pisses me off everytime. Its been 3 YEARS bitch! Change yourself, you are 17 this year god damnit. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! RUINING OTHER PEOPLE's LIVES!?] People are stupid &amp;amp; dumb sometimes. They like to repeat mistakes. I have just realised something. When everytime I said, "give it some time", it always bounces back to me with a negative effect. So next time when I'm about to say that, stop me Roy. HAHA! I have been seeing happy faces just passing me by since I was in secondary 3 in NBSS. When will it be my turn for others to realise that I too can have a happy face. I'm the only one left that hasn't been in the "scene". Was I hexed with bad luck, to get the right person at the wrong time, to get the wrong person at the right time? I seriously don't know. Fuck the evil-doers who blow in the knots to make me feel like this. Recenlty, I have been going out quite frequently with a friend of mine, MyraRuins. Damn this the 2 weeks of going out in the afternoon &amp;amp; reaching home before 10.30pm was fun. It was a mixture of burps &amp;amp; slaps, pepper,chilli sauce &amp;amp; salt on the table, pictures after pictures almost all of the days were recorded down of what we did. She taught me a game called spank-bang-spooonk-cum-speed-splunk-dey. I caught the game so well &amp;amp; played like a pro, (KESIAO!). Faisal didn't get hold of the game. HAHA! It was fun. I thought her a game called Tittie. Up to date, she has only won 5 games out of 30-40 games around there. HAHA! Everytime she wins, this sensational smile,joy &amp;amp; laughter appears but when she loses,"Come on haniz, one more game,please-please! At least let me win before we stop playing." She was so determined to win by her own, even when i offered to give her immediate victory, she rejected it. As she wants to win by her own. Her face was seriously into-the-game while I play and yawn knowing that I will win. Suddenlly, the game grew exciting as i couldn't play my cards in my turn. Anxious to know the next card I draw, she placed another big card. I couldn't fight it. I had to draw another card. She was left with 2 cards, 2 of spades and a king of diamonds. Frustrated, I slammed the cards on the table, knowing i could not beat her. It was the 1st time she had beaten me(out of 17 games i think). With that anger &amp;amp; frustration, i took out a stick as I was stressed out that I lost to dear myraruins. Damn her. I yelled,"keep the cards, i don't wanna play it anymore. You should be proud you have beaten me. YOU WERE LUCKY." LOL. haha. Well it was fun while it lasted, imagine winning 17 times in a row? Not fun? Thats why I was so frustrated. But then as I was puffing away, this phrase came into my head.. "Its just a game,bitch." So I offered my hand in the thought of good sportsmanship. I got back a slap on my arms. :( The pain. All I had to do was to look at her hair, which in return got me more slaps. Well thats what you get for slacking with the person who has brains. Too much brain perhaps. Okay, I'm starting to talk crap now. I learned like a few songs by Mayday Parade. Their band is nice. Am I right to say that thier front man is the drummer of the band? Because I saw their music video and the drummer was singing. LOL. By the way, Eyes Set To Kill has a new album!!!!!!!!!!!! The World Outside, in stores now anywhere. Why use stores when you can download from the net. HHAHAHA. But play safe, just buy the disc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its been like 1 hour that I blogged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its been alot of crap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got one last crap a friend of mine said to me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BO ONE MILLION, BO BANG!"&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you take that offer, or would you not? LOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-_-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4424245510821995814?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4424245510821995814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4424245510821995814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4424245510821995814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4424245510821995814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-so-long.html' title='its been so long .... ..'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5953443576244362774</id><published>2009-03-05T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:02:11.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and im tired bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its been so long since i last blog man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have to study everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN !!&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck !?!!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the common test results were like shit man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a retainee,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i passed only 4 subjects.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;failed ART and Comb.Science.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucked up lah life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think after the march holidays,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm going to do my time in the national service.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i regret retaining,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but my classmates have been the greatest !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the vents are really very good,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they could suck almost everything !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you guys know what i mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alot of things had happened recently,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while playing street soccer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an accident happened,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a friend got his forehead cut with two deep lines with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats severe injury,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said he was okay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if i was him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i would have fainted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the amount of blood you see in the court just now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but luckily,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody had some tissue to wipe the major bleeding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope he's fine man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dude,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont play soccer again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sprained ankle,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now DEEEEEEEP cuts on forehead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go see the docter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get some stiches.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's PE tommorow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;going to have alot of fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the 'thunderblot' is coming !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make sure i live up to the street's name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got a 'new' phone people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for a new phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's scratched like shit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's like i left the handphone for a cat to use !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitched up life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucked up life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to hunt!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you watch out mr.foo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im cuming to you !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5953443576244362774?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5953443576244362774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5953443576244362774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5953443576244362774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5953443576244362774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-im-tired-bitch.html' title='and im tired bitch.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-493364538521155308</id><published>2009-02-21T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:57:24.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring.'/><title type='text'>don't call me a peanut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;wonderer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; (tiup belon).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; blogging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;not that anyone read this stupid shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;will be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;about my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;past week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a simple one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;short and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tuesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing much happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wednesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;table soccer competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;badly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;trashing of 9 to -4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;try to beat that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thursday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;anna's birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but no guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;lepak for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;then go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;stay home day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;so boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;thats life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so is this post short &amp;amp; simple enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well if it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well if it's not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then thats your problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodday. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-493364538521155308?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/493364538521155308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=493364538521155308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/493364538521155308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/493364538521155308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-call-me-peanut.html' title='don&apos;t call me a peanut.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-7993284555879255946</id><published>2009-02-15T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:32:12.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back, with a vengence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;fuck you friday the 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;because of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i can't fucking celebrate valentines day or go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;because you gave me the fever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;the god damn 38.5 degrees FEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you stupid son of a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;let me tell you about my past few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;thursday, 12th of Ferbuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;my CCA was cancelled on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;OH YEAH,&lt;br /&gt;SO HAPPY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so got an opportunity to play street soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;played about 6-7 games,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;around there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;khidhir as usual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;played the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and his team always won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO WE WILL STICK AS ONE TEAM ALWAYS KHIDHIR !!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;but nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;then the "star players" left off &amp;amp; left me and the other group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so it was the express sec 4 vs the academic sec 4 plus a retain student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;that was like the 6th - 7th game we played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;azim was a maniac with his deathtifiying shots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;that will surely kill somebody if his shots were to land on somebody's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so played &amp;amp; played &amp;amp; played...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i got frustrated and went off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i was so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i managed to score only a few goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;and thats saddening!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;met with wan(kecyek2 small2) and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i fell ill and got bedriden for that whole thursday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can't move and my head was heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so i slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;just to find out it was valentines day eve the next day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;FRIDAY THE 13TH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;STUPID SON OF A DICK DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i can't move from the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but i tried to get up from bed to take a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;which eventually work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;as i needed to cool my head off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;dizzy &amp;amp; drowsy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i called up wan and told him my that i wasnt coming for school so he didnt had to wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but astonishingly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;he also didnt turn up for school that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;so i have a friend to follow me to go to the polyclinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;at the poly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;we waited for a tiring two and a half hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;sorry wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;but it was worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;my medical bill was only $6.40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;it was the check up that cost alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;the medicine was 70 cents per prescription.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;so the check up was 5 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;including the medical cert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;after the "trip" to the poly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i made my way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and wan left for sembawang to meet roy &amp;amp; the gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;as soon as i reached home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i unpack the medicine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;took the medicine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and went to bed instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;the next thing i know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturday, 14th of ferbuary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;also known as the day of the valentines.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant celebrate this day because of 3 reasons,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. i have no valentine date.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. i'm a muslim, which is a sin to celebrate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. (even though i have a valentine's date and i'm not a muslim, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;      i still cant celebrate it because,)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sick remember ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid friday the 13th curse bestowed on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;son of gun!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so all day i stayed at home,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;praying that i will get well soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but no,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sickness was dragged till,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday, 15th of ferbuary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im feeling alot better than the past 3 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i have a blocked nose and i'm still taking the medication,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i'm a bit drowsy and steamed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can say i'm a bit high.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like i'm on drugs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but these are legal drugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and im taking it because i'm sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not a drug addict.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i swear! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;since i'm feeling better today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm blogging now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i can tell the world of my curse and mishaps in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;did nothing much today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but just laid down on my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but before that i went out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to classes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then now i'm resting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;afraid tommorrow i will get sick again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at least i'm still alive right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayonara.     (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-7993284555879255946?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7993284555879255946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=7993284555879255946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7993284555879255946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/7993284555879255946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-with-vengence.html' title='im back, with a 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align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after 5 times sending it back to the company,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i finally can use the computer again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;but just so you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i wont be active in this blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;so hard to blog and study and get out from the house at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;this past week has been a just normal week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;injured myself multiple times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;my right hand thumb got it's nails kicked by a soccer ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;actually by a shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;a black adiddas shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;the owner : able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;he plays rough in the street soccer court man.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;damnit he,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;not only that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he elbowed my chest when i was trying to save the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but he is a really good keeper though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he can save balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my slip on shoe got torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;only one month of using,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;after two days playing soccer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it has meninggal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;now i have no more school shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;khalis took my vans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fucker he!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this sunday i'm going out with the art students again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;going punggol end to do art ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;where the FUCK is that !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yah i know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;at punggol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;going to be fun i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wahhh !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;another 7-8 months of the same shit to do !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;omg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;im going to die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i should have just went to NS or ITE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I dont know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but since im here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;might as well do good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and go to sec 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;get good grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;go to POLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;then i will start a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so thats all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6752327274988619185?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6752327274988619185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6752327274988619185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6752327274988619185'/><link rel='self' 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-2575929958862256218.post-6897768704544098418</id><published>2009-01-26T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:18:33.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know mira's passwords! !! yeahhh !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO I DON'T WANT TO PUT TAGBOARD MIRA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahaha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no 'IF,IF' !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want means i don't want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;currently on the phone with mira kerns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;such a nice name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what a mean person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she went to VIVO's giant just now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and went to play bowling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and came in last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;padan muke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;arent you tired of talking &amp;amp; talking all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have alot of story to tell ehk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all the stories are nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know the 2 people you hate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its me and roy right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;or is it me and faisal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;or wan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just now lepak with Roy, Faisal &amp;amp; Wan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a great time we had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not so great lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was SENKET uh today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;takde duit, takde rocoke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ini hari,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hari budak woodlands lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;korang menang kami budak2 yishun uh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheyy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday went out with the art students.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we did art,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i still can't forget me &amp;amp; faisal in the train disturbing lisa boon's letter 'Z' pelat.&lt;br /&gt;we kept imagining if izzwan was in the class,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confirm lisa boon kena kacau everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Iz,Juan' Iz,Juan'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;copper reacts with (Zinc) become, (JINC).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her letter Z pelat rabak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to the art students..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yah yesterday went to vivo with the art students.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we met each other at mac at sun plaza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and farah &amp;amp; the gang thought that the plan to go to botanical gardens was real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was just giving fake suggestion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i didn't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but at that time i had no ez-link.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so farah helped me out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wednesday must repay her back her kindness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then we ate at mac.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after that we went off to harbourfront.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but at douby ghout we waited for two guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thier names were wan &amp;amp; syafiq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;took pics at dhoby MRT station.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice work of art though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so went off to harbourfront,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the art students plan was to go to sentosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i just went along with the plan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the plan was cancelled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we just went to VIVO city.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hanged out at the sprinkeling water water thingy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;took some pics,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then played pakau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tittee.!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i won all the way.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hero die last ehk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so went to the roof of the VIVO city.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and farah's phone went missing &amp;amp; it got stolen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the search party was rounded up with seven people,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;farah, syafiq, amiena, redzwan, fitriah, faisal &amp;amp; Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we went to look for the phone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the small pool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me &amp;amp; faisal pulled our pants and took off our slippers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and searched for the missing phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fit wan &amp;amp; amiena just walk2 and chit-chat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;farah &amp;amp; syafiq went missing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so the 5 of us got lazy and went to timezone to play game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenlly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;farah and syafiq came.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the phone was miraculously found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so happy sial farah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we played timezone &amp;amp; played timezone &amp;amp; played timezone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then hang-out and walk2 at VIVO city.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then from there me &amp;amp; faisal went home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to meet my friend Alai Rahim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then from there we lepak for a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then go home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was yesterday a whole lot of shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we went to harbourfront wearing 4 quarters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;malu man!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got nothing left to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm logging off the blog now mira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im tired of typing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-miras-passwords-yeahhh.html' title='i know mira&apos;s passwords! !! yeahhh !!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3749801040225811003</id><published>2009-01-11T08:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:00:24.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>access denied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's like only 8.37am in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;and i'm already awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;i can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;but my eyes are still thinking about the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;today's plan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;go to somewhere to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;with roy &amp;amp; the gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;maybe the LR will be joining us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;just a maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;i was thinking of going to the sembawang shopping centre's starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;they have opened it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;but the said it would be open in february.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;but it opened earlier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;so let's go there guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;but i can bet with you there will be alot of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'm like blogging in my room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;with this laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;the sight of books laying around everywhere on the desk is very unsightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;my brother doesn't know how to clean his table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;lazy dick he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;yesterday night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;my mom &amp;amp; i watched death note 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i didn't believe that my mother could be interested in japanese movies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;about monsters and all that crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and about a notebook that can kill people by just writing down thier name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and you can even write how you want that person to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;when you want that person to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;if i had such a notebook as that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i would kill all those evil dicks out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;if only i knew thier name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but would'nt killing someone be sinful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but if i kill that someone because he was in the wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;that means that it wouldn't be sinful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;wouldn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;but i know in this world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;in reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;there is no such notebook called the deathnote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;it's just a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;haven't been studying since yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;today i really must study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;have alot of catching up to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;my maths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;all the other subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'm going to fail again this year if i don't study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and this year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;the criteria is getting worst,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;and the competition is much more higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;last year was just 2 classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;this year it's 4 classes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;thats the fate of a retainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;you don't know what will happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;unless you study real hard and your fate is sealed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;that you will pass &amp;amp; succeed in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;if you study as hard as you play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now its 8.54am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;im going to stop blogging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just a few words of wisdom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, that life is not measured in hours but in accomplishments - James A. Pike.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3749801040225811003?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3749801040225811003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3749801040225811003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3749801040225811003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3749801040225811003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/access-denied.html' title='access denied.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4306305752717359363</id><published>2009-01-10T12:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:34:08.