<?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-3961186377179112735</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:12:49.740+08:00</updated><category term='please pray for him'/><category term='oh ya... kishen doing the mass dance is just humorous'/><category term='money doesn&apos;t make the world go round... gravity does...'/><category term='Mika needs a shot of testosterone LOL'/><category term='jermaine penant is still a drunk driver with a weird affro hairstyle'/><category term='delusional'/><category term='self deluded'/><category term='own those niggs'/><category term='GO LIVERPOOL'/><category term='imitation is the greatest flattery =D'/><category term='ionised on 07082007'/><category term='soon to be crazy... oh wait... i already am'/><title type='text'>creating our false pretence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2557724051462650109</id><published>2010-03-30T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T03:03:27.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>hey there. changed my page to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.braninsanity.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please please relink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. and sorry this would be my last post on this page as i think i have outgrown this stage of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you regular readers and follow me on tumblr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;wasted-adolescence.blospot&lt;br /&gt;8th August 2007 - 30th March 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2557724051462650109?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2557724051462650109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2557724051462650109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2557724051462650109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2557724051462650109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-119365249157510421</id><published>2009-12-24T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T20:24:09.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Im surprised you're even here. I wonder how many people actually comes to my blog anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before dinner. There would be the dreadful wait for everyone to come. And since my living room tv doesnt have cable, im stuck with horribly made local films. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, local shows... Cannot. Make. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With even dabbing into the quality of acting, writing, and the oh-i-want-to-be-westernised kinda mentality, you can see major flaws in the clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of loopholes in the plot, to begin with, is horrendous. And how often can you predict whats coming up next. The lack of originality is also a major issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is precisely why singapore cant have its own lost. Or prison break. Or heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even comedy series are out of the question. how isit possible when our sense of humour are limited within pck. The lowest, the dryest of slapstick comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, even the show fliming now cant seem to hold my attention for over 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Food's here, rant's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-119365249157510421?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/119365249157510421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=119365249157510421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/119365249157510421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/119365249157510421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_24.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3520777523439975784</id><published>2009-12-13T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:16:57.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>hey. Ever got the feeling that when you're busy with homework and stuff, you somehow find the time to do the most mundane and routine stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet once we do not have studies to think about, these mundane stuff get shoved to the corner to sit and collect cobwebs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Exactly like blogging. As you can see my recent lack of posts is purely due to the lack of studies. Studies is evil i swear. Even if you're not doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the knowing. And it set me thinking. why is it human nature to go against a greater force. The bigger the impossibility of the task. The harder he fights for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we just go with the flow? In the end, the result is still inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i find that living and surviving is a little overated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3520777523439975784?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3520777523439975784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3520777523439975784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3520777523439975784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3520777523439975784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-9198608578451313843</id><published>2009-11-29T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:44:36.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>hey. Im really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics seems super alien to me. I hardly touched it the entire week. I did 3... (up to you to decide if its papers or questions of physics) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what makes it worse, i forgot to bring my pencil case. So i borrowed a pencil from joel and im using my lan peh phone calculator which is super hard to press. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern warfare has been a blast. &lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for muse:S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-9198608578451313843?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/9198608578451313843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=9198608578451313843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/9198608578451313843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/9198608578451313843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_29.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4633424943880211493</id><published>2009-11-23T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:34:31.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying has really been a treat this coupla days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it can be even considered studying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know a great bunch of people. everyone with their own catch phrases and nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was rarely a dull moment with everyone being so hyped up about A's (imsure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. everyone straight As together okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4633424943880211493?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4633424943880211493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=4633424943880211493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4633424943880211493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4633424943880211493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_23.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2989916525715702662</id><published>2009-11-19T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:32:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>here pulling off the greatest escape in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna chiong physics till however late it takes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im to blame of course. I've never studied physics since like after midyears. And even then, it was just studying the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Btyl (blog to you later). Im busy pulling of a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Lol. This this reminds me of istanbul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2989916525715702662?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2989916525715702662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2989916525715702662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2989916525715702662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2989916525715702662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_3461.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1410463397525031897</id><published>2009-11-19T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:31:25.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>there are days where my lucky red underwear doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1410463397525031897?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8200420138683122694</id><published>2009-11-15T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:35:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u71EO6BoLZA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u71EO6BoLZA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8200420138683122694?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8200420138683122694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8200420138683122694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8200420138683122694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8200420138683122694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_15.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4629146165931763278</id><published>2009-11-14T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:33:38.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>heyy. a week pass by in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toldya once it starts time will just shoot by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now theres like one week to MODERNWARFARE2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats seems to be like the only thing that i look forward to after A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im kidding. sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. question of the week have to go to Gp paper 1 question 10 :&lt;br /&gt;Is the transportation of food over long distances justified? [50 marks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. what a noob question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend said that someone who attempts this question will be either a hero or zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lemme tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the first place, there are only 3 types of people that would attempt this question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) retards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) geniuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) retards who think they are geniuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and any of the 3. in order to score you must be a son/daughter of a long distance food transport to at least come out with 2 reasons for OR against the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only argument i can think of is, that long distance food travel means that there must be more preservatives in the food. aka unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. wasted the entire day on nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4629146165931763278?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4629146165931763278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=4629146165931763278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4629146165931763278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4629146165931763278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_14.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1187252941714539507</id><published>2009-11-10T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:32:47.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was &lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt; no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. its tougher than the other years. but i think i still manage to complete the paper quite decently to my standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only missed out that stupid quadratic question in which i had no idea what they were implying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. to comfort myself. i'll just remind myself that the bell curve for this paper will shift and would &lt;s&gt;hopefully&lt;/s&gt; put me with the "a" grade kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way. i still have to own the paper 2. must get at least &gt;85 to ensure my most confident A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP's tomorrow. and i'm here practicing my gp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. sorta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1187252941714539507?