<?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-6978626</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:28:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Place</title><subtitle type='html'>About all you've done to me. Yes you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978626.post-112078567209521619</id><published>2005-07-08T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:21:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And All Hopes Are Lost</title><content type='html'>And so i kept my fingers crossed all the way from home, to school. BUt i guess luck went the other way. This is absolute bullshit. Haha. What have i been doing for the past 3 nights? Nothing but coming to school just to realise my final work saved in my ipod cannot be retrieved. And All Hopes Are Lost. Or is there any pieces left? I don't know. I'm so desperat for a savior right now. God, if you're gonna do something you have to do something quick. I spent 3 nights on this. I can't let it go down to the drain. BLEH. what am i saying? Has blogspot turned into ur confession to god? haha wtf. Ok i need sleep. I want to sleep. If there's anything else i can do now. It's to hug my baby to sleep now. She's the best ok. Yes i'm telling everyone she's the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. I'm just too tired to know. Gotta work later. Where's my share of fun!!! ARGH! HAHA! I'M GOING CRAZY! MUAHAHA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I always find you here, at the time and place just when I thought this world was unfair."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-112078567209521619?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/112078567209521619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=112078567209521619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/112078567209521619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/112078567209521619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-all-hopes-are-lost.html' title='And All Hopes Are Lost'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-111727406073532973</id><published>2005-05-28T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:26:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place For Grp 12</title><content type='html'>Ah. The final days of the holidays have arrived. Now it's times like these when everyone starts complaining about school reopening. Same goes for me, but it's a little different now. It's gonna be Year 2, its gonna be Tough, but i guess the hardest thing to accept is that i have to leave my group now. It's 1 year but it feels like there's just so much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday spent with group 12, with the Ogls, with the seniors. I wouldn't say it's relaxing. We're like constantly given work to do, camps and orientations. Star Wars Video? Yeah all worn out during the holidays, but i'm sure we all shared the joy and laughter. I might keep telling everyone i spend more time in school than anywhere else this holiday, well... it's just another way of saying i had more fun than anyone else who wasn't part of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Group 12. Here's goodbye. To all our classes that we had together, well not exactly classes. But i could hear the girls gossip and giggle, i could hear the guys screaming laughing. I could see the girls giving us the weird look, i could see the guys doing stupid things all the time. Yeah even now i could picture everything in my head. Well we have made our own videos to keep it as our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. JiaWan. Tofu. I couldn't remember when was the first time we talked to each other, u're always so quiet. But 2nd sem you started to become really blur abt the things around u. That's like really funny jus looking at u look so blur. HAHA! Scared of clowns, but yeah i'll help u wallop them if they disturb u haha! u need to work on ur chinese though. Haha! Thanks for chatting up with me when i can't sleep these few nights. Although you couldn't even count what's 18-4, you're jus so entertaining. Sorry i was wrong about u being anti social towards guys at the very beginning, you're like 1 of the nicest girl i've met. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Kit. I don't really have a nickname for u. But together we're Kit Kat. =). U, Aaron and I make a basketball team. When i play basketball in school i think if u or aaron were missing i'll feel lost. U helped me in my art works too. U helped the class. U deserve to be the top student than anyone else, not forgetting a good fren. Your talking, your ideas, always made sense. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette. I think i talk to U face to face more than any of the girls. U just seem more sociable. True enough u r, and friendly too. I think u openly show ur concern for the girls. U keep them together, u tried keeping all of us together. Well done. And i think we all appreciate it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond. Ah Long, OB kia. You're not so OB..lah. I think you've treated everyone with an equal share of respect. The Man of Man. Always ready to help your brothers. Most hardworking of all. Although every sentence of urs has a hokkien vagina in it, u're jus so kind. Thanks for all ur root beers and coke coming from ur refrigerator. Worms was definitely kick ass at ur place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanling. I think you're complicated. That's when i think about how u r. But when we all hang out you're jus nice. Retro style i see, or i think? Hehe. In any case i remembered u caring for me at beginning of this poly life. U let me know that i wasn't such a sucker for girls after all. Sometimes ur talking and pronounciation pains my ears, i jus couldn't hear u clearly. But ur meaningful speeches, or typing has been heartfelt. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadzli. Thanks for not looking down on me cause i sucked at skating. But you taught me alot about it too. Listening to loud music with me. Taking photos of u skating. Totally amazing, DUDE. haha! All this joking about asking u whether ya wanna eat bak gua, don't take it ta heart yea? I know you don't, that's what makes u cool man. Thanks for joining us in jumping off the platform and into the 4m deep sea even though u couldn't swim. Skate hard man. i'll join u jus to make u look good some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti. or Ain. Till now i still don't know which to call ya. Ok. I sat beside u at billy bombers and i can't but think why you're so quiet. Couldn't find myself a good reason but yeah if you really talked i think you could make us all laugh. From my point of view u really are Blur_queen87. Haha. Not only u talk blur u look blur. But it's the feminine look that's all over you. Thanks for letting me there's still someone gentle amongst this group of girls. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Choon. You're so selfless. Kind and caring. I think people don't really think you are frank with ur comments, but i think u r. But if u tell me my work isn't good i'll thank u. You're so honest. It makes u a really nice guy. Thanks for "acting cute" in class. U giggle like u're some kinda freak. Haha but it's funny. Now i wished i had known u better. It would've been nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen. Man-ju-sri. ISSIT? I don't know how to spell it. Neither do i know why Gab and all uses that to poke fun at u. But i think even if it is packed with bad pple. You're just not one of them. Not even from the looks of it. You jus look so innocent! haha! Always steady abt everything eh? That's nice and hard to come by. Just too bad u don't play bball anymore. We could use someone as tall as u in our team. Haha oh yeah i've always missed the chance to tell u u'll make a fine model. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel. You've been a fren that appeared in an extraordinary time. Just when i really needed to know more about music, i met you. You've taught me alot. We just have so much in common. You're one guy who's been there for me when i'm feeling low. It's jus so nice to know Prawn head is here to crack up some jokes when you're lost or stress. Storyboarding was never a success without u. Neither was anything else this class did without u. Oh yeah! Thanks for teaching me the songs i always wanted to play on the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Fang. Hmmm. I think of butterflies, i think of u. I don't know why. Haha! Ok. You've been skipping lessons in the past, so didn't really get the chance to talk to u about anything at all. But if we talked it would be about basketball. But ya know? You've got the talent for this course, and you've got the brains for almost anything else. Put it into good use yeah? Cos i'm jealous of ur talent.. hehe jk! But i guess we're alil different on our opinions for girls. ADMIT IT U ACT CUTE. HEHE jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanzhong. You're jus away from us all the time. So my only impression of u is. You always have the way to make us laugh. And i mean Always. Although i don't say it. I'd wish you'll join in the fun more often. Then we could all laugh together. I know you're bothered by personal affairs. But no matter how u look at us, we're still ur frens. Open up to us whenever ya want yea? Steady Steady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eejia. Not EEEEEEEjia right?. That was the first sms u sent me, i remembered. PRAISE ME. You're such an anime freak. Sometimes u talk real nice. And your nose is always so red. It makes u look like you're down with flu or something. Haha I always remembered you joining us guys for lunch sometimes. Thanks for not minding that you r  the only girl at those times. Honestly sometimes u're weird, but yeah down inside i feel you're someone nice. be yourself. it's all u need =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YingZhong. Holely Man. Blood brothers? haha! That's probably the only thing i couldn't understand about you. But besides that. I think you're a boy with a very clear mind of what you wanna say. You describe things very well, so well that i think i feel it. Don't look so sad all the time man. And i know alot has been going through your mind sometimes. Feel free to share! When I was low i received and Sms from u. U cared and i felt it. You've been amazing in making efforts for the whole group. U deserve the trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron. AJC. Birdman. I don't know. I'm really glad we can continue being in the same class. I really have to say i like ur presence around the class. How do we even laugh without u around? Thanks for pushing me all the way when i really tot my work sucked. Playing basketball together. Spending nights at my place and desmond's place rushing paintings and all the work in the world, i would say impossible without you keeping me awake. I know sometimes it's hard to cooperate with me. But thanks for bearing it all jus to work things out. I think everyone would agree the joy u brought to us meant the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That's about it. Group 12, Green Bottle Flies Studios, or whatever. For all the times we've spent together. Let's keep this group going even after the new semester begins. Say a hello when we see each other. Meet up once a week. Give each other some love. I'll definitely miss everyone and all the times we spent together. So no matter where we're headed for now, don't forget to look back on this memories we had yeah? i'll be seeing u guys around !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-111727406073532973?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111727406073532973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=111727406073532973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/111727406073532973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/111727406073532973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2005/05/place-for-grp-12.html' title='A Place For Grp 12'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-111168297419633640</id><published>2005-03-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:49:34.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Month</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah~ Today, in fact right now, marks the third month of Kim and I. So alright this entry will be all about us. Hmmm...How do i go about it. First day was at AMKCC.. that's where we met. can't deny that it was all at first sight. Then we got to know each other better. Then was all my suffering days of her whacking me upside down. Haha jkjk. Last christmas was memorable, the most i would say. Now it's been the 3rd month for us. Don't really know what else to say but, it's really enjoyable to be with her, even for a minute or a second. I guess i'm real lucky, to be the only one who's able to know how sweet she really can be to a boyfriend.. I know sometimes i tick u off, bring u down or hurt u in a way or another. And i feel the guilt that no matter whenever that happens, u'd still be there for me, forsaking how u feel, ur time for urself. It's what makes u so perfect to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's really no such thing as forever, i have come to learn. But i know i'm dead serious about her. 3 months is just the beginning of everything good that's gonna come. I can feel it. And that's why i'm really happy. Honey if you're reading this. I love u for everything u r and everything u're not. Thank u for my everyday. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-111168297419633640?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/111168297419633640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=111168297419633640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/111168297419633640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/111168297419633640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2005/03/3rd-month.html' title='3rd Month'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-110874705576155449</id><published>2005-02-19T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:17:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alive!</title><content type='html'>It's Alive! It's alive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i come, into this dead place, bringing revival once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i haven't been blogging lately. Anyone noticed tat i'm back again, please raise up ur hands and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened. So major changes are going to take place now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my revolution. I'm sorry but some people have to get out of my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i want to forget, since they've already decided on forgetting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this sweet. We all get what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball still rules. And i'm so inspired to play drums and guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO JAMMING AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-110874705576155449?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110874705576155449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=110874705576155449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110874705576155449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110874705576155449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s Alive!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-110484836765920432</id><published>2005-01-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:19:27.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy. Lousy lousy.</title><content type='html'>Feels like i'm lying on the ground and life laughs and kicks at me all around.. while she sings to a melody. while i feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for how long must i stay a loser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. just feel like letting my efforts go to a waste. but then again i could nv do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i lack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why look down on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Fuck. I need a cure. I'm falling into pieces. Don't try to understand me. No one ever will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-110484836765920432?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110484836765920432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=110484836765920432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110484836765920432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110484836765920432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2005/01/lousy-lousy-lousy.html' title='Lousy. Lousy lousy.'