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>january sucks dick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;this year has been great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;last week friday was my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;celebrated it with a few of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it was a 'surprise' party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i wasn't expecting the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it's not like everyday that the first day of school is your own birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but it has been fun though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;by the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i joined a CCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;well it's a stupid CCA though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it's called the NAVIO club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i don't know what the NAVIO means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but i know it's a whole bunch of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;cheyyy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but i think the CCA is going to be a fun one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;considering if the most hyper person i have ever met is in that CCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;emily is in that CCA too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i had no CCA and emy was looking for a tangkes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;so i joined that club with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i only came to the 1st meeting for about 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;my class ended late that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i was having art period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;so now i have a CCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;woohoooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;haven't been blogging in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;new year has been great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and the fact that i missed the countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;as in the - 5,4,3,2,1 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR - bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but it's ok though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i got to go home late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i breached my curfew of 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and i reached home at 2am, almost three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and guess what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i didn't get scolded for my coming home late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i was so happy that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;it's the tenth of january,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and in another ten more days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;it's going to be another birthday celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;then 6 days or less or so after that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;its another friends' of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;so for those whose birthdays has passed or is yet to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;happy belated, advanced, birthday dudes &amp;amp; dudettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesterday we went to hang out at the usual place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the dewan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this time there was syafiq bin abu baker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and taufiq Faii was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Faii has a new phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sony ericcson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which is like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the phone very laggy and can be damaged easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;syafiq on the other hand had just came back from his new school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ITE Simei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he's taking some shit course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but it suits him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he likes to sell people products if good use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;he took the course retail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some sort of a sales assistant type of course or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hope he's having lots of fun with his new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so yesterday at the dewan endevour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we just slacked there talking crap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;getting to know things around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by getting to know how they're living their lifes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;supposedly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;another four of our friends were to come to the dewan to slack with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but they had a problem of some sort and had to leave immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but it's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i hope the problem is solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;faisal was the headman yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we were all his 'budak-budak'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nazrin had to leave so early that he missed out on ALL the fun we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;faisal was wearing his uniform with his coller up and he was holding MY penknife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they ransacked my bag and took it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bloody fcukers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;don't even know how to close the bag after using.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;talking about the bag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just remembered that i sold my damn nice dickies bag away for 30 bucks to emy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well it wasn't a rip-off as i got another bag that was at least 3 times the cost of that dickies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and the story continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then when me and Faii got back from the mart to get a few things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;faisal was sitting down at the centre of the long seat at the dewan holding that pen-knife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and his coller like those big-time mafias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was holding this plastic bag with a paper bag inside of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that paper bag consists of 8 hotdog balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 hotdog mini-balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then as i came back to the dewan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they planned up something to scare me and faii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but at the sight of the paper bag that was oozing with chilli sauce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they immediately cancelled the plan and quarrelled for the last piece of hot-dog minis'.&lt;br /&gt;all four of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;izzwan, roy, faisal &amp;amp; syafiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;crazy dicks those people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesterday was ciggrette heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everyone has thier own ciggrettes except for roy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and like what faisal said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Roy ah, standard. Mesti tak ade rokoknye. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so we laugh hysterically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;roy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if you are reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;quickly ask your mother to come back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i want to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it's like damn boring at home with my dad alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have six bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lets buy something bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i think that this is where i'm going to stop blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;my fingers are tired and i want to go out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;so goodbye asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&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/2575929958862256218-4306305752717359363?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4306305752717359363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4306305752717359363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4306305752717359363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4306305752717359363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-sucks-dick.html' title='january sucks dick.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-368260917747543516</id><published>2008-12-20T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:05:22.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retain lah fuck,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;got my results.&lt;br /&gt;saddened by it.&lt;br /&gt;registered for NS.&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 months to study,&lt;br /&gt;orelse go to NS straight.&lt;br /&gt;3 months is all i got.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt register for this.&lt;br /&gt;my dad did.&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything about it but to wait.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;after 3 months if i pass then i get to continue my studies.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to continue my studies.&lt;br /&gt;this is just a stupid setback.&lt;br /&gt;i have to waste one more year on studying.&lt;br /&gt;but at least there's one more year.&lt;br /&gt;but no enjoyment now.&lt;br /&gt;just plain studying.&lt;br /&gt;and studying.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;no IDOLIZING girls ...?&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;whatever the crap that means.&lt;br /&gt;bullshits.&lt;br /&gt;i am not a fucking nonok lah sial.&lt;br /&gt;im just haniz.&lt;br /&gt;im me and always me.&lt;br /&gt;i've been running away from the stated facts that is true.&lt;br /&gt;and have hiding from it.&lt;br /&gt;now i just want to say,&lt;br /&gt;i want to change.&lt;br /&gt;change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;no more fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;i want to study.&lt;br /&gt;friends are friends.&lt;br /&gt;study is study.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be in the one that has to be in the right..&lt;br /&gt;not the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the al-mutaqin.&lt;br /&gt;not the al-kafirudin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-368260917747543516?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/368260917747543516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=368260917747543516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/368260917747543516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/368260917747543516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/retain-lah-fuck.html' title='retain lah fuck,'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-8130969120863953423</id><published>2008-12-14T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:33:41.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty four seven .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess what...&lt;br /&gt;IM BLOGGING MAN !&lt;br /&gt;so happy to finally get to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;alai,&lt;br /&gt;i read your post.&lt;br /&gt;so deep dude.&lt;br /&gt;are you like for real or you really want to change?&lt;br /&gt;i hope this i for real this time.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i know you can do it dude.&lt;br /&gt;11th heaventh babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i will be getting my results in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;my N level results.&lt;br /&gt;i am getting ready to expect the worst of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;failure.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for it in about a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;by the way folks...&lt;br /&gt;my band's name changed again,&lt;br /&gt;to ELEFDI,&lt;br /&gt;the pronounciation is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;but the spelling is different.&lt;br /&gt;my computer is screwed and cannot be switched on.&lt;br /&gt;the laptop that i'm using is also by chance because my mum went to town and i sneaked into her room to post this blog.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know when else i can be using this blog,&lt;br /&gt;or the friendster or msn.&lt;br /&gt;and my phone.&lt;br /&gt;its taken away,&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;for the 7th time this holiday already.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i have vowed to myself to get a new phone so that 'THEY' cannot take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that has been keeping me happy is my PSP,&lt;br /&gt;and I use the PSP also seldomly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;this past few weeks have thought me something.&lt;br /&gt;that friends can be a bitch too.&lt;br /&gt;even those friends that you share times with.&lt;br /&gt;friends whom you care about.&lt;br /&gt;they can backstab you.&lt;br /&gt;friends that say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'aku jiwe kaw nyer lah. kaw susah aku akan tolong'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but like what he wrote,&lt;br /&gt;the closest friend wasn't even there to see him when he was in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;even i wasnt there to see him.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry friend.&lt;br /&gt;i have found myself a clearcut example of what friends can really be.&lt;br /&gt;i just read his blog just now.&lt;br /&gt;but you know you can always count on me to lepak at 11th heaventh.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we need to learn from our past mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;and we should not repeat them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;like that time me and alai were wondering about how to spell responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;we spelt it as,&lt;br /&gt;responsibilily,&lt;br /&gt;responsibely,&lt;br /&gt;responsebely,&lt;br /&gt;responsibley...&lt;br /&gt;but there were more of how we spelt it.&lt;br /&gt;but we did get it right and we were still like thinking about it,&lt;br /&gt;the real spelling.&lt;br /&gt;then when we dropped out from the train...&lt;br /&gt;we went to look for this sign at the MRT's platform where it wrote,&lt;br /&gt;'Value Life, Act RESPONSIBLY'&lt;br /&gt;so we did get the spelling right.&lt;br /&gt;but we were actually about to exit the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;then we got back up the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;and people were like staring and looking at us why we went up and down the MRT's escalator.&lt;br /&gt;the reason was just to look for the 'value life, act responsibly' sign to check on its spelling.&lt;br /&gt;Hhahahahah !&lt;br /&gt;funny day that was for me!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;so as i leave this blog,&lt;br /&gt;i have to say this last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;value life, act responsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GOODBYE BLOGSHIT!&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/2575929958862256218-8130969120863953423?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8130969120863953423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=8130969120863953423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8130969120863953423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8130969120863953423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/twenty-four-seven.html' title='twenty four seven .'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3460814881574781443</id><published>2008-12-06T18:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:59:33.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12345 12345 12345 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st I want to say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate you anna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't expect me to give you your reboot CD or whatever you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you CAN'T have whatever you like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEAHH !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahahha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun or not talking to my dad on the phone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bwahahahhahaahahah !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's start my post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today has been bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have mengaji starting from yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i will have it 3 times a week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its okay though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i get to read back my halfed-katam quran again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so tommorow is going to be another boring day staying at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i just realised that i have been going out for the past 6 days.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats like almost a week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was like 3.45pm and my dad allowed me to go out but only around my block.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sad day man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;orelse i would have went further like punggol or kallang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHEYYYY ! XD !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but today i went out with Alai at 11th heaventh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just to catch up with things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's leaving soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i hope he is doing fine with his new life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay at home everday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;till forever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know about him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's just see and wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;paramore has a new song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not nice though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;decode...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abit nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay okay baby lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tommorow is going to be another day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's see whether i can go out again or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3460814881574781443?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3460814881574781443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3460814881574781443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3460814881574781443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3460814881574781443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/12345-12345-12345.html' title='12345 12345 12345 !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-8370409035955112676</id><published>2008-12-02T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:41:05.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long since i blogged !! wooohowwowowow !~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i said you can have whatever you like ."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like crazy over that song.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind,&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not posted at my blog for about a few days,&lt;br /&gt;weeks ?&lt;br /&gt;i think a few days only.&lt;br /&gt;this past week has been boring and lame.&lt;br /&gt;only some fun things happened.