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1187252941714539507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1187252941714539507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1187252941714539507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1187252941714539507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_10.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2200520483876412775</id><published>2009-11-06T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:06:41.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hello rachel tan, ng ruying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sitting next to me at coffee bean @ singpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really bored cause i have nio more questions to do and i am not allowed to play cowabunga on ruying's itouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are wussants on the table take i have not eaten yet. Cause when i start they would be all gone gone gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna rain soon and i already pee-ed like 3 times. Omgosh. There are some really gay people outside and i hope they dont take the table next to me):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2200520483876412775?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2200520483876412775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2200520483876412775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2200520483876412775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2200520483876412775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_06.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7234782957817447488</id><published>2009-11-05T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:52:40.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>just five mins ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those nyjc tennis dogs just gave me another reason to hate them for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7234782957817447488?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7234782957817447488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7234782957817447488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7234782957817447488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7234782957817447488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_05.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3144975611334986251</id><published>2009-11-04T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:46:47.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calvin and hobbes wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk281/zero_hour91/?action=view&amp;amp;current=calvinacademiahereicome.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk281/zero_hour91/calvinacademiahereicome.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP's messing with my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmbumbumbumbum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3144975611334986251?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3144975611334986251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3144975611334986251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3144975611334986251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3144975611334986251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_04.html' title='calvin and hobbes wisdom'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8470095538348533295</id><published>2009-11-03T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T04:35:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>haha. really shouldnt be doing this right now. but i cant sleep! blaming my body clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed the theme. something bright for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its a requirement for every blogskin change that you would screw up at least once before you completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was like two sentences from the end before i hit the bookmark for AOL radio -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway note to self : study harder u retard! 8 days to A's! and days really flies when you stay late nights. previously, you have one night of sleep to tell you "oh okay. one day just flew by". now, the days turns to night and night turns to day. and one day's gone. you wouldnt even feel it. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the earth turning fast around its axis or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i study better without aircon. haha. aircon and dim yellow light makes me sleeeeepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im getting sugar rushed at this our cause of the milo with too much condensed milk. how unbelievable. i feel like going downstairs to run or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wont. cause i dont like running on roads. cause i almost got knocked down before. cause i dont watch the road when im running. cause my mind tend to wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wussants are great! they're awesome! (i think i've mentioned this in the last post. BUT ITS REALLY GREAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i used my phone's qwerty keyboards too much. now my lappy's key positions seem weird):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;',',',":?&lt;; OMGOSH SO CONFuSING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i got ADD):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8470095538348533295?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8470095538348533295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8470095538348533295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8470095538348533295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8470095538348533295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_03.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4027168408861998424</id><published>2009-11-02T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T04:21:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klp-ed again today. Really really productive. As usual. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the study room after mass at ihm! Well. Truth to be told, i didnt really like it there (partly cause i was asleep half the time). And also i prefer sfx's atmosphere and people? They're sort of nicer and such. Hmm. Biased perspective there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im at the club already! Thomas's mom coming in like 10 mins so i cant be bothered to take out my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's half an hour rule - one can never start work until half an hour after arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless its klp. Where i went to play acarade for 45 mins while waiting for the rest:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. 7 days. Less than 1 week. Buttt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 days to freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a matter of cup-half-full or cup-half-empty point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wussants are great. They're awesome. I want more of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh no. Everytime i go out, i've to compare studying and going out to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish studying would put up a stronger fight):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4027168408861998424?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4027168408861998424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=4027168408861998424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4027168408861998424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4027168408861998424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1374617739496570271</id><published>2009-10-28T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T04:00:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Im wasting my life away. Been surfing the net on my phone for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The irritating girl who doesnt seemed like she ever washes her hair, which looked rotten, who told us to lower our volume cause she can hear the FEEDBACK is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klp-ed just now with my classmates. Quite productive. I did my first ever physics practise paper! Super proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photocopied a stack of econs stuff from anne. fujifilm printers are so darn expensive. Not as if their paper is especially smooth or anything. Now i just need a kickass staple to staple the whole bundle together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 40 bucks already! Gah! And i cant believe im not even halfway through the week yet! I think its cause i eat breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper. 4 meals plus the occasional snack. mugging really makes you famished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said the stomach is not connected to the mind is a blatant liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cat is out, the mice would play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the mice are taking gce A levels examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which shampoo can react with conc HCl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See now how studying is messing with my brain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1374617739496570271?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1374617739496570271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1374617739496570271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1374617739496570271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1374617739496570271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_28.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-6308344261131363122</id><published>2009-10-26T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:46:16.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>so i've finally started studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timecheck : 1:35 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Guess where i just got here from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Okay. I wont rub it in to man U fans anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little note : noobs that speak too soon will always selfpwn. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehs. Who needs gerald?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways 15plus days to A's! Omgosh. I should be studying like every second now! Screw my chem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the next hollywood blockbustin' horror movie shouldn't be about ghosts, or zombies, or vengeful spirits. They should just make a documentry on A levels. Definately scare the shit out of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. Im giving everyone the authority to &lt;s&gt;slap me in the face &lt;/s&gt; tell me off when im staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know where i can get handcuffs? To cuff myself to this damn table until A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a driving liscense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all O levelers out there! Own the papers okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. rj and hci dogs makes the bell curve look sick. I heard my friend's brother got 88% for maths and thats only a B. Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT AT LEAST 2 A's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please. I'll be good. I swears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-6308344261131363122?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/6308344261131363122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=6308344261131363122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6308344261131363122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6308344261131363122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_26.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2612461773136272943</id><published>2009-10-24T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:47:54.