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-110278138796791776</id><published>2004-12-11T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:11:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of sushi. Went to eat sakae sushi with the basketball boys. The buffet was worth it. But we ate so much that we couldn't walk, and most of us almost puked. I'm dead serious. haha. We played missing numbers and the loser ate. Yep and poor Benjamin. He really ate alot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today james wanted to come over to seek refuge from his part time maid waking him up at 9am. So yeah he came over and we played computer games till kh joined us. Then we continued playing. KOTOR jus keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7 we met up with minshan at compass point to have dinner at KFC. Service was slow-mo. Bad bad. But i had my fill. Then we went over to james place to watch soccer. Liverpool 0 - 1 Everton. Not that i'm a fan of soccer but it's fun screaming here and there. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder. Ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. U guessed it. The only think i could be thinking about are girls recently. haha NO LA. Basketball of cos. Sigh. I'm disciplining myself to be a full time basketballer now. After i get my new shoes. I'm gonna make sure i equip myself with bball attire everyday, bring bball ta school and play whenever i have time. And shiaat, i need new bball. Mine's totally rotten. &lt;br /&gt;All along, I dare say, i've been trying so hard to improve and improve and improve. But all this while i see the same old me. The same old small boy trying and pushing his way to the top, trying to put the ball into the ring but it jus won't go in. That loser kinda feeling.. ya know? I don't know how many people feel this way too. But i know i'm bloodthirsty for something good out of myself. I want it so badly that i think i'm crazy. I know all it takes is practise. I've been doing that all these while. I'm seriously trying hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caused me to be so into this sport. I'm not really sure anymore but i know what keeps me going. Passion. I'm a true blue underdog, i'm proud to say. I hope i'll last. I want to be a player that the team trusts. I am a sub-bench, no more  !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-110278138796791776?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110278138796791776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=110278138796791776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110278138796791776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110278138796791776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/12/basketball.html' title='Basketball'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-110182840995207884</id><published>2004-11-30T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T23:26:49.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Body</title><content type='html'>Something talked me into updating tarnight. And so i shall. Yes, i am still alive, spending my days playing basketball. But i'm all broken down. Tired, restless. Not enough sleep i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a ball a ring and urself can make u feel so good. haha. Again and again and again. All i have to do is listen to the sound of the ball going into the ring. It's adrenaline and it makes me hype. So unexpectable, like saving up ur best move for the finishing. Ok the more i talk about it the more i wanna play right now. But yea, there's a price to pay and that's to waste up all ur energy for all these consecutive days of basketball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X'mas around the corner. Still i'm broke and jobless. I need skills upgrade. I need re-training. I LOVE MONEY. MONEY. And i learnt that "Winning isn't everything, just that it's the only thing that matters" Yes so i must strive to win win win. Win...erm...basketball, love, MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch, Funeral For A Friend make my day everyday. We should all buy their cds. &lt;br /&gt;But once again i'm broke. Hafta save MONEY. Don't wanna make it a disappointing christmas. Santa out. HOHOHO FUCK U ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-110182840995207884?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110182840995207884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=110182840995207884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110182840995207884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110182840995207884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/11/broken-body.html' title='Broken Body'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-110049636284921991</id><published>2004-11-15T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T13:26:02.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since i last updated. You could say i've been lazy and buzy.. Always end up feeling tired at night, yea so i couldn't bother to update. Though i had a lot to say, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the past few days playing basketball. Which was great. Better to exercise than stick around in the shelter feeling like a sick old vampire. Gonna attend the "PAL" camp tmr. I couldn't even get the details for the camp, don't even know what's it about. But i'll go. Tonight's gonna be fun, we're heading down to the garden's for bbq. JH told me yesterday afternoon out of a sudden, but alright that's gonna kill alot of time for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh my hands are itching for basketball again. But sometimes i jus hate to play alone. Yawnz. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-110049636284921991?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/110049636284921991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=110049636284921991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110049636284921991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/110049636284921991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/11/wala.html' title='Wala'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109949842505702779</id><published>2004-11-03T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:13:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Studio Project</title><content type='html'>Today starts at 5pm, where we finally reached the end of studio project. I couldn't be any happier. The feeling was fantastic! Screaming and shouting, jumping for joy, yeah i could see that everywhere. Sincerely wanna wish every DMD student happy holidays, we deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Seoul Gardens for dinner, not the whole class but i wished everyone was there. It was jus so much fun. Everyone jus chatting away while we waited for Fadz to break fast. Then we ate and ate and ate. The best part was they forced me to eat chilli, and it was kinda spicy at first, but i guess i started getting used to it. Wee kiat and Spice, how do u put 2 ironic terms together? Alil bit of 0412 and Seoul Gardens. Yeah that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we walked around, round and round and finally walked our way to Dohby Ghaut, where i tried Jim Bean cola. Cheap and nice for alcohol. And i puked. By force so that we could make that video clip. And played with 85cents made-with-gold-lighters. Then was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fun i must say, but i'm a little drowsy to type into details. So yeah pardon me. and tmr's to worry abt assessment day. not really over huh? HOPE UNKNOWN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109949842505702779?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109949842505702779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109949842505702779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109949842505702779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109949842505702779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/11/bye-studio-project.html' title='Bye Studio Project'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109906687265176878</id><published>2004-10-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:21:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Beng Skaters?</title><content type='html'>I'm super evil today. And only for a good reason. And same goes for the boys in my group. Yeah we simply rocked the level today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask why? I wouldn't hesitate ta fill you in. Day begins empty handed, except for my skateboard, cos Fadzli, Rivand and i decided to skate after school. And so the morning was pleasant, until my fren overheard some POSER called fadzli and i "Ah Beng Skaters".. Oh well being more than "happy" to receive that title, we decided to become super sarcastic with that asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back after lunch break, the whole group of us.. About 7 of us if i recalled correctly. First time i see so many of us being evil at once. But i'd like to thank them, they really pissed that dickhead off, only for us. It's really nice to see them helping out and standing united. Haha! And i didn't know Aaron smells full of sarcasm on him. He's jus fantastic. Professionals finish 2 pieces in 5 days, while ah bengs like us finish 5 in 2 days. Personal joke, but i'm seriously laughing my ass off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I couldn't care less about you. But today you've really bothered the wrong people. I might not be that good. But hey i'm here skating for fun. And that should be the main reason. NOT FOR SHOWING YOUR DICK OFF ON SOME DOUBLE RAIL BS FS. puhlease. And did you know 50-50s were grinds? not erm...some silly handstand you do on soft padded grounds? PUH LEASE once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you think you're so pretty on that skateboard? Just let me tell you. If we're entitled Ah Beng Skaters, then you might as well jus be the 1 and only POSER i would regard. I'd nv call anyone POSER, anyone but you asshole. You can't even determine if someone skates better than you, and you jus go crawling behind over backs talking shit abt us? Too arrogant. But, i dare you to come right up to my face and tell it to me. If not jus bear with sarcasm for like, 3 more days? No prob huh. Yeah. You do have a choice ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK leave it there let's talk about fun. So we went skating after school today. Zhong tagged along. We saw this real pro skater with his girlfriend. And so we were like playing hard while watching him and fadz skate. Seemed like clash of the titans to me but yeah, that guy's super nice and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break fast for the starving Fadzli and we had dinner at kfc. A decent dinner before Zhong left for work. Till 4am. That poor thing. Hope he makes it through Halloween though. Then we were under a block chilling. And chatting. Till my legs got itchy. Till our legs got itchy. And yes we had fun once again. Fadz suggested B.I.T.C.H and we did. He won definitely, undeniable, dun have to ask me twice. Haha! But hey guess what we got alot of tricks out from there. That bomb drop was really some cool shit. Really need the guts to do that shit (i doubt SOMEONE can) and my first try was quite a great fall. All worth it though. All worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109906687265176878?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109906687265176878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109906687265176878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109906687265176878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109906687265176878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/10/ah-beng-skaters.html' title='Ah Beng Skaters?'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109889018896975811</id><published>2004-10-27T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:16:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Ray Of Sunlight</title><content type='html'>Went back to Peirce to check out the last hour of the carnival. Kinda cool i guess first time this school had something this much fun packed. Bought her some cold dinner hoping she ate it. Just wanna be a friend, though i can't but i'll keep trying to make it up to you. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the carnival and everything literally ended on me. So i guess all the rush for nothing? Forget. Anyway school was packed with laughters today. In fact it was the break time. Sneaked into the lecture theatre and fooled around with the classmates. Yep, flips and all, tried and tried till i hurt the right of my ass. It's painful still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then was communication skills exam. Rather easy i guess, for someone like me who doesn't study. But i don't think i will fail and i certainly hope not. Cos retaking Communication Skills would be.........STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ya should check out Phantom planets. They've got a handful of great songs. 1 Ray of Sunlight, Anthem and the all-so-famous California. Believe me they're good. Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109889018896975811?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109889018896975811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109889018896975811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109889018896975811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109889018896975811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/10/1-ray-of-sunlight.html' title='1 Ray Of Sunlight'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109880434718641295</id><published>2004-10-26T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T23:25:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Blues for Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Guess i'll have to give Peirce Family Day a miss. Yeah.. Studio project, then Communication Skills exam, seriously jammed packed tomorrow. Well really want to be there, maybe the last hour, or 15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a little rush for time. Hope i'll finish my 5 pieces as planned tmr. If not i'm really gonna start to lag behind. But that's for tmr to worry. Tonight i'm gonna have to mug for my Comm skill paper tmr, which i doubt i will make it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got down to toa payoh after school, met jiang, jayne, mj and kh, along with rivand. It's been awhile i guess. But was fun i should say. Jayne's ever contagious laughter. Think i'm gonna grab my stomach all da way if i'm ever gonna spend 1 whole night with them. But time spent was short, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the crappiest entry i've ever written so far. Cos half my thoughts are covered by the lethargy i guess. Tired. But i can't sleep. What unwilling contradiction. Ok what was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll have a lot to go through again tmr. Gonna miss out all the fun. Oh well don't remind me, don't even tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109880434718641295?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109880434718641295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109880434718641295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109880434718641295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109880434718641295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/10/tuesday-blues-for-tomorrow.html' title='Tuesday Blues for Tomorrow'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109870569485040498</id><published>2004-10-25T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T20:01:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>Olight i'm back! Somehow thanks to jiang alil' tip from her (ONLY ALITTLE) then i found my way out of the mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..Right firstly wanna wish James happy birthday, long time ago yes, but yeah we had a great time didn't we? Jumping prawns, tom yam and chicken soup, throwing stones, surprise cake, sucking lemon, caked faces! Yeah hope we made the best out of your 17!