&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday something happened.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my problem,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;but i just hope that everyone is happy with whatever decision you guy make.&lt;br /&gt;because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''You can have whatever you like !''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm meeting shah!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOOO !&lt;br /&gt;i have to meet anna later to give her this porridge .&lt;br /&gt;INSTANT PORRIDGE !&lt;br /&gt;i hope the porridge i make will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry anna,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a chef!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be meeting my block friend,&lt;br /&gt;Alai ,&lt;br /&gt;in a few minutes time.&lt;br /&gt;11th heaventh per ?!&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;we hang out over there always if we are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;''you can go wherever you like'',&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just forgot to say.&lt;br /&gt;alai has a blog too !&lt;br /&gt;but his blogskin is like...&lt;br /&gt;haishh !&lt;br /&gt;go check it out once in a while when anybody is free.&lt;br /&gt;but his blogskin quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the world just stood still all of sudden.&lt;br /&gt;that's why bad things happen.&lt;br /&gt;i think they are going to make a movie about that?&lt;br /&gt;NO ROY,&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT A DONGENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get back to you soon!!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-8370409035955112676?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8370409035955112676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=8370409035955112676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8370409035955112676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/8370409035955112676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-since-i-blogged-wooohowwowowow.html' title='so long since i blogged !! wooohowwowowow !~'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-1081568357533678884</id><published>2008-11-26T20:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:02:15.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get me back in time . NOW .'/><title type='text'>curses ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We've waited far to long to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;watch it all crash and fall through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So when you feel like shit you've gotta keep on pushin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you saw the world through my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;then you wouldn't feel so high rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its time to take a chance you've gotta sit back and hold tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Theres forces working in our heads but we don't understand them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I need a map to find my way out all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Theres curses lurking in our heads but we don't want to find it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We need to come back down and face what we've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The more I think the more I wish I'd pushed stop then hit rewind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What I would give to have a day back then when no one really cares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I remember when we all used to kick back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and take days off school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So many times I've smiled many times I cried but never did we try ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;curses - bullet for my valentine&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;somehow ,&lt;br /&gt;those lyrics like ...&lt;br /&gt;sunked into me .&lt;br /&gt;as in ,&lt;br /&gt;the third paragraph .&lt;br /&gt;from the part where ,&lt;br /&gt;"pushed stop till ...&lt;br /&gt;take days off school"&lt;br /&gt;it's like the lyrics trying to tell me about last time .&lt;br /&gt;that part like really meant something .&lt;br /&gt;like last time it was like ...&lt;br /&gt;just the 4 of us .&lt;br /&gt;no other guys ,&lt;br /&gt;no girls .&lt;br /&gt;just the 4 of us .&lt;br /&gt;Loserfaced ,&lt;br /&gt;Let's Fake Deaths .&lt;br /&gt;whatever our band name is ,&lt;br /&gt;our names are still important .&lt;br /&gt;Syed Hamzah Shah -Seth .&lt;br /&gt;Muhd Muliady - Eddie .&lt;br /&gt;Muhd Hasroy - Roy .&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Haniz - Haan'z .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;that's whats important to me now .&lt;br /&gt;just the 4 of us .&lt;br /&gt;like last time .&lt;br /&gt;i hope that all 4 of us will stay together till forever .&lt;br /&gt;i mean ,&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remembered JUST ,&lt;br /&gt;the FOUR of us only like jam together .&lt;br /&gt;we also don't hang out like last time .&lt;br /&gt;only once in a blue moon .&lt;br /&gt;then the four of us get to hang out with each other .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only there was a rewind button .&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-1081568357533678884?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1081568357533678884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=1081568357533678884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1081568357533678884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1081568357533678884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/11/curses.html' title='curses ....'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4947734366414910807</id><published>2008-11-25T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:22:50.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 35 POST !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wooohoooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its my 35th post !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't whether i'm supposed to be happy or what ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bwahahahhaaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS ONLY THE 35th HANIZ !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT THE 100th or 1000th .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yesterday i went to eddie/adeey's house to slack there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hang out with him there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but before that ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we webcamed with each other in the morning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was the funniest !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his dad like sat in front of the computer &amp;amp; webcamed with me and he started dancing &amp;amp; he was like not wearing shirt but was wearing shorts .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its the funniest thing i've ever seen for quite a long time !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i feel off my chair at the sight of adeey's father dancing !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was too hilarious &amp;amp; i couldnt take it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now as i'm typing this post ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im remembering what adeey's dad did .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel bad that i couldnt go to the class BBQ ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my ezlink card broke .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my mum never give me money ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i cant go .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont want to ask my friends for cash .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that'll be so ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like takde adat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry mrs.ragesh i couldnt make it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and sorry 4 achievement for not coming !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;after a long walk from my home to adeey's house ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we slacked at pulau inspiration .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we talked and we did alot of things .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we went to kedai kopi &amp;amp; drank teh katai ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;adeey's mum blanje !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bwahahhahaahha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks adeey's mum !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then later ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we continued slacking at pulau inspiration .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;until i had to go home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reached home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was expecting to get a lecture/scolding from father ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but no i didn't get that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i was happy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lucky nothing happened .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;overall about yesterday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was fun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it could be more fun if i had came to the class BBQ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but what has passed has passed !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;so thats all for now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;anything i'll post later or something !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-4947734366414910807?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4947734366414910807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4947734366414910807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4947734366414910807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4947734366414910807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-35-post.html' title='MY 35 POST !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-4098904444150222308</id><published>2008-11-23T19:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:47:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired and very tired .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just edited my blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is the new blogskin nice ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think it isn't .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;random choice of blogskin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i didn't even thought about the blogskin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just put it there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;woke up today at 7.45 am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;i forgot to charge my fone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;so i charged it in the morning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;i didn't realize that people have to call &amp;amp; msg my phone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;my charger sucks to the core .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;i have to take out the battery from the phone then place it at the charger pack .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;haiiishhh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;this would all not happen if i didn't throw my sony ericsson phone to the ground .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;that phone needs to be serviced but my mother doesn't want to go .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;she said she's lazy lah ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;she has work to do .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;i don't know lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;up to you mom !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;then she give me this Motorola for a spare phone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;it sucks !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;dont use it guys !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;then in the afternoon ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i went to hang out with my block friend .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;alai ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;apoi sepet ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i don't know his nicknames lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;he keep changing his name .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we hanged at 700++ there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;quite fun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we were talking about stupid things .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;doing stupid things &amp;amp; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;making stupid faces .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;now he's somewhere outside .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;in woodlands or somewhere else .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i don't know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now i'm at home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very bored !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i still can't forget when shah got back indonesia ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he bought a book titled "twilight" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the movie is coming out soon .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but what i don't get is that shah is reading a book ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bwaahahaahhaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think he wants to brush up on his reading skills .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good luck with that shah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;oh yeah ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;the short story ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;this short story is written by ashhy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;but i thought i should let the world know about her story .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;so here it goes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mary met Joseph. Joseph met Mary. Mary didn't like Joseph then, she thought he was scary. But Joseph thought otherwise. He knew there was something special about Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Mary was walking at the sidewalks of Broccoli Street, she saw a sign. A sign saying "Danger Zone". Mary didn't care. She walked downwards towards it. But a hundred steps towards the mysterious tunnel, no one ever dared to step into, she turned left and made her way to a gift shop. There, she bought seven balloons. Each to represent every person she loved. She goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One for mummy, one for daddy, one for granny, one for pops, one for Orange, my only friend, one for Fillet the stray cat, and one for .." She paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made her way back to deliver her balloons. She's left with one balloon held on tightly in her right hand. As she was walking towards the tunnel again, she saw a boy. It was Joseph. In one of his best shirts and denim jeans. His hazel eyes shined beautifully under the presence of the sun. Without saying a word, she stopped right in front of him, took his hand and gave him her last balloon. Before she moved away, she positioned her head on the left side of his chest, so she could hear the sound of his heart beating nervously, even for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she moved away. Walked towards the empty tunnel that looked almost peaceful, which adds irony to the sign that said "Danger Zone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mary! Are you crazy?" She ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickened up her steps with a grin on her face. She felt a tint of satisfaction when she reached the start of the tunnel. Joseph followed but he stopped when he saw the fatal sign. From the distance, he saw Mary running away happily as if she's just found a glimpse of hope she never had and gone. She's gone. At that moment itself, his balloon burst and eventually revealed a note hidden inside that says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Joseph, that was my seventh and last balloon I handed to you. I love you, and have always been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;that's the story .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it's so unexpected .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; that's not the ending .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you will have to figure out yourself the ending .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;or just make your own ending .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE ! ((:&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/2575929958862256218-4098904444150222308?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4098904444150222308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=4098904444150222308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4098904444150222308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/4098904444150222308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired-and-very-tired.html' title='tired and very tired .'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-2031246334700817424</id><published>2008-11-22T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:05:21.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want to be when i grow up .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;run baby run , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont ever look back .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they'll tear us apart if you give them the chance ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;holy crap .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today is like so damn bored to death situation .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday was supposed to sleepover at adeey's/eddie's ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i couldn't go .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the LFD's were there except for me .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like crap .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i called my dad up yesterday .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i kept persuading him to let me join my friends .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he refuses me to go .