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>i swear. The people here downstairs at the bar thing have no appreciation for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band downstairs just played an awesome rendition of dire strait's sultan of swing. Like some hipper and inner version. But no one downstairs. seemed to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. It sucks to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living example right before you. (AHEM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2612461773136272943?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2612461773136272943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2612461773136272943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2612461773136272943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2612461773136272943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_7262.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3917622449602230479</id><published>2009-10-24T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T04:07:46.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, its four in the morning and i promised myself that this is gonna be short since is so darn late (or early, matter of perspective huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. This is more or less a filler post so that that last rage outburst is not the first thing you see on this page. I bet ya got your own problems of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you all know, im pretty much nocturnal. (and im so not butterfreebrandon. Wth. Are butterflies even noctural? How come i dont see them at night? They all migrate to australia at night or what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who doesnt know that i am noctural? Well. I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a conversation with dad just one day after my previouse post. And it was about the use of internet and blogs to slander, sabotage, and mostly bitching. And came to using vuulgarities on the internet. Generally, it was heavily laced with hinthints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Coincidence much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3917622449602230479?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3917622449602230479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3917622449602230479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3917622449602230479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3917622449602230479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_24.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-992409212342329857</id><published>2009-10-22T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:01:52.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>life is fucked up when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to care.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure to perform overwhelms.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute panic doesnt seem to help improve the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Your LDMR studying graph is fucked up. Even in the short run.&lt;br /&gt;You sleep less than 5 hours of proper sleep a day.&lt;br /&gt;Your subject concepts are nothing close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Physics is one major comfucked.&lt;br /&gt;The person closest to you refuses you support.&lt;br /&gt;Rather, making it a hell lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can one do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie down and play dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury your head in the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harakiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not. Even if you are swept away by the pressure and expectations. You don't wanna go on your knees. Really. Suck it up and take it like a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's in 19? days. Im not gonna succuum to these trivial shitbirds. Life sucks now. But it can only get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-992409212342329857?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/992409212342329857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=992409212342329857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/992409212342329857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/992409212342329857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_22.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3155263950775892397</id><published>2009-10-21T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:54:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the enlistment's date is on 26 april 10 (i just realised that writing the year 09 is so much easier to understand than 10) @ BMT school 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got like 4 friends checking into our hotel for the next 2 weeks on the same day and place. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like im gonna keep my hair for CNY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3155263950775892397?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3155263950775892397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3155263950775892397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3155263950775892397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3155263950775892397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_21.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4529793163221544539</id><published>2009-10-17T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:52:59.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>17/10/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4529793163221544539?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4529793163221544539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=4529793163221544539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4529793163221544539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4529793163221544539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_17.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-322988266859294937</id><published>2009-10-15T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:39:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I bet thats what majority of the saints felt when they were leaving school. For the last time in uniform as a cohort until the actual A levels examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Saw many things for the last time today. The green of the tables. The permanent messiness of our homeroom no matter how long the cleaner spent in it. And it'll probably be almost 6 months before we &lt;s&gt;see&lt;/s&gt; hear leebeeyan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Was pretty touched by the little gifts my teachers and friends gave me. (except the old insincerestest gift. Hehheh) was especially touched by the stars that my ct mr ong. Aka scott. Gave. Each of us recieved a little box filled with stars that he personally handfolded. And to think that we have always seen him folding those stars wherever he goes. Even from the start of last year. Was dam nice of him laaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Had one of the funnest days in school. The simple hanging out with classmates as well as just joking around and such. I bet like ten years time we would look back at this and smile(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all could have choosen to pon this waste-of-time session that ate up our entire morning's study time (opportunity cost much?) or we could have ponned it just to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad i went to school today. Although i wasted one morning of work unaccomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i know which would make better memories(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-322988266859294937?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/322988266859294937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=322988266859294937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/322988266859294937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/322988266859294937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_15.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-5773558955298020007</id><published>2009-10-13T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:15:46.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>heyyys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at the club right now. With a wonky wireless@sg connection. So i don't know if this will go through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im waiting for thomas downstairs. Cause the study room is filled and we dont wanna sit at the lj tables. So we're going gym! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Last few weeks has been particularly harsh. Both mentally and physically draining. Slept an average of 4-5 hours a night. And (trying to) study thr other hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite crazy. Though i think my body kinda got used to it. Feel much less tired and sleepy nowadays. Like dont fall asleep in class and such. Haha. And i think we all know why. Cause of our 1plus? hour of nirvana each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. Dog is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to work hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedal to the metal peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-5773558955298020007?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/5773558955298020007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=5773558955298020007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5773558955298020007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5773558955298020007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_13.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1583806024922162118</id><published>2009-10-10T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:52:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hello. Reached home relatively early from the club today. Quite unproductive heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda shagged physically but my mind's still up and running. Crazy. I need to hyponotise my mind to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied at klp yesterday with my wonderful classmates. really broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The j1s had pw week today. Kinda reminded me on how we used to just rapid fire off bouncing ideas of each other just a year ago. Boy, time flies. Time is a really weird thing. Ever thought about how time passes so quickly when you're enjoying yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now go notice how much MORE quickly time passes when you're having fun while you're supposed to be doing work. Say, slacking instead of studying. I swore that there was only 15 mins between 430 and 600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Im broke. I know i've mentioned this already just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm really really broke):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone has a clue on how to get my hands on some money short of earning it or sueing anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200bucks a month is definately not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth can girls who recieve the same amout of pocket money still have so much spare to go shopping?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet their allowance of 200bucks must be inn like USD or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess that it doesnt have that guys spend 80% of these money on food. The remaining 10% on snacks. 8% on sweets. 2% on recreational activities. So dont blame us for not liking shopping. We actually dont hate it. We  just hate the fact that we're too broke for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is a rich man's sport. Just like golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright who wanna donate to brandon's post A level fund?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where can i get a good laser printer and some templates of the singapore 50 dollar bill?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1583806024922162118?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1583806024922162118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1583806024922162118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1583806024922162118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1583806024922162118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_10.