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with life, 1st day of studio project jus ended hours ago. Rather hectic, super boring too i guess. Stuck on the chair for hours and i only completed 1 piece. I hope i'm not too slow. Cos if i am i'll freak out. But only the first day. Cool. And i got A- for my DF assignment 3. Set free from the torment, i have. The underdog have his way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things i wanna say. I don't know where to start. Have you ever wondered, what brings us to this direction? That somehow i wished i would meet u and finally 1 day i did. And yet i wasn't prepared. This may sound annoyingly like another old folk story-telling.. So i don't wish to go on. It's Suppose To Be Over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me show me show me how you do that trick~&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes me scream she said        ~&lt;br /&gt;The one that makes me laugh she said         ~ &lt;br /&gt;And threw your arms around my head           ~&lt;br /&gt;Show me how you do it and i promise you      ~&lt;br /&gt;Promise that i'll run away with you          ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109870569485040498?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109870569485040498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109870569485040498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109870569485040498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109870569485040498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/10/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109678463423893977</id><published>2004-10-03T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:23:54.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshit</title><content type='html'>Fuck this. I can't update. This is my cousin's com. My com can't type words into the txt box. I don't know why. Maybe blogspot doesn't like me. Now i don't like it. Fuck it. And fuck u. =) .out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109678463423893977?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109678463423893977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109678463423893977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109678463423893977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109678463423893977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/10/bullshit.html' title='bullshit'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109438066321650615</id><published>2004-09-05T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:43:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, As An Infinite Defination.</title><content type='html'>Olight! As you can see i've changed the pic of my blog. Rejoice to some people cos they found it rather disturbing to see a gothic young girl on my blog. The picture sums up my life i guess. All the people i know.. If you're in there you'll definitely know you're in my heart always. If you're not, i probably don't have ur photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up last night with Kh over at my place.. I drew while he study...erm yeah that was the plan actually, but we nv carried it out the way it should be.. We ended up watching whatever that was on the box, and kinda forgot about work. But still we did do! Alil'.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so because of that, I'll be staying up tonight again, but alone to finish my work, hopefully. Went to play basketball this morning with him. Man I sucked. Haven't been training much lately, became so weak.. We were playing with 2 other guys, 1 claiming that he was from peirce too (1982 batch).. Erm not really sure but who cares.. Yep like we can all expect we lost. But not really alot! And for every match we lost we had to do push ups. So it was like a total of 140 for us.. Not that i'm afraid of wearing myself out, but it's sad how...sucky i am right now.. Really can't play as well as i used to. -Sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. As specially requested by Carisa Chow Chow, i'm suppose to blog something about her. Ok. She's in my group when she's in sec1. AND I'M HER ALMIGHTY GL. Till now she fears me.... no more. Cos someone would prolly beat me up if i bully her.. -looks around- tsk tsk. Ok she's funny in a way or another. Think i'll take this chance to thank her for cheering me up when i confine problems to her. It's really great how she could spend time consoling me even though we're not close friends. That's really nice.. BLAH THAT ALL DOLKS. hehe, olight, thanks carisa, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays to everyone. I don't know why NYP's holiday comes a week before all yours. I'll be back in school while everyone else i know is snoring away. (3 days to come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109438066321650615?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109438066321650615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109438066321650615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109438066321650615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109438066321650615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-as-infinite-defination.html' title='Life, As An Infinite Defination.'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109405848876116476</id><published>2004-09-02T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:08:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry is my hardest word. But For You I'll Say It.</title><content type='html'>I am here.. To apologise. For everything that i've done to make you feel this way about me. Still, I don't think this would be enough to change a thing. But i look at myself in the mirror now. I look like the ugliest person to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me now.. But it's only normal. I know what i left on my blog entry must've hurt you. But that night when you threw us out of the house, it was such a letdown i couldn't think straight. What I did was too wrong. I don't know if you're angry bcos of this, but i felt i had to apologise anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hoping that it's still possible to be friends. And if there was anything i could do, i would. Every minute i've wasted everyday, i felt i could've made it worthwhile if i spent it on a script that i would write to you, to tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If to rot and fall away would be over in seconds, i would be dead and gone. It's jus so senseless to think about this and be able to do nothing at all. I'd wish you told me off. Screamed at me and may you feel better. But it's hard to even see you now. Your eyes were. Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i asked for it in a way or another.. But still. Sorry is my hardest word to say for an un-apologiatic me. But for you i'll say it. I'm Sincerely Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at the very least you've read it, i feel the very least better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109405848876116476?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109405848876116476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109405848876116476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109405848876116476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109405848876116476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/09/sorry-is-my-hardest-word-but-for-you.html' title='Sorry is my hardest word. But For You I&apos;ll Say It.'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109397130994367010</id><published>2004-09-01T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T01:01:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute To Alan.</title><content type='html'>You'll never believe who's next to me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! No Kid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/timesofmylife/joanna-i_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just so sweet. And pretty of cos. And she can definitely sing! Joanna all da way!! Yep. Bumped into her at serangoon central's 7-11. It's just so my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it all began. Teacher's day celebration. James, Keathwee and I arrived in school at about 9am. Then came Marcus, and then Alan at around 10am. Yep we did what normal ex students would do on this day, like taking photos catching up with juniors and teachers. But at that point of time, 10am was the last 24hrs for us to spend with Alan before he goes into BMT.&lt;br /&gt;And this was how we spent the next 13 hrs with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12noon, we all headed over to thomson plaza and had lunch at Burger King. The very first time we had a meal along with our formal form teacher. Miss Hong. Well had quite alot of fun there. But it wasn't all. It actually took us quite awhile to plan where to head next, but eventually it was meeting up with Kavan and going over to town. There we watched The Bourne Supremacy. Though the camera man was shaky throughout the movie, it was an interestingly original movie. Really shows how smart a secret agent can be. Haha after the movie Szesze was "complaining" about how intelligent he was in that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Wasn't that late after the movie, so we decided to head down to "Chomp Chomp" down at serangoon central to have dinner. Just in case you don't know, it's a popular place with great food! Really irresistable. You should've seen Marcus eating like a.....Marcus. After a wonderful dinner, the night wasn't that young anymore. But we decided we would give a toast to Alan before we all headed home. There was when we headed down to 7-11 to get a drink each. And that was where we saw Joanna from Sg Idol! She's just so humble even though she knows that she's got fans like me! Oh and she asked for our names! Just, wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after she left, it was down to us, toasting to Alan with our last words of farewell in the public. We didn't care how people looked at us and yep. We did it loud and clear. It was partly a sad moment for us too. Though we seldom hang out, Alan always blend in as part of the group whenever he's around. His jokes can really crack us up. It's going to be all so different without him around for god knows how long. Yet we can only pray he'll make it through the training without much difficulty. Because it isn't the presence that matters, but the good memories we shared that holds on for us as we look forward to the next time we meet again. And you know we will. Cos 4e4's for life right? And we're so gonna miss you. With this i leave with my tribute to this buddy of mine. Cya soon. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 4e4 Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/timesofmylife/img-0352_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mr Choy and 4e4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/timesofmylife/img-0360_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All of us at Chomp Chomp for the night as we spend it wise with Alan, not forgetting me, the camera man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://mpg.cc/timesofmylife/img-0396_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109397130994367010?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109397130994367010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109397130994367010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109397130994367010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109397130994367010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/tribute-to-alan.html' title='Tribute To Alan.'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109388342895469509</id><published>2004-08-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:30:28.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give It Up For Just 1 More Day With You</title><content type='html'>I guess the war's over. This evening tells lots of lesson that we've all learnt. But once again. I've learnt it all only after i lost so much.. Only after i've lost it. I'm so unprepared for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i believe one day you'll forgive me.. And hope you'll look at me as a fren again. Then maybe we can go back to the past and make fun of each other till it's getting late, till i fall asleep on the other line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Even if it's impossible.. I know i will see one day where you and i move on. It'll be the most emotional part of our story now, but we'll both smile when it comes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA 8 hrs 30mins before i arrive back in Peirce to see Miss Hong, my beloved teacher.. Man i miss you so much miss hong! Will be back to show that we still care yeah? Olight. I'll end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song on my blog is Yellowcard's Empty Apartment. I hope "you'll" listen to the words of this song.. I want so much to say these words to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109388342895469509?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109388342895469509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109388342895469509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109388342895469509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109388342895469509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/give-it-up-for-just-1-more-day-with.html' title='Give It Up For Just 1 More Day With You'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109384739059199792</id><published>2004-08-30T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T14:29:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>From now on.. I'll take the blame for everything. It doesn't matter anymore. I don't stand a chance if i try to fight for my rights. I don't even have a choice for everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone understand the agony that bites me everytime they mention your name? No one would. And i don't want them to. I just want you to see, for once. What's it like to take the one you love away from yourself. I know you hate me. But i.. won't try to stop you from that.. Not anymore. I don't wish to become the next burden anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that man.. I know you're laughing at me now. At my hopes tarnished. At this life. But i'm so weak i've decided i don't wish to fight with you later. Just speak up and i won't say a thing. Cos whatever i do, would be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm expected to forget about it all. I'm disappointed. I've been there for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109384739059199792?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109384739059199792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109384739059199792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109384739059199792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109384739059199792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109361671903453217</id><published>2004-08-27T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T22:26:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="finish line" src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cheergirl98/1039777316_ryanfinish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Finish Line from the album The Underdog EP.&lt;br /&gt;You were written and dedicated to The Starting&lt;br /&gt;Line. What an honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cheergirl98/quizzes/What%20Yellowcard%20song%20are%20you?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Yellowcard song are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6978626-109361671903453217?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109361671903453217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109361671903453217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109361671903453217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109361671903453217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/you-are-finish-line-from-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109332777414780039</id><published>2004-08-24T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T14:09:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In school right now, waiting for class to begin in about 10 mins time. The day isn't too bad so far, went out with my classmates to chill. Laughing out loud and all. Something different for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously i'm tired, so much work to do. Lectures will be cancelled for tomorrow due to some SARS trial run, but i'll have to stay at home to catch up with my work i guess. Hopefully will be able to meet up with my frens for dinner. I'm seriously rotting here.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what we're gonna do for class today. Finally no 1&amp;1/2hrs of photography session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. seems like we're gonna play some game for today. Will blog again tonight hopefully. OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109332777414780039?