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i went home ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;without even saying goodbye to my friends because the bus came and i rushed for the bus .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i did text eddie .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so then i reached home yesterday and had my dinner ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after bathing .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i just watched TV like usual .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i had an hours talk about ciggerettes .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he asked me whether have i quited ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just smiled and look to the floor .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yesterday my dad wasnt in his serious mood .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he jokingly offered me a ciggerette .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i didnt take it because ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont smoke camel .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;urghh ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY DAD LOVES CAMEL MAN !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so later that night i used the phone talked with friends ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then went to sleep .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today morning i woke up .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after bathing and all ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had to buy breakfast .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then my mom and brother ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;went to east coast .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do not know for what .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but im not going .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im too lazy to go out .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to stay at home where i can not smoke .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bwhahahahaahhaha !'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at home = no smoking .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; besides ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do not have ciggerettes with me .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so for a day i've managed to stop smoking .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll try again tommorrow see whether i can try again .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heheehe (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there was this story that i heard ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was the mary &amp;amp; joseph story .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on my next post then i'll tell u guys this story that i heard from this friend of mine !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bwhahahahahahaha !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a short story .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;update later or whenever .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOODBYE BLOG !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5490393380002893582</id><published>2008-11-21T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:29:21.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happie bdae !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;first of all i want to say ,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to hairaji bte hozainie .&lt;br /&gt;second ,&lt;br /&gt;i want to say happy birthday to emylia fernya aisyah bin jubrie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i want to say ...&lt;br /&gt;right now as i am typing this ...&lt;br /&gt;alai &amp;amp; hasroy are at my house .&lt;br /&gt;they are homeless &amp;amp; so they come my house to lepak .&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later meeting LFD's &amp;amp; LR's .&lt;br /&gt;i think .&lt;br /&gt;i don't know .&lt;br /&gt;it seems that almost everyday we've been lepaking ...&lt;br /&gt;its getting more boring &amp;amp; boring each day .&lt;br /&gt;GO TOWN OR SOMEWHERE LAH DICKS !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i think we should stop lepaking &amp;amp; find a job or something .&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;hasroy is sitting next to me while waiting for anna to arrive at my house .&lt;br /&gt;its going to be their one month anniversary .&lt;br /&gt;happy one month roy &amp;amp; anna !&lt;br /&gt;alaaaah !!&lt;br /&gt;only one month ,&lt;br /&gt;not one year .&lt;br /&gt;but i think they will last till one year .&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm .&lt;br /&gt;don't know what they will do later at my house .&lt;br /&gt;but i think right ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;they going to eat ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so roy ,&lt;br /&gt;have fun kayy !&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHHEHEEEHE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats all .&lt;br /&gt;roy is wearing my brother's watch .&lt;br /&gt;CHONGKONG JER KERJE .&lt;br /&gt;his tembel is getting smaller .&lt;br /&gt;alhamdullilah !&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOHOOOOOOO !&lt;br /&gt;good riddance .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody's home .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss avril lavigne .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's so hot !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;roy's best friend mahh !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohkkay ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye &amp;amp; goodday blog . =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-1675421046619160427</id><published>2008-11-19T19:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:00:20.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monopoly'/><title type='text'>monopoly ! wooohooo FUN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wooooohoooooo !&lt;br /&gt;im rich !&lt;br /&gt;superduper rich !&lt;br /&gt;yeah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;it was the 1st time I won playing monopoly !&lt;br /&gt;as in with eddie ,roy ,ashhy ,amirah ,anna &amp;amp; izzuan .&lt;br /&gt;well at 1st it was the seven of us .&lt;br /&gt;then amirah had to go to the airport ,&lt;br /&gt;she said she had to hantar her relative there .&lt;br /&gt;tell your relative to have fun amirah !&lt;br /&gt;emy didnt turn up .&lt;br /&gt;i thought that emy would come .&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt .&lt;br /&gt;so couldnt make it .&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind .&lt;br /&gt;so about the game ...&lt;br /&gt;yeah .!!&lt;br /&gt;then i was losing .&lt;br /&gt;i only bought one house at the beggining of the game .&lt;br /&gt;then slowly i got 6 of the mortgage .&lt;br /&gt;i got one of each color .&lt;br /&gt;then ...&lt;br /&gt;there was war .&lt;br /&gt;as in while we were playing the game ...&lt;br /&gt;eddie wanted a purple mortgage but i thought that he wanted the blue mortgage .&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt want to give him the blue mortgage .&lt;br /&gt;because it was the most expensive mortgage .&lt;br /&gt;but actually ady wanted the purple which was less expensive .&lt;br /&gt;but i waited and be patient .&lt;br /&gt;and roy was pestering me with $2000 because he wanted the blue mortgage .&lt;br /&gt;then i didnt sell or give away .&lt;br /&gt;i played smart .&lt;br /&gt;until i bought ashhy's and izzuan's mortgaged color from the bank .&lt;br /&gt;ashhy's was green and wan's was orange .&lt;br /&gt;so then everyone wanted the mortgaged that i had !&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahahahha !&lt;br /&gt;this was when it started out to be fun .&lt;br /&gt;my mortgage of the light blue was full so i bought a hotel for all 3 of the mortgages !&lt;br /&gt;so when anyone landed on my land they had to pay me $600 ,&lt;br /&gt;which was alot and everyone started to get bankrupt .&lt;br /&gt;so i sold my dark blue mortgage to roy for $1500 &amp;amp; his train services .&lt;br /&gt;that made my train services a whole set .&lt;br /&gt;i gave the purple mortgage to eddie for FREE !&lt;br /&gt;then i sold wan the orange mortgage for a $1000 .&lt;br /&gt;i think i sold ashhy the green mortgage .&lt;br /&gt;so i just sit back and enjoy the money going into my pocket .&lt;br /&gt;then we continued playing .&lt;br /&gt;i had to pay rents here and there but those rents were like cheap .&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys .&lt;br /&gt;in the game of buisness Im serious and boastful !&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahhaha !&lt;br /&gt;went on &amp;amp; on .&lt;br /&gt;roy and anna were sharing money to pay for my rents &amp;amp; anna kept borrowing money from the bank ,&lt;br /&gt;and i was surprised she could remember how much she owed me .&lt;br /&gt;because i cant remember what she &amp;amp; roy owed me .&lt;br /&gt;but i sum up to about $2000++ ,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know .&lt;br /&gt;then eddie got bankrupt .&lt;br /&gt;then izzuan got bankrupt .&lt;br /&gt;then ashhy declared herself bankrupt .&lt;br /&gt;then everyone call it quits .&lt;br /&gt;so i won .&lt;br /&gt;wow !&lt;br /&gt;i was the richest &amp;amp; had mostly all of the mortgages in the end !&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;it was fun really .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;it would have been more fun if shah &amp;amp; emy were there .&lt;br /&gt;then it would have been an LFD &amp;amp; LR day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;then we lepak at the yishun park until about 6 like that then we went home .&lt;br /&gt;roy called me when i reached home .&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly ,&lt;br /&gt;he was thinking .&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i can't elaborate on that topic though .&lt;br /&gt;its personal between me and roy .&lt;br /&gt;but actually i think all he wanted was somebody to temankan him on the phone until he reaches his house at marsiling .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;assholer he .&lt;br /&gt;but he's a good guy .&lt;br /&gt;and i think he's gay .&lt;br /&gt;have you seen those sentosa pictures ?!&lt;br /&gt;OMG !&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahahahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; anna bought home my kueh tarts .&lt;br /&gt;the teratai tarts .&lt;br /&gt;susah dapat tahu !&lt;br /&gt;it looks like a flower only its kueh tarts lah .&lt;br /&gt;show your mother kayy anna !&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;hope your mother says it's nice ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; by the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks you ashhy for updating my blog earlier this morning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really got no topic what to write .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bwahahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks !! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;goodbye &amp;amp; goodnight ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-1675421046619160427?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1675421046619160427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=1675421046619160427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1675421046619160427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Here I am, typing away, not even aware of what I'm typing about. This is gonna be a super random post, I hope you'll bear with me. And read up till my last sentence. Care to be my guest? FOR THIS AMAZING BLOG POST! Oh shit, hold on, hanis is nudging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back. Dear hanis, I decided not to post the story after all. But but, I found this in the net and it goes out to YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a friend&lt;br /&gt;Who is perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;He listens to all my problems&lt;br /&gt;No matter how dumb they may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes himself for who he is&lt;br /&gt;And never tries to change&lt;br /&gt;He tells me to be myself&lt;br /&gt;And that I should never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was shy on the phone&lt;br /&gt;But he would still call&lt;br /&gt;And we would talk for hours&lt;br /&gt;About nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would talk about love and life&lt;br /&gt;And discuss what we wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;He knew just how I felt&lt;br /&gt;And how happy I could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listens to me patiently&lt;br /&gt;But never judges what I do or say&lt;br /&gt;He helped with all my problems&lt;br /&gt;And never went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once felt judged by him&lt;br /&gt;How much that meant to me&lt;br /&gt;That I could tell him all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And he would listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend never goes and tells&lt;br /&gt;What is dear to me&lt;br /&gt;He keeps it all bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't spread it like a bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for that friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship will never end&lt;br /&gt;And he will always be there&lt;br /&gt;For he is my best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: I have a friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poet: Ashley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and lastly, I LOVE YOU KING KONG! Come, let's shake our bombom together.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes bombom*&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6853671679770364679?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6853671679770364679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=6853671679770364679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6853671679770364679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/6853671679770364679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-478378878410147779</id><published>2008-11-10T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:40:10.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digits !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;"if you want to be a hero ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;you must have dreams .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;embrace your dreams ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;protect your honour ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i want to be a hero !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i want to save the world .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i have dreams of being a super hero .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;but in reality ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;there's no such things as people who can fly ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;shoot lazers from their eyeballs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;no .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;on the real world ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;there's only you and me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;just people .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;with no extraordinary powers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;we do not wear coloured undies outside of our pants .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;yeah ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;we are just normal people !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;but normal people can do amazing stuff !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i want to say that ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;everyone of us is a hero ourself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;we are heroes inside .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;9.32 a.m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;the boredom just keeps striking again &amp;amp; again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;only the difference about today &amp;amp; yesterday is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;its raining today ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;as in in the morning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;so im feeling really chilly right now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;my legs are shivering .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;even my manchester united blanket doesnt cover the cold .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;damn cold !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;maybe in the afternoon im going out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;maybe meeting izzuan or hasroy the all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;i hope its not going to be a boring day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;my day already started off boring !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;so lets not make the day boring kayy dudes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;so long suckers !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-478378878410147779?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/478378878410147779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=478378878410147779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/478378878410147779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/478378878410147779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/11/digits.html' title='digits !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3250528746089367552</id><published>2008-11-09T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:36:39.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello , im haniz !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;omg god !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;its only 6.28pm &amp;amp; my day is like so damnit BORING !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;leypaked with wan just now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;so much "fun" we had .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;yeah ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;just sitting there at the yishun garden dewan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;just the two of us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i cant go BBH ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;because im broke .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i met wan at one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;then we leypak ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sit down .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;bbual cones .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;until 4 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;then i went home ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;he went BBH .