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8918837731778983413</id><published>2009-10-06T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:37:04.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>some random lady at the club came up to the study room at 12 midnight to offer all of us chocolate cookies as a midnight snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young and old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male and female,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard to slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offered to everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she must have been a mother of someone who was studying there. And had some extra cookies to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nope. She was just another good-souled woman that cares for us complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at this point of time this is the kind of support i need. But the trouble is i dont even ask for you to be supportive. Im just asking for you to get off my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8918837731778983413?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8918837731778983413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8918837731778983413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8918837731778983413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8918837731778983413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_8615.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4541366643838857020</id><published>2009-10-06T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:29:28.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>some random lady at the club came up to the study room at 12 midnight to offer all of us chocolate cookies as a midnight snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young and old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male and female,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working hard to slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offered to everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she must have been a mother of someone who was studying there. And had some extra cookies to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nope. She was just another good-souled woman that cares for us complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at this point of time this is the kind of support i need. But the trouble is i dont even ask for you to be support. Im just asking for you to get off my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4541366643838857020?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4541366643838857020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=4541366643838857020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4541366643838857020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4541366643838857020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_06.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3886515539922553309</id><published>2009-10-03T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:41:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'</title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the outburst of emotions last night. Guess i have to man up to stuff like these if im every gonna survive in the corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading my old blog posts and it amazes me how much i've changed in the span of one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an all guys education to a mixed one. I think i adapted just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From someone who couldnt even blog a complete sentence to a person that shelley even called an atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within my life in sa i have witnessed myself changed. Sleeping habits and coomunication ways have all changed (for the better i hope?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, i really missed my sec4 days. I wouldnt be like others who always contemplate if jc life or secondary school life was better. Cause i know these two cannot be compared with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the very first place, the very idea of fun is not the same anymore. In jc, its the good clean fun. Drinking and just hanging. In sec school, it was mostly rowdy with great mixes of male bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What may have appeared fun in secondary school might not be that way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school it was fun to strip of a poor dude and just taupok him. It was fun to participate in epic nineteen players battlefield lan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now? Oh wait. these are still fun now. &lt;br /&gt;Okay screw it. Bad analogy. But ya know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess adolescence do not give you time and space to ponder and make sense of everything you're feeling. i guess the only thing you can do now is to hold on for your dear life on this train of change for the mere chance of surviving into adulthood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3886515539922553309?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3886515539922553309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3886515539922553309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3886515539922553309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3886515539922553309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_03.html' title='&apos;'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7529770305373548850</id><published>2009-10-03T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:22:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>fuck. im pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken o' tape recorder's running again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just cause i laugh off every criticism, every taunt and insult,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone things im invulnerable to emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but deep down, im only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon the rag doll's here.&lt;br /&gt;come'on take a shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7529770305373548850?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7529770305373548850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7529770305373548850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7529770305373548850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7529770305373548850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8674570483107096167</id><published>2009-09-27T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:36:15.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at the club now! Dog is still nowhere to be found. Bean is slacking. And im here alone. Sodarnhardwoking huh? Although i sat here for about half an hours already withou even picking up my pen, im still doing more work than both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways re-made friends with my childhood friend. Daryl. I kinda forgotten who he is already until he came over and introduced himself. Well i guess i was really young and small people have small brains. Huh neoneo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the second of such occasions this week already. The first being meeting my pri1 best friend marcus. Who is at, out of anywhere else, rjc. Well im glad both of them still remembers me even though i had difficulties recognising them at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Note to self - astons before soccer is a BAD idea. Really. Ate the double up chicken like two hours before the game and had a terrible stitch during the game. Was super lethargic and couldnt run at all. The sun wasnt helping either. Got quite a bad sunburn and it feels like im blushing when i talk to people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gp test tomorrow morning. What a way to start the week! Intending to pon but then again. We have so little time less as a class lets enjoy anymore left. Oh but im not going for assembly though. &lt;br /&gt;Haircheckzx suckxxzx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8674570483107096167?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8674570483107096167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8674570483107096167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8674570483107096167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8674570483107096167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_27.html' title='&apos;'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4493523025688359062</id><published>2009-09-26T06:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:19:14.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>heyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check - 0609 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven slept a wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im super proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied straight from 12? Until now and its a miracle i didnt fall asleep. remember when i said after a certain point at night you wont feel sleepy anymore? Yeap. Point proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. It isnt helping that chris and thomas are snoring on the couch chair thingy at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually. Its more of a penitence for earlier today. Where i blew off my entire day in a certain recreation activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. it doesnt mean that i regretted what i did. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. It wont be long before sleep deprivative delusions kick in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. The guard's coming up to check on us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. point to note - BOSS coffee is awesome for an all nighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4493523025688359062?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4493523025688359062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=4493523025688359062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4493523025688359062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4493523025688359062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1956603620987473575</id><published>2009-09-24T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:26:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>mrs kang : '' common spelling mistakes - leage of democracy''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siukiat : ''missing u...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww sk so sweet. But seriously. She's more than three times your age&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1956603620987473575?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1956603620987473575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1956603620987473575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1956603620987473575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1956603620987473575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_24.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8977339200093755537</id><published>2009-09-22T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:07:41.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>heyyys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school reopens after the long hari riya weekend. Got back some of my results and some of it was really unexpected. I either overshot my expectations or fall beneath it. Cant seem to get exactly what i aimed for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - B &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for A but paper 1 was really a letdown. Scoring just 50 over 100. Thought i could do better for P2 too. 76 over 100 but with tonnes of slap-myself-silly careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem - E&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully moderated to D. I only need .3 points to upgrade. Kinda expected after all. Cause my P3 was kinda screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs - B (case study)&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. really a shocker. only expected at most a D or C. and plus i deserve full credit. Scoring despite not attending more than four econs tutorial and lectures this entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also brings me. My first econs tutorial that i went for. Lyndon was kinda surprise but i put on my good image and he didnt question me any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i wish for A levels to be quickly over! And that the world will end before i take back my physics paper. Okay. Quite paradoxical but dont bother it okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8977339200093755537?