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109332777414780039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109332777414780039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109332777414780039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109332777414780039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-school-right-now-waiting-for-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109310263862131557</id><published>2004-08-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T23:37:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>Today, i left singapore.... along with rivand, james and keathwee... we went over to....sentosa! ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start was hot, all of us were sweating.. Yep.. But all's well after awhile.. The whole idea of goin down there was to support peirce's choir performance at the musical fountain. Personally thought that their performance was quite nice, despite the fact that they don't seem as if they have enough members..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of the performance we walked about the island. Beautiful scenery. Was truly memorable, since the last time i've been there was years ago i guess. So yea, made full use of my camera, real full use.. Gonna upload some photos next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at james' place right now, with him beside me over-excited about Liverpool vs. Man City. Cute fella haha! ok keat hwee's talking professor on the sofa, and on my right we have rivand stressing on his drawings of a.... erm... clothe clip. HAHA! ok he's still rubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. I miss my guitar.. But will only be with her tmr. Overnight at james'! cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guess there's nothing else more for now.. To sum up i really had fun today. Fun cos it's stress free. Unlike school. FUCK IT HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109310263862131557?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109310263862131557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109310263862131557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109310263862131557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109310263862131557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109276143117851891</id><published>2004-08-18T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T01:06:01.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, as many deadlines.</title><content type='html'>Sleep! I definitely hope i can afford some of that. But at any hour of the night it still feels young to me. I have so much to do! Infinite! I can't see the end of it. Or is it jus piling up? I'm just so sick and tired of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me now, hmmm. How would i put it? Oh yeah, dead. Feels like life is drawing the soul out of me. I'm feeling so weak all the time. Haven't found much time to really exercise. I hate this! But yep, i chose this path and there ain't no turning back. Though i really have to say it's kind of regrettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess the both of us have moved on. And like i said, i'm already gone. Nothing more than casual friends now huh. Don't worry i'm not looking back. I'm just laughing at it all now. This world is more beautiful when i shift you to the corner of the picture, that ain't so perfect anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are so heavy that half of all i see are my eyelashes. I feel like i'm walking on my knees, working on my shoulder. I certainly hope this portrays to you people how stressful life is in poly, so don't even believe a word about it being stress free. Of cos, it isn't easy now that you all can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dark room i chase the only light, but it never seem to get nearer. Stop running away, my angel.&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/6978626-109276143117851891?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109276143117851891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109276143117851891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109276143117851891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109276143117851891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-as-many-deadlines.html' title='Life, as many deadlines.'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109211746191354048</id><published>2004-08-10T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T13:57:41.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In school</title><content type='html'>Oright.. so the yawning can really go on forever. I'm like really tired and sleepy already.. dreaming of my sweet comfy bed back home in my room. I'm just totally worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's it gonna be from now? Can't help but think that things are really changing very quickly, sometimes too fast for us to take. I really wished things wouldn't be like this though. I guess we had it coming. Yep. We're the mean ones, it's totally our wrong. To some people i guess that's what they thing about us. I shan't fight for this anymore. Standing up for oneself too much is too tiring, so be it then... no matter how much pride i have to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe you still don't see things the proper way. I can't bear to blame you for any of this. I don't even wanna start thinking about it. Guess i've lost it.. Man i don't know what i'm typing into this right now.. I guess i just miss you too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, time and time. It's the only way from how i look at it.. But i guess by the time you think you're ready again, i'm already gone. I'll try not to think of this anymore. I'll even try not wanting you as my fren, even. I know that's how you want us to be. Complete strangers. I think back on that night everytime before i go to sleep. It's the very last memory i have left of you. Somehow i'm still hanging onto that irresponsibility of yours. But no i don't blame you, i don't wanna hurt you either. But you're really cruel. I wished i didn't meet you at the very first place. But i guess it's a lil' too late for regrets now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i still hafta thank my buddies. All the while they've been hearing me out. I know you guys are sick of me saying the same old shit everytime we walk home. But i appreciate it so much. You guys are the next best thing compared to talking directly to her, which i never will again, i guess. Well. Lesson in 10. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109211746191354048?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109211746191354048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109211746191354048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109211746191354048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109211746191354048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-school.html' title='In school'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109170623468719652</id><published>2004-08-05T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T19:43:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just The Wind.</title><content type='html'>Evening breeze, what could be better than that after reaching home, at your doorstep, after a tiring day of school? The wind brings up my hair in such a lively way it made me smile, but when i shut the door, the dead silence reminded me of all the work i have to complete tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired tired tired. And the bed is my only support when i fall. I'm as busy as busy itself. Slept only at 5am, no thanks to the painting. Well. Perhaps a lot of work, isn't such a bad thing. It wouldn't remind me of you. Neither would i think about all the motivations you gave me, always telling me to do my best, that i can do it, everything. It just doesn't make sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you picked me up jus to put me down again. It's jus all grey without you here. But i know you're hiding in the dark, somewhere within all the shades. I hope you're watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6978626-109170623468719652?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109170623468719652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109170623468719652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109170623468719652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109170623468719652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-just-wind.html' title='It&apos;s Just The Wind.'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-109136156700163819</id><published>2004-08-01T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T19:59:27.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Sins Into Me.</title><content type='html'>It seems like a thousand years since i last updated my blog. I've been busy. I'm sorry. For anyone who cares, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School began and once again i feel like a heavy stack of stress is on my back. It's hard when your work gets rejected over and over again. Not good enough? I guess. Things don't always work my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't seem to lately. Nothing goes my way. I never want to sound pessimistic, but i got tired of this "routine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your last night, face to face, heart to heart. But i guess your heart's closed when i'm right in front of you. After all the miserable days you've given me, you've finally ended our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't even be friends right now, it's something i don't understand. Is it really that hard? I used to mean so much to you. Now i mean nothing. You won't even look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me what to do, again. All this while i've been walking in your direction. Now i can't turn away. I feel so dead when i'm with you now. Everyone's talking, you act like everything's alright, while all i hear is dead silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't face the music. Not this time. You've brought me so much love but now i seem as if i'm drowned within hate. Time, yep time. Everyone tells me that. Just keep telling myself that too. But it's never really ok just to leave it to time to fill your emptiness, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what you wanted, but you never told me what you felt, still. You left me to die that night. And today nothing's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All that i have don't seem so much, for me to hold on to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-109136156700163819?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/109136156700163819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=109136156700163819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109136156700163819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/109136156700163819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/08/your-sins-into-me.html' title='Your Sins Into Me.'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108948729948015502</id><published>2004-07-11T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T03:21:39.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jonathan!!!</title><content type='html'>9 of July.. That's Jonathan Lai's 17th Birthday!!! Yep so HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOY! haha! I know you want this on my blog so badly you cried like a baby..HAH! jkjk! But whatever.. Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1pm onwards till 3pm i was in school for my tutorial.. After which i went over to meet Rivand and Jiahui to buy the present for him.. It was a Quiksilver wallet..Yep, it's nice.. It's gotta be! Cos i picked that! Right after that we rushed down back to Peirce where the 3 of us went to support Shihui in her dance event.. And all the effort she spent on this finally paid off.. All of them did a very good job.. I bet the parents and guests could feel the spirit of the school at that moment.. Man i miss those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, right after that we went to TP to get the cake for the birthday boy.. At that point of time he was already like calling me and complaining to me that we did not celebrate his birthday for him and that we all were busy and forgot abt it.. Looks like he didn't have much faith in his friends, did he? Haha! Oh well i must admit he was whining and stuff, i almost reached the limit, and it cost me a bad headache.. Then was over to his place lah, 'hiding' at the swimming pool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly the whole plan foiled at the very last moment.. Those scouts lah. NO BRAINS. AT ALL! 1 of them went to call him and told him "hey there's gonna be a surprise for you on your birthday!" Tuh, not so much of a surprise anymore.. And yeah, another scout called him that night and told him we were all hiding at the pool. Hooray? I almost smacked somebody in the face i tell ya. RUINED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we tried, he arrived and we popped sparkling juice on him, threw him into the pool and stuff. What a sabotage on a birthday! All in all, i just hope he knows that no best friends forgets abt each other's birthday, yeah, so dun whine at me. Haha! And that friendship, IS the best present. Alright i'm tired! Happy birthday buddy! Nitez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108948729948015502?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108948729948015502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108948729948015502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108948729948015502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108948729948015502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-birthday-jonathan.html' title='Happy Birthday Jonathan!!!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108830544795184480</id><published>2004-06-27T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T11:04:07.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jawei!!!</title><content type='html'>MAJOR MAJOR hangover right now.. But even so.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIAHUI!!! Haha! You rock our world! Haha! Ok this is a brief summary of what we did yesterday. While she was out with her friends we managed to get into her house (thanks to shihui), and we did all sorts of decorating like blowing balloons, hanging banners, designing cards and lots. So when she got back we were all hiding in her room's toilet waiting to surprise her! Haha! And you bet we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the cake, of cos. After that was the present presentation. Hah! Erm we bought her a tennis racket, since she became so interested in tennis out of a sudden. Yeah, She liked it i think. Haha! So when her parents came back, with tons of chicken wings and satays, hmmmmmm YUMMY! I ate alot! But out came alot too! Argh don't blame me! I was alright until shihui punched me hard in the stomach! 10pm we watched A Simple Life together, and saw how filthy rich people grumble when they hafta go thru life in the farm. Well almost interesting. Right after that we decided that the night could not end without some....BACARDI! AND PIZZA! So Rivand and i popped by the nearest 7-11 to get the Bacardi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was wasted, kind of at least. I couldn't recall much of what i did, &amp; i hope i won't. But it was fun! Really fun! I don't think i'm gonna quit drinking such good stuff for anything. Once in awhile! Yeah. So i guess i've already told you the reason to how i got this hangover. 40%! But good stuff. Yeah. I gotta knock myself out now. Gtg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108830544795184480?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108830544795184480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108830544795184480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108830544795184480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108830544795184480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-birthday-jawei.html' title='Happy Birthday Jawei!!!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108788898324784999</id><published>2004-06-22T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T15:23:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rivand!!