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;dier ader duit bleh lah gi saner .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ahaahhahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;then i went home to sleep .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;then i sleep wake up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i write this setupido blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ohkkay ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;those are the only words i have to say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;BORING DAY TODAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3250528746089367552?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3250528746089367552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3250528746089367552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3250528746089367552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3250528746089367552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-im-haniz.html' title='hello , im haniz !'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3930242015871075906</id><published>2008-11-07T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:36:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiwe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;im on the phone with roy,&lt;br /&gt;he's damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;he keeps asking me to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he told me to write all thats above here.&lt;br /&gt;roy wants me to call him mohammid...&lt;br /&gt;OOPPPPPPPSSS !&lt;br /&gt;i mean mohamad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he wants to call me abDOL from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my name is abDOLDONGENG.&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i want to sell pork dendeng!"&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a pornstar...&lt;br /&gt;CHEYYY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy,&lt;br /&gt;ehkkk !!&lt;br /&gt;i mean mohamad.&lt;br /&gt;please hurry up go home.&lt;br /&gt;u are talking to me about things.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sorry to say.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT LISTENING TO ANY OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkkay,&lt;br /&gt;about my day.&lt;br /&gt;its been fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;its ashhy's birthday !&lt;br /&gt;anna made a cake for her.&lt;br /&gt;its so damn sweet...!!&lt;br /&gt;as in the cake not what anna is doing for ashhy.&lt;br /&gt;faisal,jymy,boykecyek,mohamed,mulia,anna,ashhy,emy &amp;amp; mira were there to celebrate her BDAE .&lt;br /&gt;it was so much fun lah,&lt;br /&gt;i bought her balloons,bubble &amp;amp; sprinklers/sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;wow !&lt;br /&gt;just an hour or so of fun &amp;amp; eating cake was so much fun than i can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;then we eat cake,&lt;br /&gt;pop balloons,&lt;br /&gt;played with sprinklers/sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun day,&lt;br /&gt;sad the fun lasted for until 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;then LR,without emy, had to meet FIONA XUE.!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate them for that !&lt;br /&gt;super-pissed off !!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;then me and the other "abang2" leypak at kedai kopi.&lt;br /&gt;but kechyk had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;he work at geylang he said...&lt;br /&gt;i called him yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;this is how the convo goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan:hello ! =)&lt;br /&gt;abDOL:see me taichi ?&lt;br /&gt;wan:ye sayang ?&lt;br /&gt;abDOL:ehk kechyk, leypak per ?&lt;br /&gt;wan:kerje ah siol !&lt;br /&gt;abDOL:kaw kerje aper sial ?&lt;br /&gt;wan:kerje kat geylang...&lt;br /&gt;abDOL:jual jubo ehk ?&lt;br /&gt;wan:takde lah ! aku ngan abang aku ah ...&lt;br /&gt;abDOL:kaw ngan abang kaw jual jubo skali ?&lt;br /&gt;wan:ah ah ..&lt;br /&gt;abDOL: ohkkay....&lt;br /&gt;wan:cheyy FAKE ! aku kerje bapak ayam uh.&lt;br /&gt;abDOL: mak kaw peh ayam bodoh..!&lt;br /&gt;wan:serious !!&lt;br /&gt;abDOL:BETOL2 lah sial !&lt;br /&gt;wan:cheyy FAKE ! aku kerje wedding decoration lah sayang .&lt;br /&gt;abDOL:hotak kaw!&lt;br /&gt;wan:betol lah .&lt;br /&gt;abDOL:ohkkay.. kaw nak tahu bende?&lt;br /&gt;wan: aper ?&lt;br /&gt;abDOL: DIAM UH !!&lt;br /&gt;wan:yeah , hanniz sayang aku !! sayang kaw jugak sayang.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats how the story goes . stupid right ?&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha .&lt;br /&gt;well thats just wan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;talking about frens ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i cant be mad at you dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i do not know why ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but im not sad nor angry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i just cant lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you were my 1st true/best fren at NBSS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1st day i met u already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;u asked me come to your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;as in not to your house to have intercourses that guys arent suppose to have with each other lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we like at that time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;have known each other for like 10 years plus plus .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but no !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;we just knew each other from then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;thats when i found my true best fren .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;not being gay or shit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but that's who we are and what we've become and it will always stay that way .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;this is jiwe dok .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i know , u know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;nothing will ever break up our frenship with each other .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;somemore ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i treat your parents like my own parents .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;only that i treat my real mum like she one big minah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i talk to my real mum sat2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;as in the jokingly way lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but i've never talked to your parents like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;its like i treat your mother like my own mother .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;like somehow darah mak kaw ngan aku samer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;like we jiwe like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;thats what we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;you and me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&amp;amp; thats what we will always be .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;trust me on that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&amp;amp; i won't go back on my words .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehati sejiwe .&lt;br /&gt;rusty studs .!!&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkkay .&lt;br /&gt;i just wrote that all when hasroy was outside till now he's at home .&lt;br /&gt;now he's irritating me at his MSN.&lt;br /&gt;CB !&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;jiwe .&lt;br /&gt;thats we are ehk roy !&lt;br /&gt;cheyyy !&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare my frens &amp;amp; the others ...blah blah blah ! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3930242015871075906?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3930242015871075906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3930242015871075906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3930242015871075906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3930242015871075906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/11/jiwe.html' title='jiwe'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-3882178112072716514</id><published>2008-11-02T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:04:14.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one after another .?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its like ...&lt;br /&gt;i do not know myself anymore .&lt;br /&gt;images of hatred and emotions of sadness been running through me lately .&lt;br /&gt;but i know ,&lt;br /&gt;i know im not sad .&lt;br /&gt;hatred ,&lt;br /&gt;but not towards anyone .&lt;br /&gt;but myself .&lt;br /&gt;maybe because of plainly hanging out under the void deck is telling me that i have no life .&lt;br /&gt;lifeless .&lt;br /&gt;i should be looking for a job ,&lt;br /&gt;instead im hanging out under the blocks ,&lt;br /&gt;just sitting around ,&lt;br /&gt;chit-chatting with my friends ...&lt;br /&gt;not trying to imply anything towards them though ..&lt;br /&gt;maybe what my dad said to me was true ..&lt;br /&gt;"kaw anak yang tak sadar diri kaw saper ."&lt;br /&gt;his words and vulgar have been running inside my head .&lt;br /&gt;and its like ..&lt;br /&gt;i've been so mean to my parents .&lt;br /&gt;thats why my mum said ....&lt;br /&gt;u are not like the haniz ,&lt;br /&gt;the son whom i used to love like last time .&lt;br /&gt;my mum said ..&lt;br /&gt;the hugs at the motivation camp ....&lt;br /&gt;do they mean anything .&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself and my mom that i wouldnt play truant .&lt;br /&gt;but i still did ...&lt;br /&gt;thats why she said that .&lt;br /&gt;nobody like knows who i really am right now .&lt;br /&gt;not my family ,&lt;br /&gt;not anybody ,&lt;br /&gt;not even me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fasting month has passed .&lt;br /&gt;so is the one month of raya .&lt;br /&gt;things have changed .&lt;br /&gt;what we all expect to happen ,&lt;br /&gt;didnt happen .&lt;br /&gt;and what we didnt expect it to happen ..&lt;br /&gt;it happened .&lt;br /&gt;no use regretting now .&lt;br /&gt;i said this many times to myself and to the others ...&lt;br /&gt;"dah tak gune nak menyesal skrng . aper dah jadi , dah telah jadi . cume yg boleh buat jer .. ubah atau tunggu ."&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt that its pointless waiting .&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the right moment or whatever bullshit i said .&lt;br /&gt;might as well just move on with life .&lt;br /&gt;or get a new one perhaps .&lt;br /&gt;yahh .&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats what im supposed to do .&lt;br /&gt;get a new life .&lt;br /&gt;should probably change my name to haniz abdul or mr . dongeng ...&lt;br /&gt;well ...&lt;br /&gt;for starters .&lt;br /&gt;i think i should stop my dongengness .&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah faifai roy and wan ..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;but when im serious about something ...&lt;br /&gt;it is true .&lt;br /&gt;not dongeng .&lt;br /&gt;so i should wait ..&lt;br /&gt;NO !&lt;br /&gt;i should not wait .&lt;br /&gt;just start anew NOW .&lt;br /&gt;i guess by doing that ...&lt;br /&gt;i will start realising who haniz bin hamid is .&lt;br /&gt;the real haniz .&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the things that i do ...&lt;br /&gt;may not always seem right .&lt;br /&gt;so im sorry mom dad friends ..&lt;br /&gt;for my wrong-doings towards u guys .&lt;br /&gt;and mom ...&lt;br /&gt;those hugs do not mean nothing .&lt;br /&gt;it did mean something .&lt;br /&gt;doesnt mean im bad ,&lt;br /&gt;im always bad is it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm .&lt;br /&gt;its all gods fate .&lt;br /&gt;allahwahlam .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i wouldnt mind .&lt;br /&gt;just be happy and stay happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fullstop .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-3882178112072716514?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3882178112072716514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=3882178112072716514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3882178112072716514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/3882178112072716514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-after-another.html' title='one after another .?'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-1002391690890934267</id><published>2008-10-30T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:11:23.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyahh !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;for this past few days , it seems that i have been leypaking still . i still havent find a job . but i hope i get a job ASAP !! later got no money how ? haiyayaya ! so today , roy and me are going to find a job at sentosa . i heard its like macdonalds sial the pay . $5.40 on normal days . but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nevermind lah . no pain no gain mah ! the interview is 3pm later . so now i can slack at home for awhile . maybe meeting izzwan . he muker rokok only siak . ajak him go leypak he say dont want . i say i blanja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;him a box of ciggerettes then he come . CB WAN ! hahahaha . tkper lah . kater member . saling blanja mem blanje each other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;. hahaha . tngh tunggu claim ajer duit aku wan . i still waiting ... yesterday , wahh leypak again . macam biase . yesterday i bought 2 boxes . just like that 10 dollars gone . so we leypak .. then ANANANANANAS !!! so long nvr eat there . its like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;everytime we go sembwang leypak .. its always ... anananas first . makan ananas then we move off . then after makan at the huge dewan infront of the MRT .. we leypak bbual kosong . then just sit down . then somebody came up with a stupid idea . there was a man sleeping opposite of where we were sitting . he slept without his slippers on . so we planned to take his slipper and hide it somewhere . actually my plan was to "decorate" his slippers with daun kering , all the daun or litter lying around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;. then faisal took the man's slippers without warning and ran off . i had to run too incase shit happens then i kena . i was like holding my laughter back while running . then faisal , motherfcuker he , he go throw that man's slipper into an oncomming garbage disposal truck that was turning into the carpark . i was like .. TAK PERLU SAK FAISAL !! seriously . that was like major . bastard siak ! so we went to the other dewan near the endevour primary there . then wee leypak lah . while waiting for the arrival of peter north &amp;amp; his chicks . (khidhir &amp;amp; diana the gang) . so we wait lah . we like wondered ... his history class finish like quite early like around&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11 like that .. then he came out from the school at 1.45 like that . we never expect to see khid and diana with the rest . hahaha . so we suspected he waited for them at school for 2 hours or so ? hahahaha . khidhir cannot be called pornstar anymore .. he said dah insaf . he said since he started working got gaji he become mr.richman . rokok free flow ajer . haha ! so we leypak lah . ram ady dian maisarah , dian suman , roy , faisal , khidhir ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;izzwan , anna , mira , ashhy , fahim , saiful . ribut lah smlm . all the express students also came to leypak . haha . ady peh member lah . but they gerek lah . haha . then leypak2 leypak2 ... do stupid things . and then !! got dillemma siak !! ashhy punched ady's PHD and ady like orang nk mampos siak . he cannot angkat the pain nor could he angkat the swollen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;, bruised piece of pokky ? OUCH ! so me and ady went to corner to this fitness corner to talk . then ashhy came with mira . ashhy was like so sorry that she did that to ady . so we sat at the fitness corner to chat . well it was fun talking to them . but what wasnt fun was ... we were talking about things which are not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;supposed to be talked about . but fun . i learned alot of things . faisal taught me that the colors pink white and red are virgins . so me and ady are still virgins !! wooooooooooooohoooooooo ! ehk faisal ? entah lah kaw nyer theory btol ke tidak . so thats was just yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A FUN DAY YESTERDAY WAS !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-1002391690890934267?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1002391690890934267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=1002391690890934267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1002391690890934267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/1002391690890934267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyahh.html' title='eyahh !!!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5401190670442828015</id><published>2008-10-24T22:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:39:38.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its hard lah .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ugly is we are on . im sucumm-bed to the images of the macrebrere and grostesger . its diff 2 comprehend the enormous city of my insane city . i cant fly but on wednesdays only . and recently illustrate of deaths play my head broken back style . that aside i have pillowphobia . plus i vow to have peter norths hair when im 15 . and i dream of toys and haute contorneere . tmrw i eat pork . its the day i turn 92 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this from myra's blog . this is all that i understand !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well today , yeah today is one of those ... (damn , maner nie shah hamzah siol . asal dier tk dtng ?) but actually he's at u-know-where . by the way , shah kirim syg and salam and hugs pat semuer orang yg dier kenal . i think .? so today , was like damn fun lah fun lah fun lah sehh ! sentosa BEB !! kecoh per ? AINK ! we makan , minum ..? there all we do alot of things ah . WHAT ! alot of things lah WHAT ! alot of things lah WHAT ! . and then we do nothing lah . cheyy , but actually we did crappy shit stuff , yeah . mandi air laut jack .! me dany azurah azmi emi ady fahim izzuan faisal roy anna were there today . kecohreble lah just now . got people die lah , got this gay-shit guy go rubber rubber his GF peh KUEH TARTS ? yeah . tapi the girl face PEARCH LAH ! wabak dokk ! then uh . we all go mandi lah . air laut . wahh ... me and faisal all the way dalam air . tapi air nye surut mcm ape . then the sea water damn dirty man !! pissed off lah ! but i did had fun . alot of fun . but not too much lah . because i had to go early . then .. mandi and mandi , played mcm2 games siak . tapi takde orang amek gambar .! dooooooofoooooooooos ! so we then leypak under the pondok , i mean shelter , skjp jer . then mandi lagi . makan keropok cheese . minum miranda oren . dah itu jek untuk yg di makan minum . terus mandi mandi ! main sumo , friesbie . !! man ! today was like fun habis nyer day . the funnest day lah . but when mandi2 my leg got cramped ! ouchhed ! then we play alot of games . but the life guard banned us from playing one game . the breathe under water as long as u can game . siak peh lifeguard ! hehe ! i think i had enough of writing about my fun . later somebody get jealous how ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hehehehehe !