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8977339200093755537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8977339200093755537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8977339200093755537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8977339200093755537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_22.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1334884586734354458</id><published>2009-09-18T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:59:31.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>if tomorrow never comes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will freaking cry): cause tmr's the last day of prelims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It didnt even feel Like prelims maybe caused they spread it out evenly with pretty much one paper per day only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics h1 mcq tmr! How exciting. Particularly that you enter the exam hall knowing that  80% of your entire paper is screwed because of the ridiculously hard paper two. It makes you wanna try your best to savage all twenty points from mcq see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is a super weird suject. And i totally suck at it. I guess no more tyco last minute chiong for C anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont bother teaching me. I'm too stupid for physics anyway. Hence im H1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which comes with its own benefits anyway. We end mcq paper 15mins earlier than the h2S. And in what other lesson do you get to sleep while listening to your ipod?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1334884586734354458?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1334884586734354458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1334884586734354458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1334884586734354458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1334884586734354458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_18.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-5823362916089705659</id><published>2009-09-14T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:06:17.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>okay. This is precisely why i don't study at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. As per mentioned, i'm studying at home. Or attempting to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Productivity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. Some small decimal point thing cause i did one part of a chem question. Negligible anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Perhaps its the wireless access. Haha. So i'm wasting time in opportunity cost, as well as blowing up a hole in this month's handphone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found maths today quite alright? Since stats was my strongest since. i'm kinda anxious for chem to pass though. Realised that i'm not very well versed in both theory as well as application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go to the club cause i was quite yawns after the marathon of a maths paper. Anw it was pointless to go for an hour or two cause of tomorrow's morning chem paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than after tomorrow theres physics. Where i hope i can just tyco through with some last minute magic like i did for BT1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My last physics was BT1 instead of BT2 cause i got the date wrong for the makeup paper. So they marked me an absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappp. Back to revision. I should just turn off my phone. Lets hope organic would be merciful to us all):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-5823362916089705659?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/5823362916089705659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=5823362916089705659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5823362916089705659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5823362916089705659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_14.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2608738063951653163</id><published>2009-09-12T03:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:31:26.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Productivity has taken a turn for the worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems haywire. My health, my studies, my impending grade, my relationship with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started out quite alright. Ended in shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh well, shan't talk about it. Let me just retreat into this tranquil hole where i least feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the beasts of past sins will still get back at me. It is only a matter of time where i got to suck it up and take these problems face on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not tonight please. &lt;br /&gt;For tonight, I just wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where all i needed was a little faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2608738063951653163?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2608738063951653163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2608738063951653163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2608738063951653163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2608738063951653163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-444176774129786659</id><published>2009-09-10T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:35:41.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>heh. I'm kinda happy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from a really wacky and random study session at the club. Thomas and i were the only ones studying pass one am at the club and we were totally SIAN of organic chem. Which we both totally sucked at): so we decided to play the real paper toss at first, which progressed to some hard throws of those paper balls to each other across the room... We were so darn bored that we ''fined'' each other ten cents for every missed catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost half an hour plus, i was down eighty cents. Teaches you not to bet catches against a softballer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwaeees. Bean appeared at like one thirty hahaha. And we were dam surprised. haha suber random (eh bean. I know your secret!:p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than we went on to throwing paper balls into the wall lamps. Haha. Left two inside the hole and a few minutes later, there was this burning smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : lights = hot ; paper = flammable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats not the entire reason for my happiness. Definately self deprivation caused lotsa my hyper and euphoria generating homones up and running at this late time, but i realised something about meself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, somthing about late late nights make me happy. Like being lost under the gigantic universe that is invisible in the day through the hustle and bustle of work. It makes you feel small, tiny even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its comforting to know that there are forces much bigger than you out there. And too, i really think late nights forge special friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're alone at home, you can really feel the night reaching out in its embrace. To give you solitude. Not loneliness. Says the block test gp paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the fact that you know that you're awake while the rest of the world sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes you feel unique(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a footnote, i'm also really glad that i've moreorless sort of these weird emotions that adolescence has brought in its wake. Realised than i've been confusing admiration for fondness. And maybe vice versa too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night sleep tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be awake for a little while longer(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-444176774129786659?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/444176774129786659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=444176774129786659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/444176774129786659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/444176774129786659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_10.html' title='.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3143357987125621209</id><published>2009-09-09T05:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:26:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'</title><content type='html'>hello. Just reached home from another midnight study session with thomas and andrew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its five twenty now. And im wide awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bathed already and just lie in bed, my body refusing to sleep, forgetting that it cried out for some shut eye not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its all in our body clock, we'll pass a certain point of time where we suddenly jerk wide awake. And no. Theres no caffine involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I really should go try to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Try harder i mean. Its another long day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres better things to do than just trying to stay alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3143357987125621209?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3143357987125621209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3143357987125621209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3143357987125621209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3143357987125621209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='&apos;'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7631702120094269773</id><published>2009-09-06T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:55:33.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPI</title><content type='html'>heys. Just got back from the club not too long ago. Been studying there alot these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to reassure you. Its not clubbing with those loud dance music and alcohol. But its my country club with... Well. Loud music coming from the blues bar downstairs and majong room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its open until like 7 am in the morning and opens again at 9am. And plus. its really conducive to study there. Partly cause we are governed by a set of rules with includes no outside food, no loud voices and apparently no nappibg. For god knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we, thomas and i, studied there for the past few days and some of us (not me) managed to forge more than friendships with fellow nolifemuggerdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not really sure of the extent of our positive peer influence on each other though. Ask me again after i get back my prelims results if l4d is good exam revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. We really hate it to be unable to seat at the comfi rollerchairs so we're going early tomorrow to chope seats before going for mass. Lol. What ugly singaporeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7631702120094269773?