</title><content type='html'>OK..22nd June 2004.. The birthday of my bestest pal, Rivand! Haha! I'd like to wish him happy birthday! Later this morning, at the stroke of 12midnight, that marked the very beginning of his birthday, we were already standing outside his door singing a birthday song for him! I guess it came as quite a surprise to him. Lucky him, his sister got him one of the finest Creative Mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with the cake in like 20 mins, all of us headed over to Prata House to have supper.. We were so hungry, or at least i was. Took photos for rivand before we ate and went to James' place to catch Euro 2004 again. Hah! England 4 - 2 Croatia. Hooray? Don't know i was half asleep. Too tired i guess.. Haha! Oh yeah and from there we passed Rivand his present.. It was a brown leather sling bag from Ripcurl. Awesome. Lucky him, haha i was totally envious! Well happy birthday buddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 7am all of us went home, to sleep i guess.. Woke up at 2pm? Yeah.. I was bored so i decided to blog anyway.. Yep. Think i'll get more sleep now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108788898324784999?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108788898324784999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108788898324784999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108788898324784999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108788898324784999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-birthday-rivand.html' title='Happy Birthday Rivand!!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108766712994677988</id><published>2004-06-20T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T01:45:29.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Want A 'Long Time No See'</title><content type='html'>Went down to Thomson Plaza to meet up with jh, jon, shihui, kh and james only in the evening. I spent the rest of the earlier part of the day at home, taking care of my brother. What a pain in the ass. He tripped over the wire, the plug came off as it smashed straight to the ground and into pieces. There, he found me something to do, i placed it all back piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you could say i had a pleasant dinner over at Burger King. It was ordinary. It was plain. It was the only thing i think i could eat in there. I thought i could get my dad something there. But there really wasn't anything good enough. Sorry dad, i know i'm unfilial. A quick walk in NTUC cos the two ladies wanted to stock up on their food supplies. Well after that was on the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i enjoyed much of this trip home alone. The day was like a shortened film of the future. Somewhat like you don't understand what it's implying, only later would you realise. Yeah, those kinda stuff. Maybe i thought too much, but can't help but ask myself if it's all just gonna end this way? We'll all have so much fun now. Later we'll all walk down different roads, make so many left turns right turns, U turns, and highways. Would we ever have a road that we would ever be again? Blame it on me, really, i've seen too much of this. I'm not afraid it would happen, I just hope it wouldn't. But just how inevitable could it be? Does Poly really mean the breakup of Secondary school friends? Does Secondary school friends really mean the breakup of Primary school friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day i'll bump into one of you guys, maybe we could take the time off, we could sit anywhere and talk with a soda in our hands. We could have a meal together for that one day. A movie, even. We can, but i don't want that. I hope i could not want that. Cos I only wish we could stay a team like we are now always. I guess that's hard, so we'll all enjoy these...erm...numbered days. Cya guys in a while..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108766712994677988?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108766712994677988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108766712994677988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108766712994677988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108766712994677988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/dont-want-long-time-no-see.html' title='Don&apos;t Want A &apos;Long Time No See&apos;'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108736346606478462</id><published>2004-06-16T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T02:01:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Keat Hwee!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Keat Hwee's birthday!!! And we celebrated for him over at james' place with a fantastic bbq! Firstly i wanna thank all those who turned up.. You guys made it great for him i bet, and it wouldn't have been possible without you people.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of people turned up, we were having fun and everything, jus like anyone would at a party.. We sat around the tables and chit chatted, some of them bbq-ed the food, some disappear to neverland.. Some of us swam for awhile in the pool, cooling and refreshing though! Everything ended at about 11+, and only afew of us were left.. So up came the main event.. 40% hard liquor Barcardi! That was the first time i drank such a strong alcohol drink! The taste was totally bad.. Bitter and full of the menthol feel.. But it was like so addictive to us! And now i wonder why.. After the first sip i could already feel the heat.. Ok i thought i couldn't drink.. But, haha, my "buddy" was worse off.. Totally wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Jiahui went home cos she was rather in need of a toilet..(according to her!) But the rest of us went to Prata House to have supper.. And Rivand received a call from our wasted boy claiming that his, erm... Room door was locked.. And yeah so i was like screaming on the phone "Twisted the door knob!" yeah, he was THAT drunk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prata was good, tasty at a time like that, a gathering for the fellow buddies and all, it's jus so easy to laugh with them, the good old days.. :) Miss those days.. Alright it was so late after we ate our pratas, and we figured that it wouldn't be safe to let the 3 girls walk home by themselves, so we walked them home.. Lika buncha bodyguards around the "ladies".. But my dearest 'xiao mei' shared her ice cream with us on the way, so it wasn't that humid.. After walking them to Shihui's place, where they decided to stay over, we(the guys) head across the road to take a cab back to James' place, where we will be watching Euro 2004.. Very unfortunately, a police patrol car had to pull over for our details, and i got quite a earful for underage drinking.. Tsk.. How unlucky is this.. Haha! It's like the second time fer me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Germany 1 - 1 Netherlands.. You could say that was a disappointing outcome fer me.. To hell with that horse face! If not i would have won the bet with my fren and got a pizza from her! Dammit! BLAME IT ON HORSE FACE! But whatever.. We slept, and i woke up at 9am to catch the NBA finals.. LA lakers lost, quite badly i would say.. But argh they deserved that for their slacky gameplay today.. And Pistons cannot be looked down on anymore! Double Wallace! Powerful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that's it. Back to the dead cell, ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108736346606478462?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108736346606478462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108736346606478462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108736346606478462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108736346606478462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-birthday-keat-hwee.html' title='Happy Birthday Keat Hwee!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108661941194633658</id><published>2004-06-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T22:54:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Lately i've stood and watched many many things happen.. &amp; seriously i can't figure out why.. Some unhappy things happened like months ago, why can't you people just forget about it? Yes, something that serious might be hard to let go. But since you people don't see each other that often, won't you guys jus leave it alone? Is there any joy to spite each other like this? Do you guys even think you will see any end to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people know who you are, god dammit. People make mistakes, and even if you can't forgive them for that, at least leave each other alone.. Stand on a neutral side and looking from a third - person view, i may not know everything, not even anything. But there's just one thing i can see, that you people are cruel enough, to indirectly criticise some others, hurt them so bad, for something you THOUGHT they did, or even something that happened ages ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you people get my point. I can't bear standing around watching people's emotion get kicked around. THAT matter was meant to be settled. Everyone apologised on their part. Why do you want to blow the matter up again? I hope you're not as childish as i think you are.. We're not perfect people, we all do the wrong things and even out of anger, say harsh words that we never meant to. But all that's meant to be forgiven. Is it really that hard to forgive and forget? I guess it is to you. Well at least let it go. It sucks watching friends torn apart like this but, stop whatever you're doin, will ya? Deny it all you want, but deep down, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108661941194633658?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108661941194633658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108661941194633658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108661941194633658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108661941194633658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108645621134894738</id><published>2004-06-06T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T01:23:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Talk About The Ball.</title><content type='html'>My day began at about 4pm today, not becos i woke up only then, but that i came alive when i stepped into the basketball court at that time.. The adrenaline! Yeah! Feel so alive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Today's destination was at woodlands basketball court.. With Tracy, Bo Li &amp; Shihui.. We participated in so many matches that it totally wore me out today, I don't even feel like updating the blog right now.. So damn beat.. Tired till i would fall on my knees, (if i hadn't had a chair to sit on right now!).. Yeah i scored 2 points with my right hand today! Oh yeah that feels great! Another new achievement!!! But in a few matches my shooting wasn't so as accurate today.. *sigh* (Punishment : Play more bball! hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I'm feeling more and more comfortable playing 4 on 4 matches already.. The picture's clearer for me now! I used to have this feeling that i can't find any space to score when i'm playing 4 on 4, cos it was simply too crowded fer me! But now i know, now i'm lethal! Haha! NOT! But gaining experience from all this really helps.. *3 cheers! Hurray!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm gonna complain.. What's wrong with you today Tracy! You're so accurate today, so good at it that i thought :"hey! all i hafta do is pass to you! Cowabunga!" Haha! But Tracy really hardly missed today! So damn proud of her manz~ Yep, you can go ahead and feel good about it! Actually we were all pretty flattered today.. A group of bballers hanging around there had a match with us.. I guess we put up a good game with them.. Yeah and they all agreed that my strong point is that i can move very fast, with everlasting stamina!!! Yeah! Finally my efforts have paid off! Really like what they said, i'll always bear that in mind, not forgetting to stay humble always! Cos there's always someone better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'm going all crazy for basketball.. I can jus talk about it all day long!!! K i think i should talk about the later part of the day then, or rather, night.. Jus when i was on a taxi home, i receieved a sms from Luo Han Yu.. Asking me to join her and Jia Hui over at prata house for supper.. I haven't had dinner since i was so obsessed with the games! Shit i don't wanna be anymore skinnier than i already am! Then Jon &amp; Rivand joined in.. Had a nice time with them today.. They were all telling me about how drunk they all were yesterday.. Hahah! Sadly i missed out the fun~ Oh well~ As if i wasn't feeling sticky enough from all the sweat, I had to accidentally pour sugar onto my jersey.. Great.. And immediately i went to the toilet over at Mcdonald's to wash up.. Was really thirsty so i drank up my cola pretty fast.. Parted at like 11:30pm.. So glad that i could find time for buddies like that even after a tiring day of bball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it, don't worry i've already taken a bathe and i smell good~ But that's all folks! Back to da dead cell! Back to blog soon! Stay tune and take care all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best player i may never be, but i give my best &amp; it's the best i can do!"&lt;br /&gt;--BBALL ROCKS--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108645621134894738?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108645621134894738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108645621134894738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108645621134894738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108645621134894738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-talk-about-ball.html' title='Just Talk About The Ball.'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108636811127091628</id><published>2004-06-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T00:55:11.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Basketball!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE BASKETBALL! It's passion and nothing will take it away from me! Yep, that's how it feels like to me everytime after my day ends with a great day of basketball.. Tired, yet fun! And by the end of everything i know i learnt something new, or at least made a few improvements! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play basketball with Rivand, Tracy and her frens over at hougang today.. Man it feels great! 80% accuracy for free throw! OMG now that's what i call achievement! And since i'm left handed, i requested for a 1 on 1 match with Rivand, but i could only score with my right hand.. Yep, i must get the hang of using both hands! And i think i'm kinda starting to get used to it.. PWOAH~ Another achievement to take note of! Sadly at the very last moment of the practise, i.... *sigh* sprained my ankle.. It's in a pretty bad shape alright! And that sucks.. For 1 min i laid on the ground.. The pain was killing me, i thought i broke my leg or something.. Practically i stepped on Rivand's shoe when i landed, lost my balance, and something that bad had to happen.. It's pretty swollen, but i tried to ignore it and carried on playing all da way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how basketball can make you so concentrative.. Yep, i can literally forget how hungry i am when i'm having a match, as well as the pain that's holding back my right ankle.. I'm always in my own world with the ball.. Yes, look at the ring when you dribble, bend low move fast with the ball.. Be confident and there you will make wonders! It's beautiful everytime i score a point! I'm so proud of everything i do in the game, not forgetting the teammates.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ball that i put into the ring goes in in slow motion.. The "chop" sound that it makes in contact with the net rings over and over again in my head.. I am blood thirsty for the ball! All the time i'm in a match, "I WANT THE BALL, I WANT THE BALL, I WANT THE BALL, I WANT THE BALL!!!!!!!!!!!!" 'I am possessive of the ball, &amp; when i believe, i am the game.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll nv believe i'll love anything more than basketball.. (yes i should marry 'her', the ball's a living breathing thing that's as hungry for me as i am for her). Cos everytime after a game i start to think, with this i can do without a girl.. Yeah.. Works for me.. Back to da dead cell.. cya people! On da Court!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After every game i take part of the court with me while i leave part of myself behind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108636811127091628?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108636811127091628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108636811127091628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108636811127091628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108636811127091628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-love-basketball.html' title='I Love Basketball!