&lt;br /&gt;goodbye blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-5401190670442828015?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5401190670442828015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=5401190670442828015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5401190670442828015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/5401190670442828015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-hard-lah.html' title='its hard lah .'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5240251560776173816</id><published>2008-10-22T19:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:10:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i give up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i give up seriously .&lt;br /&gt;seriously-shit talking .&lt;br /&gt;well u were right myra ...&lt;br /&gt;"whats the rush" ..&lt;br /&gt;just wait for something to start anew or something .&lt;br /&gt;just get a new life .&lt;br /&gt;find a new way to live .&lt;br /&gt;for now i want to just chill and sit one corner .&lt;br /&gt;but im still waiting .&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something magnificent to happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;what does friends mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;'a person whom you know well and whom you like a lot, but who is usually not a member of your family'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;my dad told me that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;he said that friends ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;they bring both joy and misery .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;bring u to sadness ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;drive u insane .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;makes u angry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;always disobey the parents .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;thats what my dad said .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but to me friends ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yeah , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;it does means all of the above .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;and i feel what my father said was ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;actually true .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i did feel all of that ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;all those feelings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the pain involved .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the hatred amongst one friend and another .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i made new friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i lost old friends . (my AES friends) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;so now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i just want to say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;dont let history repeat itself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;im happy with this position that i am now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;dont want anyone to ruin this happiness .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;just stay happy my friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;mr.SUPERHOTSTUFF !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;u do have frens lah dengs ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;what am i to u ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i aint a fren ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ohyeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SEDARE JACK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;hahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so today ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;today .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;today ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;just a normal ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;leypak under my block .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;quite buzy in the morning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i was with ein and we were looking for a place where we lepas buying NEXT KECHILL .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;bangla pronounce it that way .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so yeah ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;we search and search but we cannot find a place to buy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so we gave up and went to under my block there ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the usual place i buy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then slack for awhile .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;faifai &amp;amp; wawan went my house .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;print some OBS stuff .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;makan asam pedas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;faifai ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wahhh ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;makan tkder insurance siak !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;preety much that was my day lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hope tmrw will be a good day ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahahah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;take care blog !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&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/2575929958862256218-5240251560776173816?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5240251560776173816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-2575929958862256218.post-536052734252428410</id><published>2008-10-22T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:00:22.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i give up /</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-536052734252428410?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/536052734252428410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=536052734252428410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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last leypaked .?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell !&lt;br /&gt;so boring man !&lt;br /&gt;screw my ezlink card lah !&lt;br /&gt;no money no honey !&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ,&lt;br /&gt;im now with no money .&lt;br /&gt;i have no cash with me .&lt;br /&gt;for all those people who want to poon with me this or that ...&lt;br /&gt;im sry !&lt;br /&gt;im with no money dudes &amp;amp;&amp;amp; dudettes .&lt;br /&gt;so friday was a bore .&lt;br /&gt;nenek had to go hospital .&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what happen to her lah .&lt;br /&gt;but hope she's fine .&lt;br /&gt;so im stuck all day at home .&lt;br /&gt;need to take care of my dickheaded brother !&lt;br /&gt;the whole day was like ..&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U LAH HAKIM !&lt;br /&gt;CLEAN UP THE MESS LAH DUMBASS !&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH U !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; THERE'S A DIFFRENCE BETWEEN POND , PORN &amp;amp; PAWN !&lt;br /&gt;he got the computer in a virus state .&lt;br /&gt;but lucky got the anti-virus shit .&lt;br /&gt;ass-holer my bro !&lt;br /&gt;yeah ,&lt;br /&gt;my bro went to PORN sites .&lt;br /&gt;omg ,&lt;br /&gt;he thought porn is a game .&lt;br /&gt;well ,&lt;br /&gt;NOW HE KNOWS WHAT THAT MEANS !&lt;br /&gt;yeah so that was friday .&lt;br /&gt;saturday ,&lt;br /&gt;today ,&lt;br /&gt;was like shit .&lt;br /&gt;im so bored at home .&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do .&lt;br /&gt;really guys ...&lt;br /&gt;if i had money to top-up my ezlink ...&lt;br /&gt;i swear i would have come woodlands or somewhere .&lt;br /&gt;not sit here in yishun .&lt;br /&gt;my stupid house .&lt;br /&gt;so the boring !&lt;br /&gt;i want to leypak sial !!!&lt;br /&gt;izzwan ,&lt;br /&gt;call me lah kaninayah !&lt;br /&gt;leypak bwh blok aku ker ?&lt;br /&gt;yishun garden per ?&lt;br /&gt;boring siol !&lt;br /&gt;cheyy ,&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha XD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats the stupid weekends .!&lt;br /&gt;goodbye blognest monster ,&lt;br /&gt;ohkkay that was lame .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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!!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-6679131141215922345</id><published>2008-10-16T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:36:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days after days .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;its been like a few days since i blogged .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i mean its been like a week or so .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lets see ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wednesday last week ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think we just leypaked .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;man .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so long never use the word LEYPAKED in my blog .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think we just plain leypaked at helmi's .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i think .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its like so long ago .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we played under a block near helmi house there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;play ali bomb .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but then ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;got this one nabei kenteng apek scolded us for making too much noise .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then the abangabang helmi uh ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;he talk sat sat with the uncle ah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FULERMAK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;terror uh helmi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CHEYY XD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;thursday ...&lt;br /&gt;RAYE LAH DENGS !&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha .&lt;br /&gt;we went to alot of people house .&lt;br /&gt;i think about 4 people house .&lt;br /&gt;ahahah .&lt;br /&gt;thats alot of house ,&lt;br /&gt;or was it more house we went to .?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know lah .&lt;br /&gt;i forget man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;friday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i think i never go anywhere ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;wait .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i leypaked i think .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;leypak leypak leypak until 12 in the AFTERNOON .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;yeah .!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;then saturday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ohhhh WOW !.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;that day was like so much fucking fun lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;first we minum .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;then we makan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;then we dye rambut .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;but not terang .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;only shah's hair is the terangest .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;hahahahaah !.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;faisal , wan , shah , me , eddie , eddie peh abang , myra , syida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;okkay uh quite fun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;the frinking part only me eddie and shah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;prangai satu2 merepek lah that day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;then we leypak until night time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;hahahahahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sunday ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;leypak with roy , fahim , izzwan ,faisal , anna , mira , emy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh yeah , dany &amp;amp;&amp;amp; aisyah were there too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the supermegastupendust hostuffs' !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ahhahaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but slowly 1 by 1 go home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;until left me wan and faifai !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;leypaked till night about 11 like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;monday ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;played badminton in the morning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;with anna , eddie , emy , wan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then leypak in my house .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wahhlao .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i will nvr ajak girls into my house again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my nenek come to my house sial .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;want to check up on me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my brother ah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;chibai he .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;he go report strength to nenek .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then my nenek call .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my brother go say i was in my room with the girls .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then my nenek pikir lain uh ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;she thought i was ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yahh u know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BUT I WASN'T I SWEAR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then later abit faifai came .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but then emy and anna go mama house .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so just me , edd , wan &amp;amp; fai leypaked .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then syida and mahirah came my house .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;they say want to take something from me and then go home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but then they leypaked with us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;order KFC sial !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;under the block makan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;wahh damn seleker siak me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;hahahhaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then jumpe shah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;we drank again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my god .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;someone else drank too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i couldnt believe my eyes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so still waiting for 44 days to be finished .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ahahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;then leypak till night at 9.45 like that then chow .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tuesday ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;never go out at all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so no leypaking .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;wednesday , yesterday ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;leypak with eddie in the morning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;then he went to school .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;then he patah balik with anna wan roy they all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;so we leypaked and leypaked .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;till 9.30 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;shah came at about 7 plus .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;then we leypak leypak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;hahahahha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;then go home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;so today ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;im like waiting for anybody to call .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;its like i always leypak leypak since the start of the holidays .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;ahahah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;izzwan called me at 8 plus just now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;but i couldnt pick up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;PP8 low lah geng .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;so i will be getting ready to go down when they call me to leypak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;so i will be waiting .! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wkakakakakakaka !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-6679131141215922345?l=one-touchrecovery.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-2575929958862256218.post-703144376010723394</id><published>2008-10-07T07:38:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:03:44.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yesterdays leypaking was so fun ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;we like bring one kampong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;sial go this huge dewan at sembawang .&lt;br /&gt;the fun lasted till 5 when th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;ere was some shit happend .&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh ! bullshit lah all this .&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;just look at how stupid we guys look when leypaking .&lt;br /&gt;stupidity meter ------------&gt; 100% .!