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7631702120094269773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7631702120094269773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7631702120094269773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7631702120094269773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/09/ppi.html' title='PPI'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-488160844562474561</id><published>2009-08-28T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:24:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>learned an awesome new thing about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my main source of inspiration is last minute panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp today was alright. i guess. compared to the previous BTs and all. had to rush through both paper 1 and 2 and finishing right on the dot cause i was stoning for abit during both papers. Never learn from my mistakes huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and besides, my invigilator is a fairy princess&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to chiong econs with half a mind today. i keep getting distracted by facedevilbook and himym. which, by the way was getting kinda predictable with some of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after gp. went to eat banmian for the SECOND time. dam proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;BRANDON eating NOODLES with CHOPSTICKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like. epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i ate dry. cause im allergy to noodles in their soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just that the thought of those self inflicted harm the noodles commit to themselves by committing suicide in a bowl of steam hot milk soup is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i just dont like the way it taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. im getting restless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep forgetting not to drink caffeine for no apparent reason. this is like the second time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. i foresee another insomniac night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poke the fairy in his ass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch gayboi turn to ash~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-488160844562474561?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/488160844562474561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=488160844562474561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/488160844562474561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/488160844562474561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_28.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2470350361794001191</id><published>2009-08-23T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:55:01.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. another weekend's is here. and in a blink, it will be long gone. washed away to a certain part of our brains storing all our precious memories for precious archiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went to billy lim's tuition early in the morning. arrived 20 minutes early. and still, the place was already packed. You know how people queue up overnight for freebies and jay chou concerts and such? yea. next time people will have to queue up for tuition. bring your own sleeping bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously an underground moshpit there. at least there's mee goreng. and thats another thing. you wanna see magic? just put a packet of chocolate eclairs in front of 50 hungry and restless adolescents. the entire packet will disappear even before the wrapping comes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after 3 hours of BOPing. andrew darren tim and i went to eat at J8. we decided to study after that and went to the library. where we were engulfed in another moshpit. students were raging in every available space there was. every corner and nook were filled with sitting, squatting, lying down teenagers making love with their books. We literally have to sneak past them in fear of accidentally trampling someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, decided to cab down to andrew house where we studied, followed by a short time of well deserved fifa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. my revision seem anything but close to completion. the only thing i wish for is for this A level exams to pass quickly. And that it wont claim any casualties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2470350361794001191?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2470350361794001191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2470350361794001191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2470350361794001191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2470350361794001191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_23.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3738970539009589075</id><published>2009-08-18T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:08:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://vs.jonaize.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petition against vjc's 6 year program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Victoria is something more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets keep it that way&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3738970539009589075?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3738970539009589075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3738970539009589075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3738970539009589075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3738970539009589075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpvs.html' title=''/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-6585832895148620411</id><published>2009-08-15T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:44:13.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vjc</title><content type='html'>so apparently, vjc is going for a 6 year program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so effectively, it makes vs redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me? thats bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no beating round the bush, next thing you know, vjc will run by the motto Auspicium Melioris Ævi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so vjc will turn out to be just another mediocre rjc. is that what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. just my blatant opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sons Of Victoria] - we'll keep your flag unfurled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-6585832895148620411?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/6585832895148620411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=6585832895148620411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6585832895148620411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6585832895148620411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/vjc.html' title='vjc'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2775649330310385005</id><published>2009-08-13T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:56:46.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>hello. just a random note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ez link card reads $6.66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if the devil's gonna take me tonight. i figured that this will be my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am willing my ipod back to chris and everything i have in my wallet to anyone who's willing to fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want rise against to play at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2775649330310385005?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2775649330310385005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2775649330310385005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2775649330310385005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2775649330310385005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_13.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8906645207777704822</id><published>2009-08-12T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:42:57.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>heh. been to this empty new post page for like several times this week. but every time i ended up typing something, it normally ends up in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it sucks to have short attention spans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i guess i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. wanted to turn this page into another one full of work related rants but decided against it. misery loves company? neh, misery loves someone else that is even worse off to make your misery seem less severe. its kinda a self consolation thing ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. basically i just wasted the entire day watching How I Met Your Mother. and its hilarious. seriously. watched it through physics and econs tutorials as well as ME. in which we had an emotional farewell for the last time of seeing Ms lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attendance was only like. 7? of the whole class and even so, i bet not one ear was tuned to ms lam's frequency. I mean, she's nice and all. but she's dead boring. not her fault i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembered last year when i accompanied fongwai to go for counciling cause fw wrote on our emotional list that we were suicidal. dam stupid. but we managed to polish off an entire jar of peanut butter cookies which were delicious. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting her sweets. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. cookies and sweets - not the best way to remember someone but at least its starters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can someone buy me a sleighhammer? i really need to destroy something. every time i power up my mac, i fall into the same trap. everyday. without fear. heres what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mac lights up &gt;&gt; i click adium and firefox &gt;&gt; adium tells me i have too many unidentified aliases (which makes no sense whatsoever) &gt;&gt; firefox brings me to email page &gt;&gt; 14 new emails. &gt;&gt; oh look, fw says "screw you brandon!" &gt;&gt; i click the link &gt;&gt;  GOODGAME  MATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lost in stupid facebook world. i swear. i do quizes till im bored. and a look at the top right hand of the com tells me i wasted 2 hours of my precious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you dont wanna know how retarded i feel after that. its like i have picked the spot, laid the bait, drew the big red X on the floor, hosed up the anvil. i still managed to walk into my own trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like i have brought my dog out for a walk and decided not to pick up after it. and than on the way home, stepped into my own dog's poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfpwnzzz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least these quizes tells me interesting stuff about myself right? yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"congratulations! you're a sagitarius!" yes i know deebweed. i am BORNED in december -.- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you're a brown m&amp;amp;m!" oh joy! now the only question is whether i have nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you'll die at age 78!" great! considering my facebook age is 86. now how can that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 90 days to A levels. my gosh. its freaking long way more! look. the days are still in double digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im falling into another trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On broken wings they collapse, will i ever see the break of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8906645207777704822?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8906645207777704822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8906645207777704822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8906645207777704822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8906645207777704822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_12.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8866944630629978047</id><published>2009-08-08T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:56:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kndjAlJC454&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kndjAlJC454&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You never said, you never said, you never said&lt;br /&gt;That it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Love is meant to be forever, now or never seems to discard&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a better way for me to say&lt;br /&gt;What's on my heart without leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me when I call your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Am I the reason for your endless sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be said and with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Your walls can only go down but so low&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me when I call your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated situations are the makings of all that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I've been standing in the river of deliverance way too long&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a better way for me to say&lt;br /&gt;What's on my heart without leaving scars&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me when I call your name?