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108618807014634622</id><published>2004-06-02T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:51:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Past 3 Days</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to become lazy to update already.. Haha! Well 3 days ago i played basketball with tracy near my place.. Wasn't that exhausting though.. The matches we played was kinda boring.. -_-.. But then that's not the point, cos what matters most is that i'm playing to improve! Yep.. Well after that Tracy suggested that we went jogging.. I looked at the weather, hot and dry, but what the heck.. We went on with that anyway.. The heat consumed our stamina but the breeze gave us pretty much of a relaxing jog.. Till it was around 6 i went down to J8 to meet up with afew of the peirce bballers.. Yep.. Went down to support Bishan East1.. Woah ho~ My juniors improved tremendously.. I remember Kam Seng wasn't much of a problem when i last challenged him.. Now i gotta think twice before i do that again.. Haha! Yep it's nice to see that constantly improving, or growing up.. Yeah though we seldom meet up, it's really fun to play basketball with them once in awhile, or even watch them in their games.. I am peirce basketball team's no.1 fan! Ok so we arrived at Hougang to watch the competition.. Jam packed with people there to spectate, and some of the players there are really tough.. Felt like i was opened to the real world of basketball.. Indeed, it was my first time spectating such kind of competition.. It seemed more intensed than Zoners.. But hey Bishan East1 Beat Super-X with a score of 25-24!!! Say it's jus 1 point difference but it took great effort, since Super-X consisted of JC players! But it was well played by both teams.. After that went home together with Ben Ben that giant head.. We chatted about nothing but basketball.. Yeah he's kinda like my motivator that night, telling me to believe in myself when i play.. So i ought to thank him and i'll carry his words into the next court i step in.. Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up rather early the next morning, didn't enjoy that moment.. But went back to school anyway.. For what? For soccer! With Kavan and gang.. Yep soccer soccer soccer freaks! Haha! But i played alil' of basketball too.. After that we went to TP to have lunch and then to Paradiz centre to play LAN! Haha! Nope not wasting money at all, not when 9 of us are shooting each other, or should i say 7, cos the other two were playing some other game.. But who cares.. Haha! It was from B-1942, to CS and then to Starcraft.. An old game huh? But i only realised it was that fun now! Dinner at Mc, then was back home.. It was a great day spent with old friends.. Like a "Boys' Day Out"!! Not gay, but "we dun give a shit"! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok today.. Received an anonymous sms from someone, later finding out that she's my cousin.. Asking me to go up to tampines to catch the day after tomorrow, which i already did.. But it didn't get any boring than i expected it to.. It's still a good movie~! What's different about today was that my cousins know so much about things that the movie was related to! So if next time such a thing is gonna happen they'll be the first i'll run to.. Again it was Shrek2 combo that we bought, and now i could still taste popcorns up my lips.. And my throat's so damn dry.. Oh yeah found out there will be Spongebob Squarepants The Movie out in November 2004!!! I don't know if it's coming to Singapore, but if it is i ain't gonna give it a miss!! It's totally hilarious! Patrick Star always gets me!! Love that sucker star! And that's pretty much about today anyway.. Fine i shall end here for now.. My fingers need rest.. Back to da dead cell.. Nitez People!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No i'm not going to care anymore."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108618807014634622?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108618807014634622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108618807014634622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108618807014634622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108618807014634622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/06/for-past-3-days.html' title='For The Past 3 Days'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108597685255010988</id><published>2004-05-31T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T12:14:12.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Child Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062436747_sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is sixteen years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is sixteen years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while&lt;br&gt;adults might just accept that, I know&lt;br&gt;something's gotta change. And it's gonna&lt;br&gt;change, just as soon as I become an adult and&lt;br&gt;get some power of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108597685255010988?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108597685255010988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108597685255010988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108597685255010988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108597685255010988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/inner-child-test.html' title='Inner Child Test'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108593533535804660</id><published>2004-05-31T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T00:42:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday And Today</title><content type='html'>Tired as i sit and think in front of this screen, still i must update this blog.. So i shall begin from the 29th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah ho! Saturday morning i woke up aching all over.. But at 5pm i was down at Hougang, not too far away from my area.. Met up with Rivand, Tracy and her frens for a nice game of basketball.. Indeed a nice and enjoyable session of basketball i had.. Long time since i put in so much effort once again.. Haha! But feeling tired i could not run about too much.. Haha! But moving about with the ball excites me so much i seemed to give in my everything, all da time.. No matter how exhausted i was, once i hold the ball i concentrate on nothing but the game and the ball, and of cos scoring it into the ring..! This is the beauty of passion! Yep! I wanna play my way to the top! And I'll always be improving, so long as i try my best, give it my all! All in all, I LOVE BASKETBALL! Sweat off all da way till 11pm, when we all decided to go home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days of passion, 1 day of relaxation.. Yep that's my timetable, since i don't have school for now.. So the very next day, which is today, I went swimming at The Gardens with Jh, Sh and Rivand.. Was raining so damn heavily in the afternoon, so all we really did was avoid the rain, and went up to the so-called "Dungeon".. Cool, quite nice actually! Well when the rain finally stopped we had a good swim, most importantly relaxing my body.. Jon met up with us very much later, so he missed the swim.. Poor boy.. Haha! But after a lousy dinner (for me) =(, we went over to Jh and Sh's place to chill out.. Well, not exactly chill out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a little naughty.. A little mischievous.. We couldn't control, so we... PLAYED TRUTH OR DARE!! not some ordinary game.. Cos it actually lead to some very mean prank calls at the back.. But sometimes alittle of their misery in exchange for our 5 mins of laughter wasn't so bad.. We made someone believe he was on radio, if he sang 2 lines from Hoobastank's The Reason he would win that Album! LOL! And he did.. Like, OH MY GOD, i was laughing my way through! Sorry chosen unlucky one.. But you made my day, really.. Haha! Had a good laugh back there.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left at around 11:30 and here i am back home.. Eyes are closing.. I guess i could almost end this day with a smile.. But it's time to think about tomorrow.. I hope i get to play some basketball, or maybe watch my juniors in some competition.. Damn gotta catch up with them.. Miss those days playing with them.. I always learn something.. Well back to da dead cell now.. Nitez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108593533535804660?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108593533535804660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108593533535804660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108593533535804660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108593533535804660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday And Today'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108576202099899870</id><published>2004-05-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T00:14:49.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soccer Gathering</title><content type='html'>11:15am in the morning i arrived at sin ming street soccer court, where i were to meet up with the rest of the group to have a nice game of soccer.. And indeed we did have a nice time, challenging some friendly people.. And we began to use the word "Oleh" everytime we 'lobang' somebody.. Haha! It was funny.. But after lunch we continued kicking after meeting up with Kavan, Jay Sen, Da Zao, Daryl &amp; Junjie.. Wow that was even better.. Long time since we last kicked soccer with them.. Today was certainly a memorable one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Kavan was still as lame and funny as ever, and all of them seemed to have tremendous improvement in their soccer skills.. Looks like kicking balls instead of studies have paid off.. Haha! But their Chinese 'O' levels are coming next monday.. Certainly hope they do it well.. (Good Luck Fellas!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, so after that Rivand, Jon &amp; I washed up at Ontario Avenue's swimming pool's toilet, went to j8 to meet up with Keith.. Took a cab down to their BBQ party.. Damn i felt like i didn't belong there at all.. Shouldn't even be there.. Haha! But i tried to entertain myself a way or another.. Lucky i had Jon Rivand and Keith to crap along with me.. Guess we were all kinda bored though.. Haha! Each of us paid 6 bucks for the whole thingy so we had to make the food worthwhile for us.. Haha! I guess i did, had afew wings so it's alright with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at exactly 12midnight, according to my clock.. Spent 13hrs 30mins out of my house today.. Gee sure feels great to enjoy myself like this.. This was the best soccer gathering i ever had.. The other half of the day was so so, but their class seemed like they can get along pretty well.. Yep, it's now or never, the cruel fact is.. Not all of their whole class turned up.. So alright, catching up with my sleeping time now.. Back to the dead cell! Oleh! Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108576202099899870?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108576202099899870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108576202099899870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108576202099899870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108576202099899870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/soccer-gathering.html' title='The Soccer Gathering'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108567311924137112</id><published>2004-05-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:51:59.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Alright.. I shall start from yesterday.. Met up at 3 to buy tickets for the 9:30pm sneak preview of "The Day After Tomorrow".. We were supposed to be swimming at the gardens after that, but it was pouring.. So we decided to head over to james's place to watch the 3hrs Lord Of The Rings : The Return Of The King! The whole show ended at around 7:45pm so right after that we headed back to J8, where Tracy joined us as we watched the movie event of the season.. &lt;br /&gt;Along with free drinks, popcorns and cheesy hotdogs the atmosphere couldn't get any better.. The movie i had long waited for finally begun.. Knowing that what the movie was showing would take place someday on earth, it was truly a realistic one.. Exciting and alil' sad to watch places torn apart, people frozen ta death.. The entire Northern hemisphere was covered with snow, so cold that everyone in the cinema was feeling the chill.. Hahs!&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, proceeded as planned, those guys came over my place for the night.. And Jiahui very steadily tagged along till it was like 2:30am.. Haha! Too bad Tracy went home if not they could have very successfully brought the house down! Haha! Porto 3-0 Monaco.. Yep that was what we stayed up for, the champions league finals! Boring for the first half.. But i couldn't quite tell what Monaco was doing after conceding the 1st goal.. Probably sleeping their asses off..&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty hectic for 1 day.. I got up at 11:30 to wake them up.. Realising it was almost reaching impossible to get Jon and Rivand off the bed i used my electric guitar, and as loudly as i could, "banged" them out of their bed.. You can say it's total noise pollution.. haha! And so.. after alil' while more we had lunch, James went home and we headed to Jen wei's grandmother's funeral.. Hmmm.. I don't know how to describe about what was going on there but we paid our respects and stayed there for like an hour or so before we took off to central.. WHERE THE STUPID PIRATED CD SHOP HAS BEEN RAIDED! so no games for me and i went home.. Tataz i'm back home typing this with a bad tummy ache.. Shall end it here while i go let it out, then it's back to the dead cell! Good night my fellow earthlings! Tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108567311924137112?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108567311924137112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108567311924137112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108567311924137112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108567311924137112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108538438675615012</id><published>2004-05-24T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T15:39:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Box Full Of Sharp Objects</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Box Full Of Sharp Objects Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our time to shine through the down &lt;br /&gt;glorified by what is ours&lt;br /&gt;We've fallen in love &lt;br /&gt;We've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;It was the best idea I ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I fell and felt better &lt;br /&gt;Just knowing this matters &lt;br /&gt;I just feel stronger and &lt;strong&gt;SHARPER&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Found a box of sharp objects &lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;Today I fell and felt better &lt;br /&gt;Just knowing this matters &lt;br /&gt;I just feel stronger and &lt;strong&gt;SHARPER&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Found a box of sharp objects &lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful &lt;strong&gt;THING&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I fell and felt better &lt;br /&gt;Just knowing this matters &lt;br /&gt;I just feel stronger and &lt;strong&gt;SHARPER&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Found a box of sharp objects &lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful &lt;strong&gt;THING&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a song of glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELL I'M FUCKING SCREAMING AT YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our time to shine through the down &lt;br /&gt;glorified by what is ours&lt;br /&gt;We've fallen in love &lt;br /&gt;We've fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;It was the best idea I ever had!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I fell and felt better &lt;br /&gt;Just knowing this matters &lt;br /&gt;I just feel stronger and &lt;strong&gt;SHARPER&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Found a box of sharp objects &lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful &lt;strong&gt;THING&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I fell and felt better &lt;br /&gt;Just knowing this matters &lt;br /&gt;I just feel stronger and &lt;strong&gt;SHARPER&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Found a box of sharp objects &lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful thing...