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SOqh1Wb1i-I/AAAAAAAAACo/SXkzQNrBXyw/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SOqh1Wb1i-I/AAAAAAAAACo/SXkzQNrBXyw/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SOqh1Wb1i-I/AAAAAAAAACo/SXkzQNrBXyw/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254189853208579042" style="FLOAT: left; 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SOqjmzBWtGI/AAAAAAAAADg/pTnlwN91840/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254191802207351906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SOqjmzBWtGI/AAAAAAAAADg/pTnlwN91840/s200/DSC01925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SOqh1Wb1i-I/AAAAAAAAACo/SXkzQNrBXyw/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;well that was our day .&lt;br /&gt;so fun lah yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;makan ,&lt;br /&gt;chat ,&lt;br /&gt;run from police .&lt;br /&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;running from police.&lt;br /&gt;run lah somemore .&lt;br /&gt;no point .&lt;br /&gt;at the en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;d of the day ..&lt;br /&gt;no one kene caught .&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhha !&lt;br /&gt;u guys are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;BELO'S my frens .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i go mandi ,&lt;br /&gt;makan .&lt;br /&gt;play the comm but forget to go blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WOW !&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked that fiah could complete 4 drawing boards in about 1 day or so .&lt;br /&gt;i need like at least a week sial to complete ONE board only .&lt;br /&gt;hope she pass her art lah .&lt;br /&gt;if not too bad ..&lt;br /&gt;retain or something .&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha !&lt;br /&gt;chey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;once again i want to say ,&lt;br /&gt;good luck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;for those who still are having exams .&lt;br /&gt;must pass .!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;then later everyone happy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-703144376010723394?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/703144376010723394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=703144376010723394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/703144376010723394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2575929958862256218/posts/default/703144376010723394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterdays-leypaking-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5MPwh0RgK8c/SOqh1Wb1i-I/AAAAAAAAACo/SXkzQNrBXyw/s72-c/DSC01890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2575929958862256218.post-3988012379622093061</id><published>2008-10-04T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:34:34.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bastard siak haniz .</title><content type='html'>current feelings ----&gt; SAD =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i have been a bastard to my mother .&lt;br /&gt;i mean ..&lt;br /&gt;she asked me go raye-ing .&lt;br /&gt;and i declined it lah .&lt;br /&gt;i said i was malas .&lt;br /&gt;i damn lazy what .&lt;br /&gt;u know me right .&lt;br /&gt;im haniz .&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah .&lt;br /&gt;but what made me really feel like shit is when she cried that i didnt follow her go raye-ing .&lt;br /&gt;haishhh .&lt;br /&gt;mengelur jek pade tadi .&lt;br /&gt;rase kesal .&lt;br /&gt;tk tahu lah aper nk jadi ngan kaw haniz .&lt;br /&gt;kaw peh bodoh .&lt;br /&gt;so all the way at home .&lt;br /&gt;alone .&lt;br /&gt;so lonely .&lt;br /&gt;lucky amirah teman me all the way till night ..&lt;br /&gt;she adviced me lah ..&lt;br /&gt;telling me what a bad doofus i was ..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks amirah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy now dah action .&lt;br /&gt;dah dapat PSP baru .&lt;br /&gt;tak habes2 ngan PSP dier .&lt;br /&gt;haiya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkkay lah thats all .&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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.'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-1969758395623607909</id><published>2008-10-04T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:08:40.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its been a long time since i blogged .&lt;br /&gt;now its like saturday &amp;amp; its like 12.33 in the afternoon .&lt;br /&gt;wow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to say that ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;MY EXAMS ARE OVER .!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;NO NEED TO COME TO SCHOOL !!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;MY FRIENDS ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU GUYS OUTSIDE SCHOOL . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;OHKKAY !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muahahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;im evil .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;exam might be over .&lt;br /&gt;but when i get back the results .&lt;br /&gt;then i'll see where i stand and where to go to .&lt;br /&gt;hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but for now .&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY ENJOY ENJOY !&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER !&lt;br /&gt;3 months break sial !&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;something like that lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well for those who are still having exams .&lt;br /&gt;all the best for u guys .&lt;br /&gt;hope u dont get too stressed out .&lt;br /&gt;and make sure u guys study harder .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hari raye this year like not fun sial .&lt;br /&gt;i only went to one house for raye .&lt;br /&gt;i feel that raye now very boring .&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i didnt fast properly or something .&lt;br /&gt;or i didnt fast at all .?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ,&lt;br /&gt;who knows .?&lt;br /&gt;thats why i feel that no point raye-ing when i never puase .&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;for those who puase properly .&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raye to u guys ehk .&lt;br /&gt;and for those who also never fast properly .&lt;br /&gt;still selamat hari raye .&lt;br /&gt;maaf zahir dan batin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;this past few days has been always happy for me .&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have less problems .&lt;br /&gt;best still .&lt;br /&gt;the last day of my paper ..&lt;br /&gt;which was yesterday ..&lt;br /&gt;i went to jamming after my last paper .&lt;br /&gt;dany SUPERHOTSTUFF' came along .&lt;br /&gt;well ,&lt;br /&gt;he was bored .&lt;br /&gt;dont want to go home early nyer pasal ,&lt;br /&gt;so he followed me go jamming .&lt;br /&gt;but before that ..&lt;br /&gt;he bought this cream thingy .&lt;br /&gt;and then he dont want share with me .&lt;br /&gt;pelokek .&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaha .&lt;br /&gt;takpe dany ,&lt;br /&gt;aku pun bleh beli lah tu barang .&lt;br /&gt;wakakakakakaka ...&lt;br /&gt;so went jamming .&lt;br /&gt;wah CB .&lt;br /&gt;jamming 2 hours sial .&lt;br /&gt;i paid about 4 bucks only .&lt;br /&gt;sorry uh .&lt;br /&gt;gaji blum masuk uh .&lt;br /&gt;CHEY !&lt;br /&gt;so we jam jam jam .&lt;br /&gt;khidir was like a maniac ..&lt;br /&gt;singing .&lt;br /&gt;playing almost all the instruments .&lt;br /&gt;we made that jam room like our own house like that .&lt;br /&gt;we like not serious when playing .&lt;br /&gt;just like for fun enjoyment day like that ,&lt;br /&gt;but overall ohkkay lah the jamming session .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;well shah .&lt;br /&gt;i hope u are doing well .&lt;br /&gt;so long since i last heard from u .&lt;br /&gt;are u ohkkay or not .?&lt;br /&gt;when will we be meeting u again .?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;haiyoo !&lt;br /&gt;chey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;today is the start of a new beginning .&lt;br /&gt;i have already finish school .&lt;br /&gt;i want to change myself ...&lt;br /&gt;for the better .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;so take care .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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!'/><author><name>Hanzo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09442304070331354122</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-2575929958862256218.post-5638057391393878566</id><published>2008-09-28T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:10:48.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;saturday was like so damn fun lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;a day out with my aunt &amp;amp;&amp;amp; mother is like so cool .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;the laughter &amp;amp;&amp;amp; lame-shitness we all had .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hahahaha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;actually the day started out suckish .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;i had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; to go cut my hair .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now im almost bald .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i look wierd with no hair .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yucks man .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;want to borrow eddie's cap also he lokek .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;assholer he .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;then after cut my hair ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;leypaked at my house untill bout 4.30 like that ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aunt imah me and mother went out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we go walk2 look for my pants at marsiling lame .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then bought 2 new jeans &amp;amp;&amp;amp; one there quaters bermudas .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i think .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;wahhh ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;so damn tiring sial .. i did all that in about a 1 hour , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;before it was time to buke .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;i reached the restaurant rasa-rasa sedap at about 5 mins before azan .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;then ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;our food orders all come already .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; for my drink .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;when buke , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;i just stared at everyones drink .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;when my drink came ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EVERYONE STARED AT MINE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;MUAHAAHHAHAHHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my mango shake thingy drink shit thing ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;it tastes awesome .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;so power pack sial .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;then went to buy stuff for my mom &amp;amp;&amp;amp; aunt .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;terserempak azmi &amp;amp; his whole family .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;but his mum not there lah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;his father looked scary .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;but i think his frenly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; the son ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;CEH !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;then walking walking walking ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;terserempak Fifi another sedare .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;dah due dah sedare tersermpak .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hahahaha !.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;then bbual kosong ngan si minah wrep itu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mcm nk swing jek muker sedare ku yg tersyg .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hahahahahha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;then balik rumah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;sleeep sleep sleeep sleeep !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;then wake up sahur .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;sleep sleep sleeeep sleeeep !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;then now wake up blog .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;wakkakakakaka !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ohkkay .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;i think thats all for today .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;btw .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;happie b-dae azmi - jymy genji takaya nakamura .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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the normal slackshit day for me .&lt;br /&gt;boring like hell have lah .&lt;br /&gt;its like ..&lt;br /&gt;no point man coming to school .&lt;br /&gt;i dont even study ,&lt;br /&gt;because all the teachers don't even teach .&lt;br /&gt;after school ..&lt;br /&gt;leypak at the Sembawang peh dewan .&lt;br /&gt;well ...&lt;br /&gt;like always go home around 5 plus 6 like that .&lt;br /&gt;then at night we leypak .&lt;br /&gt;as usual ,&lt;br /&gt;it would be me ,roy ,faisal ,izzwan .&lt;br /&gt;but then suddenly got this one gerl wearing tudung ,&lt;br /&gt;she came to leypak with us .&lt;br /&gt;check check file ...&lt;br /&gt;its anna .&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA !&lt;br /&gt;she lied to her dad just to go out to leypak with us .&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwww .&lt;br /&gt;so the sweet .&lt;br /&gt;leypak leypak &amp;amp;&amp;amp; leypak .&lt;br /&gt;until its time to go home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEDNESDAY !&lt;br /&gt;another boring day .&lt;br /&gt;no hot stories .&lt;br /&gt;same as always .&lt;br /&gt;leypak .&lt;br /&gt;dewan .&lt;br /&gt;buke .&lt;br /&gt;leypak .&lt;br /&gt;sembawang .&lt;br /&gt;go die with today lah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;THURSDAY !&lt;br /&gt;i brought my guitar to school today .&lt;br /&gt;because today got art .&lt;br /&gt;i got freaking freaking freaking pissed off when i brought my guitar &amp;amp;&amp;amp; koh never bring her camera .&lt;br /&gt;then cannot take pictures for my art .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; then she got mad at me when i never do my art .&lt;br /&gt;but she never print for me the pics ..&lt;br /&gt;wah kaninah .&lt;br /&gt;sot sial !&lt;br /&gt;then later after school .&lt;br /&gt;i paitaoed mr.s koh to come for art .&lt;br /&gt;so as usual we go to the dewan to leypak .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; fortunately i brought my guitar mah .&lt;br /&gt;so we recorded some jiwangan songs .&lt;br /&gt;then then then ..&lt;br /&gt;got this two gerls who came to the dewan .&lt;br /&gt;then i looked at them .&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed it was amirah &amp;amp;&amp;amp; shahirah edora tralalalala ?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;so they leypaked with us too .&lt;br /&gt;guess what ..?&lt;br /&gt;all at the dewan that day didnt fast .&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE !&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;went home kena lectured siak .&lt;br /&gt;macam mak dier peh mummy !&lt;br /&gt;my father lah .&lt;br /&gt;ram my head .&lt;br /&gt;knn he .&lt;br /&gt;so then we leypaked at the wdlnds area again .&lt;br /&gt;faisal came late .&lt;br /&gt;he was from geylang &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he bought some kueh raye for us to eat .&lt;br /&gt;sedap siol !.&lt;br /&gt;then went home .&lt;br /&gt;sleepp. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FRIDAY !&lt;br /&gt;today before school start,&lt;br /&gt;met roy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; izzwan ..&lt;br /&gt;we went school with emily hyper ,ashhy chinese &amp;amp; diyanah .&lt;br /&gt;i hated walking lah seriously .&lt;br /&gt;they asked me to walk to school .&lt;br /&gt;i hated it sial !&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha !&lt;br /&gt;then in school .&lt;br /&gt;wah peh mendak .&lt;br /&gt;study physics .&lt;br /&gt;for the last time in my life .&lt;br /&gt;then after physics .&lt;br /&gt;i made a chaos out of the whole school .&lt;br /&gt;by throwing paper all over the whole row of sec 4 class .&lt;br /&gt;but then ....&lt;br /&gt;i got stopped .&lt;br /&gt;i had to cleaned up the shit i left myself ,&lt;br /&gt;all the papers .&lt;br /&gt;so after school leypaked AGAIN at the sembawang dewan .&lt;br /&gt;ashhy was there !!&lt;br /&gt;so happy sial !&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;ashhy is very frenly .&lt;br /&gt;she's really fun to be around with .&lt;br /&gt;then we leypaked till only 4 plus .&lt;br /&gt;but quite fun lah .&lt;br /&gt;azizi &amp;amp;&amp;amp; azmi played left touch .&lt;br /&gt;wah so fun sial see they all play .&lt;br /&gt;but fahim play even more fun to see .&lt;br /&gt;but fahim fucking ganas lah he play .&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;leypaked &amp;amp; leypaked !&lt;br /&gt;then ashhy had to go home .&lt;br /&gt;so sad sial .&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;oh &amp;amp; i still owe her a choclate bar .&lt;br /&gt;oh man .&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ,&lt;br /&gt;so then later i went home with izzwan .&lt;br /&gt;because eddie didnt come to school must layan this izzwan .&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;but izzwan quite fun lah .&lt;br /&gt;only his hair he dont know how to style .&lt;br /&gt;i got new specs . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i look like a total nerd .&lt;br /&gt;which is damn cool to me lah !&lt;br /&gt;then at night leypaked with roy only .&lt;br /&gt;member kaye siol .&lt;br /&gt;hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;so we bought drinks &amp;amp;&amp;amp; drank from 8-10 pm .&lt;br /&gt;we bought MR.M too .&lt;br /&gt;sedap siol !&lt;br /&gt;gerek geng .&lt;br /&gt;then went home to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats my whole week .&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2575929958862256218-9176900289945617709?l=one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://one-touchrecovery.blogspot.com/feeds/9176900289945617709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2575929958862256218&amp;postID=9176900289945617709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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