&lt;br /&gt;So, can you hear me when I call your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Am I the reason for your endless sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be said and with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Your walls can only go down but so low&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me when I call your name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8866944630629978047?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8866944630629978047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8866944630629978047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8866944630629978047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8866944630629978047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7342679383949367450</id><published>2009-08-05T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:22:08.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>-post taken down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case feelings get hurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7342679383949367450?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7342679383949367450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7342679383949367450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7342679383949367450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7342679383949367450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1668334570651888777</id><published>2009-08-01T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:18:16.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>Okay, im glad i didnt pon assembly today. there i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had this talk thing about our overall results. and our class didnt do very well on the average. even with 2 persons on the top scorer list. crap. than they dropped the bombshell. 27 days to promos. like. 4 weeks. uh huh luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims seems so far away only yesterday. some distant test in the future which will gauge our standings. relax, chill, its lightyears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this knowledge had been with us for awhile. That innocent lil' beachball has grown into a dynamite. time has crept up on all of us, even though we promised we wont let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. life sucks. brandon gtfo and go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick point to ponder - ever wonder how come so many ppl manage to hang the singapore flag THE OPPOSITE WAY ROUND? as in the crescent moon and stars are on the right side. This is utter disgrace to singapore, esp during the national day period. How much brain cells does it take to hang the flag the correct way? Since when did we become malaysians? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTTOBUY - full time teacher expert in CHEM, MATH, ECONS, and PHYSICS. Stay in full time. Must be willing to sleep on the floor, wake up at 5 and make my breakfast. Consultations as many time as i want. Sundays off to go to lucky plaza. GOOD PAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1668334570651888777?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1668334570651888777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1668334570651888777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1668334570651888777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1668334570651888777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/08/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3191533734043375272</id><published>2009-07-28T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:52:54.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mayday parade</title><content type='html'>oh one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for five years - mayday parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not the Taiwanese/Japanese/Hongkong/whatever-asian-country-they-are-from may-fail-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the guy looks like a dog, but. thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;just listen. the vocal harmonics are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6id9V9KUk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i6id9V9KUk0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that you dont have to go&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the snow, to wash over Georgia and kill the hurt&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could live in your arms&lt;br /&gt;and spend every moment I have with you&lt;br /&gt;stay up all night with the stars&lt;br /&gt;confess all the faith that I had in you&lt;br /&gt;I had in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, im sure and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another dream wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;Just be here now against me&lt;br /&gt;You know the words, so sing along for me baby&lt;br /&gt;For heavens sake I know you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but you won't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;This anniversary may never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Inside I hope you know im dying, with my heart beside me&lt;br /&gt;in shattered pieces that may never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;and if I died right now, you'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought with a month of apart, together would find us an opening&lt;br /&gt;and moonlight would provide the spark&lt;br /&gt;and that i would stumble across the key, or break down the door to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever could see us not you and me&lt;br /&gt;and you'd help me out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;and id give my heart as an offering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, im sure and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Another night, another dream wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;Just be here now against me&lt;br /&gt;You know the words, so sing along for me baby&lt;br /&gt;For heavens sake I know you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;but you won't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;This anniversary may never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Inside I hope you know im dying, with my heart beside me&lt;br /&gt;in shattered pieces that may never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;and if I died right now, you'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will always remember you as you are right now to me&lt;br /&gt;and I will always remember you now&lt;br /&gt;remember you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleep alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;with no one here just by your side&lt;br /&gt;sleep alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;how does he feel how does he kiss&lt;br /&gt;how does he taste while hes on your lips&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget you&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you&lt;br /&gt;i want to&lt;br /&gt;But i cant forget you&lt;br /&gt;so when this is over dont blow your composure baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget you&lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you&lt;br /&gt;I want to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3191533734043375272?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3191533734043375272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3191533734043375272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3191533734043375272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3191533734043375272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/mayday-parade.html' title='mayday parade'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3909063815991742895</id><published>2009-07-28T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:02:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugster</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just witnessed an extraordinary transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class who spent every free time between class playing bridge, is the class now that spends the time mugging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... not that its bad. haha. we have like 3 months before A's? thats like 12 weeks more man. and what is 12 weeks of hard work compared to the years you enjoy/hate your new university/where-ever-else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i saw this coming. the sign that said 180 days to A levels? and i told myself that i have to wait for inspiration, that is, last minute panic before i start studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. this is pretty last minute. haha. i dont wanna count the rest of the days. im too scared too. right now i just gotta mug like a root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. ignore me. mugging makes me nuts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3909063815991742895?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3909063815991742895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3909063815991742895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3909063815991742895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3909063815991742895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/mugster.html' title='mugster'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7301480757749816913</id><published>2009-07-24T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:58:21.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>el nino</title><content type='html'>I saw fernando torres today. and it really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to belittle jamie caragher but once torres stepped into velocity, it was a one-man shopping center. Girls fainted. the rest of us testosterone filled gender was reduced to squealing schoolgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, without a doubt, he is good looking man. Basically, he was a walking orgasm. I could even hear a few shouts of "screw me torres!" from deep husky voices. eww?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. as you guessed, i was at velocity for the meet the player session thing. it was supposed to be jamie and skrtel but skrtel was injured and torres replaced him. lucky shiets. And torres was just like 2 meters away from us. No joke man. I swear that there was a wand hidden in his pocket and saw magical sparks flying out of his right shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiwei Nelia Lester Kevin and I ponned chem tutorial just for this moment. and MAN it was worth it. i mean, would you rather see fugly bitch/cone boobs or THE el nino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were standing along the path where he would walk to the stage and he walked pass no less than 4 times. I didnt even noticed carragher walking behind him the first two rounds. Got off some pretty good shots of the pretty boi but yiwei's one was awesome. check it on facebook. On the way out to the car, he showed a thumbs up sign to yiwei. She claimed that sparks flew. The only way we can tell is if torres loses his balance constantly during the match against singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well too bad i wouldnt be going. I mean, it would be great and all to be part of the KOP but for 80 bucks? And knowing the conservative nature of singaporeans, i just have this nagging feeling that the sensation just wont be as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Going away from the topic of soccer, i had recently embarked on rachel's study maths campaign and well, i guess its working. My classmates and i have successfully last through the week chionging maths questions during any free breaks. (well, except today. Where i decided that during my physics tutorial / free period, i didnt want to do anything mental and just became mental instead. Spending the entire hour doing stupid stuff. ask siukiat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have studied maths to a point where i might actually appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually like it? doing maths? well. the europhia you get when you solved a particularly tricky question is quite unlike that of a mini victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darnit. Someone please check me into woodbridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a lil' south of sanity&lt;br /&gt;†Bran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7301480757749816913?