&lt;br /&gt;Found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;...box of sharp objects what a beautiful &lt;strong&gt;THING&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108538438675615012?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108538438675615012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108538438675615012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108538438675615012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108538438675615012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/box-full-of-sharp-objects.html' title='A Box Full Of Sharp Objects'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108532981531259380</id><published>2004-05-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T00:30:15.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Falls On Me...</title><content type='html'>Yep.. The only thing to do at this hour is here.. Blog.. While i sit in a cool and chilling room and enjoying a cup of vanilla ice cream.. Yep.. My mouth feels like it's in Antartica.. Cold~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day was spent over at my cousin's place.. Went to catch Shrek 2, which i already have, with them since we had nothing much to do.. Still as hilarious as the first time i watched it.. And we went to Pizza Hut for lunch before that! Yep.. Great time spent.. Learnt alot from my elder cousin at he told me about the "Space Elevator".. Now that's interesting.. Oh yeah if you happen to eat at Pizza Hut, dun go for the expresso cos the size of the cup is like erm.. Smaller than my fist? It was a joke that cost us like 5 bucks.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie, nothing much happened and we went straight home.. Nothing much about today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess sometimes I could never do things right, could i? Felt like my trust was picked up and thrown down the bottomless pit.. Somehow i could still hear the shatter from the top.. Well i guess i only have myself to blame.. Whatever has happened, cannot be undone.. So i don't expect myself to dwell on it after tonight.. But i guess i need a break.. And hope i wake up to yester-year tmr, when i'm back at school and none of anything would happen.. Life would just go on.. Cause right now my life's at a halt. Either that or i'm going nowhere.. No aims no nothing.. Just feeling plain every morning to the next morning, on and on.. Pray that my new school would be something i would be able to handle, even if that means being alone.. Never tried a new lifestyle like this before.. So should i say i'm anticipating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger runs in my veins.. But i guess there was too much blood in me lately.. I'm sorry if i took it out on anyone.. Never planned to.. Perhaps i'm alittle tired after so many days of exercise and fun.. Yep.. On the train home last night, i didn't have the strength to even stand.. That afternoon i was playing basketball, i couldn't think.. i had no much vision of the surrounding.. Couldn't play that well that day.. Sigh.. The girls were watching but i failed to impress.. =X haha! So glad to see and have a nice chat with my old friend that day.. Yep.. Long time since i caught up with her but she's still the same old her! Still the buddy i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you want from me.. Seriously.. Wish we were back at those happy days that you and i both spent together.. But now that things are different from the past, i can't guarantee you that anymore.. Plus, you and i are not ready for anything.. I don't want a relationship that both of us are too afraid to give trust in.. That would be totally meaningless isn't it? Think about it.. But i should say i'm sorry.. I've turned into someone who finds it difficult to love again.. I don't want to hurt you, or myself.. That's all.. I still think we should be friends.. Cos frankly you and i don't know each other anymore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i think i'll need a good rest.. Hope i don't have to think about anything that happened today.. Back to the dead cell.. Take care and cya guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want a song of glory? Well i'm FUCKING SCREAMING!!! AT YOU!!!" Box Of Sharp Objects by The Used.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108532981531259380?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108532981531259380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108532981531259380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108532981531259380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108532981531259380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/it-falls-on-me.html' title='It Falls On Me...'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108515633588560931</id><published>2004-05-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T00:18:55.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Of The Homeless</title><content type='html'>On a early morning on 20th May 2004, i woke up with anxiety, because it was finally time to break out and have fun, rather than being at home sticking to a father who's gonna take it out on me at any moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only $27 I was figuring out how to ration it for 2 days. I grabbed my skateboard, bag and off i went. Having the ability to put home away for 2 days was the best part of it all. No, i don't hate this home, but sometimes i need a "vacation". At 1:40pm i caught up with my friends and we went to J8 to get Shihui her birthday present. Yep, it was her birthday, and we planned to give her a surprise.. So we got her a stuffed toy since J8 ran out of ideas for us.. I'm nv going back there for presents again.. We've been around there for a lot of times, and we figured the variety wasn't alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, James left us for his dinner at his grandma's place.. Every week he has to go there, like a routine that's been strictly followed by him.. And off we went, too, back to "Ontario Avenue" for a nice afternoon swim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the sun was blazing hot, we couldn't ask for anything more than a dip into the cooling swimming pool.. It was like calling for us to get in. Yep, and we did to get away from the tormenting heat. Jiahui called in the middle of everything and requested that we meet up at The Gardens earlier so that her sister would not spot us.. We obliged, got all dried up as we skated our way down there.. Skating was like everything i looked forward to.. It's the feeling when i speed away on my deck that gets me everytime.. When we got there, we planned to hide ourselves away so that we could "reappear" out of a sudden and give Shihui the shock of her life.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you bet we did. With the lighted candle cake in Keat hwee's hands, we called for her name as she was lying in the jacuzzi. It's like she got no clue.. Haha! We sang the birthday song, and we sorta partied the way thru till it was like 9:45pm.. We decided to head over to Jiahui's place so that we could borrow the tv and not miss "The OC".. I haven't missed a single episode since the beginning so i'm not planning to.. And guess what, Luke was busted by Marissa for acting intimately with a total Bee-yatch so i'm glad i watched it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show ended, we walked about the living from of their place.. Woah.. Filled up with photos of the 4 sisters.. Their entire place was very neatly furnished.. It's envious just to see how wonderful someone's place can be.. And they never seemed to run out of coca-cola! Then we all decided to go up to their room to take a look.. Yep, as "girlish" as i could expect from any girl.. Stuff toys that they couldn't seem to fall asleep without, photos, cute stuff and for them, books? Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. We spent like hours chit chatting in the room.. About school life, working life, friends, and most of it gave us a good laugh.. Looking at their photos, hmmm, i should say it's rarely seen to have sisters that are that close and nice to each other.. Haha! It's like the both of them cannot live without each other.. Haha! How sweet.. But when it was finally 2:30am, we decided to head down to the newly opened "24hr Prata House due to competition from neighbour" to have supper/very early breakfast.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kh biked, Jon, Rivand &amp; I skated, Jiahui &amp; Shihui "taxi-ed" while lazy Euegene went home without a sound.. Haha! Guess he was really tired.. Skating down at such an hour was something new.. Like a cemetery streets lied dead.. Pin drop silence was broken only seldomly by cars that passed by until we came into the picture.. Skateboards don't really make music when it goes on the road.. It's rough and our wheels don't really handle it that well.. But guess what.. From there, to Prata House, was a speedy downslope.. Since the road was entitled totally to us i showed no mercy and flew my way down, taking any lane as i chose. We rocked that night, &amp; I think we woke people up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, we took orders, obviously.. But.. Haha! Guess the waiters were all tired out from working till such an hour.. So they kept messing up our orders.. Haha! Now that's another thing to laugh about! Haha! But we ate, we paid, and yeah we simply enjoyed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that it was about time to head back.. The two girls headed home while the rest of us went to Jon's pool to take a bath.. In the toilet of cos, though we had the idea of skinny-dipping.. Relaxing shower with lukewarm water, our itch and sweat was completely removed as we lied down beside the pool.. I could clearly remember that was already 4:16am.. Yep.. Hanged around there till 7am, went into Jon's apartment, endured 5 seconds of deadly dog barks and we got into the room, where Kh and Rivand instantly pounced their weight onto Jon's bed.. They slept almost immediately.. I figured i had alittle strength to hold my eyes opened so i watched all the Blink 182 videos Jon had on his computer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed down onto the mattress and slept the morning away.. Later part of the day we caught Shrek 2.. Though it was kinda short, it was humourously satisfying for me! Haha! I really laughed my ass out in there! Don't wanna spoil the fun for those who haven't watch it yet.. So i'll only say it's worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we "rushed" down to my fren's birthday bbq all the way at the East of the country.. Lucky i'm in Singapore. *laughs* Nothing much happened there though, so we left early.. On the bus home we bummed into 2 "sociable" girls who were trying to catch our attention.. Haha! Sadly, potential gangsters they seemed to me.. Hai~ Young girls nowadays.. Haha! Ok lah but they meant no harm anyway.. And so i'm back here.. Back to face the music that i can feel is sleeping next to my room right now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days were kinda enough to let alil' of this shit go, so i hope i'll smile over this soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108515633588560931?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108515633588560931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108515633588560931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108515633588560931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108515633588560931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/day-of-homeless.html' title='Day Of The Homeless'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108497618057891785</id><published>2004-05-19T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T11:51:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me??</title><content type='html'>It hasn't been a good day today.. Woke up at around 10..I skipped my breakfast..Not as if i had the time for that meal anyway... Haha.. Came online to chat for afew hours before i went down to Rivand's place with Tracy to exercise alittle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over there we played basketball at a "mini" court.. Haha! Though i was exhausted and a little injured i jus helped out wherever i could.. Had a few matches.. Though we lost i thought we played well enough.. But sometimes it's really harsh on me when i can't myself improving at all.. But that's pretty alright.. I shall keep pushing myself.. Haha! Then there was this fella who dunked the ball right in my face.. Kinda cocky but.. it's only a baby court.. *Yawnz* Let's take it out 1 on 1 on the pure standard court manz! I'm ready for ya.. Not that i'm cocky too but.. Always stay confident abt yourself if you wanna do the way you want it done!! Don't be over-confident though.. That's for opponents like "YOU KNOW WHO FROM WOODLANDS" that i wanna screw.. I swear it man..sooner or later you're gonna get it real hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably after an hour of basketball, we headed to the squash court, not to play squash but badminton instead.. May i remind you i'm not really good at that.. So i was kinda tricked to run here and there by Tracy.. Haha! Tough tough.. I'll beat you one day! haha! Well sadly i had to leave for dinner back at my grandma's house after a short while.. So that's about it at Rivand's place.. Cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where all the misery starts. When i reached my Grandma's place. I realised my dad wasn't in a good mood.. Ok that's fine.. I went in straight and had dinner.. And before i know it, i saw my dad yelling at my brother due to his failure in most of the subjects.. God dammit sometimes i wished he would get something harsher than this.. I mean oh fuck, he gets all the goodies, anything he wants, he gets, from my aunt and my grandma.. He's jus too spoilt.. Pampered basket case.. I didn't seem to be like that when i was young.. When i happened to "not do my homework" back at Pri sch, i can get "sugar caned" all night.. Sometimes even leather belts.. Yeah.. Sometimes violence can resolve problems, at least that's the weapon of choice that my dad uses against me.. i never fucking regret any hit i took from my dad back then. For my own good and i jolly well knew and accepted that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i think my brother needs that method. TO WAKE HIM UP. he doesn't study at all when he gets home.. Cos he's hardly home. After school he'll just change out and hang out with his friends who i think they are part of the blame for SCREWING up his life. Now he even talks bluntly towards the elders, let alone me.. Like he's crown "princess pretty boy".. Now that he's failed in his school work or whatever that is to him, I GET THE WHOLE FUCKENED BLAME, cos i never helped him in his work.. How nice.. AS IF he would even listen to me teach! He doesn't even listen to his tuition teacher! She's been very patient and nice to him.. It's SERIOUSLY a miracle anyone could do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that tore half of my mood apart and that's fine.. After dinner when we're heading back home on my dad's car.. God i wished you made me deaf... I was reprimanded.. And scolded by my dad for my brother's wrongdoings.. WHAT THE FUCK? My dad totally pissed me off when he said "If you both don't like to study then stop wasting my time and my money, go get a job for real" I admit i haven't been concentrating on my studies for the past 10 years.. But i swear i gave my everything during my 'O's.. And you knew i did dad. 17 for R4 is like pure hardwork from a stupid and untalented boy like me.. I gave it my all and now i'm in NYP. I've been telling myself from the very beginning that i'm gonna work hard in there.. But you've nv trusted me enough that i would do that, did you dad? I'm just a total screw up to you, that's all.. If i gave out everything i felt to you just now, you would only blow over your top, cos you'll only think that i'm talking back. Sometimes i might sound rude but i'm jus saying what i feel.. "WHAT I FEEL" Mum, Dad.. For 16 years, i've never ever been able to say what i feel.. I feel like i'm loving 2 strangers.. And i feel these strangers dislike me so much, they'd nv let me say anything.. I have the freedom to hang out late, but i never had the freedom of speech.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* You both have been nice parents at times.. I'm not saying it isn't enough.. But don't fucking take it out on me.. I was so innocently thrashed this evening and i can't give myself a reason for that.. I don't hate you dad, but i'm starting to.. What you said to mom in dialect, you think i don't understand? You fucking said that everything i am is thrash, everything you gave me in my life is wasted.. You never had to, dad.. And you don't have to.. I'm gonna stop living off you as soon as i can so i'll stop being a burden like you regarded me to be. I wish i wasn't your son too dad, like you wished.. Even if all you said today were out of anger, still i cannot and will never be able to forgive MYSELF for not being PERFECT enough for you.. See dad, i don't blame you, work's tough but find a wall or something else will ya? Adults have problems and so do kids like us. You're not the only one feeling pain around here.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i fucking lied that i'll be away on chalet for the next two days.. Yeap. Like i said, I lied. Cos i need a break away from this ugly place.. I don't care if i have to sleep alone on the streets for the next two days.. Cos i ain't gonna be home to take any of this.. So it seems i won't be updating till then..Back to the dead cell. Ciaos.. This time i wish i was really dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had nothing but this blog to confide to.. I don't care if no one reads.. At least i've got someone to express myself to.. And that person, is Me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108497618057891785?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108497618057891785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108497618057891785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108497618057891785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108497618057891785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-me.html' title='Why Me??'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108489802957768821</id><published>2004-05-18T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T00:33:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skate!</title><content type='html'>Ok there was no update for my blog yesterday because Tracy and Rivand were staying overnight at my place.. But we had great fun like playing basketball from 3 to 10..Haha! Everything that took place yesterday was nothing but innocent fun.. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pretty much of waking up feeling aches all ova.. But it was a great day of skateboarding for the whole day.. We had lunch at tp and we saw "teenagers" celebrating a guy's birthday at KFC's chicky birthday.. 'LOL' I don't know what to say, maybe it's just fun in their own way.. After lunch there we had mini melts ice cream and we just walked around and chill out..We dropped by this shop that sold spray paints.. Since it was only 4 bucks per can we decided to buy one and do something massive to our decks.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's better than skating and taking pictures of our achievements? Nothing. We skate about void decks, soft grounds and slopes especially.. So damn cool.. Haha! It's just like the world of me Rivand, Jonathan and Keat Hwee today.. Just doing whatever we want and chilling out wherever we go, doing what we like to do, laughing here and there.. When the day was turning dark we then headed down outside the empty apartment down "Antario" Avenue~ where i sit and talk with you~~~~ we were both 16 and it felt so right~ sleeping all day staying up all, night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ oops.. got carried away.. But i only realised today "Antario Avenue" was jon's place.. We had instant noodles cooked by Jon as we sat in the garage talking to each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a filling meal of chicken flavoured noodles, we went down to his pool to meddle with our skateboards and spray paints while taking a break after a long day of moving about.. Now my skateboard's got a girl board logo "tattoo-ed" on it's grip tape and i figured that's totally cool.. In between the bolts!! Yeah while i was at that jon had a chill out session of his own at the Spa beside the pool.. After that we all went home and finally our day ends here.. COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like there ain't much for me to say.. So i'll head back to the dead cell and i'll be back with you guys most probably tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what's gonna become of us now?" seriously, i wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108489802957768821?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108489802957768821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108489802957768821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108489802957768821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108489802957768821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/skate.html' title='Skate!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108473203636950909</id><published>2004-05-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T02:27:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Tired Day..</title><content type='html'>Woah oh~~~~~~~~~ Greetings my fellow earthlings.. Ok today was a full exercising day fer me.. Full of sports.. Haha! Firstly was a morning of kids central cartoons! Haha call me childish but i could never miss an episode of any weekend cartoons on that channel! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Ok the best part of the day was when i was all the way at Tampines to play basketball with my cousin.. So damn cool i tell you i was on tip top condition at that time! So was my cousin! Well i could see that our partnership is getting more and more smoother and better! We're a great team man! Haha! After dinner i went down to Rivand's place to play badminton and alil' bit of basketball with Tracy, Rivand &amp; Jay Sen before we went down to Prata House for supper..&lt;br /&gt;And the true blue sh*t happens here.. While we were suppose to sit down i stepped on SALIVA!!! That slimy feeling i felt on my shoe really suck! Argh you won't know how much i despise that person who inconsiderately spat below the table! Ok thinking of it is only gonna spoil my mood.. Ok so Jonny Lai was late by half an hour, along with Kh and Vanty we had a great supper over there, except the part where Kh tried the all new durian prata, Vanty and Jonny couldn't stand the smell at all! It was really funny when i looked at their faces.. Haha! Here's the catch, 1 durian prata costed Kh 3 bucks!!! I guess it was somehow made of pure gold or som'..TAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there was bus for everyone to get home except me.. 163's always giving me a miss.. Haha! And so i had to borrow some cash and hailed a cab home.. Long and tiring day ends when the cab stops and i paid $9.85.. Woah oh~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Back here.. Blogging.. On the phone, with someone i'd rather keep it to myself.. But we had this conversation about our past and all.. Like woah.. As if i'm really closing my eyes and look back on everything.. So.. I ask myself.. Can memories really trigger the way you feel right now? I mean.. How can i still be bothered with the past? I never knew i was, until this conversation pop-ed up.. I thought everything ended that way but i can't really explain to myself why i'm even thinking about it.. I never wanted to.. Well, at least i'm not alone.. &lt;br /&gt;And so that's about it for today.. Nothing much but i'm tired though.. Back to the dead cell.. Ciao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108473203636950909?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108473203636950909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108473203636950909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108473203636950909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108473203636950909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/just-another-tired-day.html' title='Just Another Tired Day..'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108463983348884305</id><published>2004-05-16T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T00:50:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Place At The Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>I don't really know how to feel about today.. Then again, a lot has been running through my head.. I think the best place to say it out would be here..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Up in the morning at 9am to watch my favourite cartoon during the weekends, and that's Spongebob Squarepants! Then i carried on lazing in bed till it was about time to make a photocopy of my passport, required by NYP.. Sadly the admission office closed early at 12:30pm.. So after Kh informed me i headed straight home.. Sigh.. I hope they wouldn't reject me on monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while i was killing some time at home Valerie asked me out.. And so i called Rivand &amp; Tracy along.. Met up at 4, and we headed off to town.. It was pouring. But since we stayed indoors we hardly felt the rain.. We shopped around the usual places.. Finally when we arrived at Heerens, something bad has to happen.. I bumped into somebody that i shouldn't.. Don't blame me but when you're trying to rid off the feelings, you'll naturally wanna stay away from that someone.. But tuh.. I bumped into her.. Right there.. Though she was crowds away i barely noticed her from that "familiar" look i always see in her.. Shock, of my life.. But i behaved and i walked off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last level we landed up in Action City. Packed with stuff toys and figurines. Cool. But there were some toys you could play with and we did! It was actually fun in a sense that it reminded us of times when we were young.. So hey now! We had something to recall about, looks like we're getting old.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the rest of the shopping part doesn't seem to have much i could brag about.. Except when we met up with Whitney later at Takashimaya's Stadium.. Haha! Only then i realised the day was only getting started! All the action and "sound effects" were coming from our side as we headed back to AMK for dinner! Yeah dinner, everyone's braggin' about how unhappily hungry they were, starving themselves ever since who know's which part of the day.. Well i hadn't had nothing more than a durian puff since the morning so i was part of the nagging too! haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Tracy headed home while we took off to Mcdonalds for FOOD!!! May i remind you it's been what i've been eating everyday since it was cheap and i was saving some money for the rainy days.. While i was expecting a "fabulous" dinner down there, things weren't as expected when i saw that someone again.. Blame it on the cruelty of Fate and no one else.. But sometimes it'll allow you to realise that it isn't so bad when you have a company of friends to shake you off from what you don't wish to ponder about.. I thought it would be too bad of me if i gave the sad look on my face in front of my friends so i was in the happy mood.. Call me faking it but hey, i'm just being fair to everyone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, we had a wonderful dinner.. With loads of everyday bullsh*t and nevertheless that Whitney reminding me of my dumb look when i was drunk.. -disgraced- Jean met up with us not long after that and we took off to buy beer! It was my old friend, 1 and only Heinekein, while my buddy there drank Carlsberg at the playground.. Kinda wet though.. We called Tracy down since it was near her house and she did.. There, i puked on the grass patch for drinking to fast after a heavy meal.. Haha! No regrets fer that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After feeling too squeezy Tracy suggested that we go up to the top of the carpark to carry on with our conversations.. We did and i BOO-ed the hell out of Whitney! Haha! =X While we were up there we were jus crapping the day way away way away~~~~ Till 11:20 we decided the time has comed for us to call it a day and so we went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i am, back home typing this entry as i still continue to ponder about this and that.. I hope i won't have to think about you for too long from now.. Well it's back to the dead cell.. Thanks for hanging out with me for the night..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108463983348884305?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108463983348884305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108463983348884305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108463983348884305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108463983348884305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/wrong-place-at-wrong-time.html' title='Wrong Place At The Wrong Time'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108455423904291091</id><published>2004-05-15T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T14:20:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Troy!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Beginning from the very first minute when i woke up.. it was so hard jus to get up at 9:45am.. So i laid in bed till it was 10:15am.. Sometimes the short half an hour of snoozing can really leave you pondering of alot things you don't wanna, which is bad.. Alot has happened lately.. &lt;br /&gt;And so we met up at J8.. Coincidently, we all wore black tee shirts.. without telling each other to do so.. That was like so united.. Haha! Before rivand arrived we were wondering if he would wear black.. And he arrived in his black girl skateboards tee.. Stealer! I liked that shirt alot! haha! And then my friend called and asked if i would like to catch a movie in J8 too! What a coincidence! &lt;br /&gt;And what a day...For Troy! Wow i tell you man.. The movie's really really cool.. You could really feel the excitment when the war begins! For the first time the talks in the movie aren't so boring.. Haha! Oh and i had 2 cheesy hotdogs and popcorns! I jus can't live without popcorns in the cinema! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....And so after that we went to shop for Wee Teng's birthday present and went to Rivand's condominium and hung out by the pool.. Cos Wee Teng was there so we thought it was kinda convenient that we got her a present.. So we met her and her gang, not by coincidence though.. They were swimming down there having fun while me and the sinners sat by the pool and started our everyday bullsh*t.. After that me rivand and Kh went down to AMK to have dinner with Junjie &amp; his girl.. Right after that we found somewhere to chill out while the 3 of us lied down and watched the sky as we talked our hearts out.. It's been a while since we did this and the feeling's like great! After that we met up with 3 lil girls.. Haha! not lil' but yeah and we hung around a small playground while whitney kept reminding me of how stupid looking and funny i was when i was drunk the last time.. That was like 2 months ago! And she's always saying the same things whenever i bumped into her...Always! hahaha! But she's a cute lil' fella always making me laugh! haha!&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for today! Had a long and tiring day.. Back to the dead cell.. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108455423904291091?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108455423904291091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108455423904291091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108455423904291091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108455423904291091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/for-troy.html' title='For Troy!!!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6978626.post-108446769345266310</id><published>2004-05-14T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T01:32:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Awakened!</title><content type='html'>Finally i've got this blog up and running..It's not really good looking but hey, i totally love the skin! I've been living all my life for this day....well, not exactly.. It's like 1a.m right now and i'm still up working on this blog while i chat with jon..Gotta thank him for making this blog possible..Well i'll be back to update tomorrow evening.. Cya Sinners later..Back to the dead cell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978626-108446769345266310?l=thelastplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/feeds/108446769345266310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978626&amp;postID=108446769345266310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108446769345266310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978626/posts/default/108446769345266310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelastplace.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-awakened.html' title='I Am Awakened!'/><author><name>Weenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15128064232081898050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