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7301480757749816913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7301480757749816913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7301480757749816913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7301480757749816913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-nino.html' title='el nino'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4672912654508736532</id><published>2009-07-23T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:25:00.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SGC</title><content type='html'>hello. okay. as you know my results sucks. D D S U A.&lt;br /&gt;yea. A for absent. cause someone screwed up. long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got 34 rank points. thank you dear oprah winfrey - redeeming souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed my School Graduating Certificate last week. it was total bullcrap. hahaha. i doubt a six year old infant would fall for it la. wrote about my "giving a 100% both on and off court" and loads of "never-say-die attitude propelled his team to a 4th placing finish" and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well technically im not lying. im just leaving out some important parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course a little exaggeration. "brandon was unanimously voted on multiple occasions as CNY deco rep as well as NDP hamper rep and chinese class energy rep due to his attitude towards the full completion of the task at hand" when actually, i got sabo-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, all 3 paragraphs (stanzas, haha very funny...) were designed to scam a poor old university fogey that has probably read a thousand other SGCs to accept you. Piece of cake. And who said lying was a bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing about that. its like im freaking writing my own obituary page. kinda weird... haha. i wonder who would turn up for my funeral. i want fongwai to play something at my wake. and not some jonas gay bro thing okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4672912654508736532?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4672912654508736532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=4672912654508736532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4672912654508736532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4672912654508736532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/sgc.html' title='SGC'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4050925904306841946</id><published>2009-07-21T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:35:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bt2</title><content type='html'>brandon, you're fucking stupid. 3 months to A's and you are still getting U's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you please buck up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4050925904306841946?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4050925904306841946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=4050925904306841946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4050925904306841946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/4050925904306841946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/bt2.html' title='Bt2'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7488350361262581660</id><published>2009-07-19T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:34:15.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter</title><content type='html'>hellos. went for harry potter and the half blood prince. well. truth to be told, it was more of a teenage love comedy than anything else, with a little spark thrown in here and there. and of course, the numerous jokes of pot face (the actor of crape was sentenced to prison for growing marijuana plants. lol) and emma watson (face of burberry) and of course, the wayne rooney lookalike throughout the movie. Doubtlessly this was because i was sitting with andrew and darren and edmund and you can never sit through an entire movie without no-hold-bars personal attacks on the characters on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. thought the way the storyline was protrayed was not too bad. considering the limited time frame and the details of the story cramped into the tomestone of the book. well. it leaves the story wide open and i am excited to see how the director portrays the end of the story. it would require pure genius to bring the magic of the climax of the story onto flim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7488350361262581660?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7488350361262581660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7488350361262581660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7488350361262581660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7488350361262581660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter.html' title='harry potter'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7251337533013833621</id><published>2009-07-12T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:31:04.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down with the sickness.</title><content type='html'>hello. just got back from some cranky clinic. have high fever and phlegm down my windpipe. and i cant get those banglas that are drilling a new pipe for my brain juice inside my head to stop. so looks like im have to endure it and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really scares me is that i was in contact with swines. russell and jerome. and i am totally afraid of my parents and grandparents catching it from me. if i had it in the first place. as you know. my mom just recovered from cancer and her immunity is low and so. haha. and worse. i am stuck wearing this stupid mask. breathing in recycled air. sucks. dont try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the doctor i went to at serangoon was a total nutjob. before i went in. i had to put a deposite incase i raid through all their medicine. and stole all their tamiflu, that i would lose my grandtotal of 25 dollar. sing. and i bet he would gladly perform a lobotomy on a patient with sinus for that fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going in, there was a term and conditions thing that i have to agree to. and sign my name. it includes&lt;br /&gt;-dont bother to question the doctor's diagnosis ( than you would be better off treating yourself)&lt;br /&gt;-dont interupt when the doctor is speaking. or writing down notes. (you are solely responsible if a wrong treatment is issued. and you probably dont want a hepatitis jab for a butt itch)&lt;br /&gt;-only one person speaks at any one time (haha reminds one of kangbitch)&lt;br /&gt;-if the patient is chinese, one must only converse in chinese or one of its dialects (more on this later)&lt;br /&gt;-MCs will not be issued regardless or not you are the prime minister's daughter's friend's father's ceo's niece' grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. more on the chinese part. i am so proud of myself. i managed to converse to the doctor without feeling utterly stupid. only when i thought he meant if i have constipation when he asked if my throat itches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my benefit. i will argue that after i first knocked. i tried to converse in english. defying all odds and braving icy chills and fiery dagger blasts from the doctor's eyes. then again, he shushed me just with a flick of his hand. but the important thing is that i tried. right? the queen of england should give me a medal for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end, he didnt even give me a diagnosis. send me my pills, write me an mc, and send me on my way. i guess i haven obtained H1N1 or else i would be swished away on an abulance to the CDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. got mc's for 2 days. means still have to sit for the paper on wednesday. wanted to argued. but i decided against it and zipped my mouth. after all, im still gonna get A for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. while i sit here look like a ninja turtle with my too cool blue facemask. can any of you loves please tell me the questions for chem paper 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bran†&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7251337533013833621?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7251337533013833621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7251337533013833621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7251337533013833621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7251337533013833621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-with-sickness.html' title='down with the sickness.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-5741766260289546791</id><published>2009-07-11T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:27:52.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>econs tutor</title><content type='html'>well. i got a fairy for an econs tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes less econs tutorials and more &lt;s&gt;ponning&lt;/s&gt; self study sessions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-5741766260289546791?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/5741766260289546791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=5741766260289546791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5741766260289546791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5741766260289546791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/econs-tutor.html' title='econs tutor'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2402336043352729169</id><published>2009-07-03T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:51:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>just thought it was quite bastard to play fallout boy's version of beat it on michael jackson's tribute. considering how horrendous a cover it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2402336043352729169?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2402336043352729169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2402336043352729169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2402336043352729169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2402336043352729169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8207190759309029438</id><published>2009-06-30T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:19:48.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>hello. as you might know that i have been quarantined for this entire week. not that i am particularly happy about it. MOH called to say that its best i stay away from school. however, i dont find myself jumping around with joy. it almost seem as if i dont want this extra holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright shoot me. but i think i prefer to be in school sitting for some boringass exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno. after this month long holiday, i kinda feel bored by all this too-much-time-to-spend thing. sitting at home doing nothing is not my type. i can rarely sit at one spot before turning restless. fidgeting and playing with random stuff. obviously patience is not one of my many many MANY virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in fact i am not exactly quarantined. so too speak. i can walk about the street doing the makarena without being arrested. im just kinda stuck inbetween being house bound, and being school bound. so im kinda in limbo where i can go out, except i cant go to school. darn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and than theres the fact that there is exams. everyone is mugging. or SHOULD BE mugging. so there arent anyone to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im bored outta my skull. recommend me any fb game. i'll play it. i just did this personality trait thing off the internet with over 150 questions. i even registered an account to do so. my gosh, am i really that bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it just gave me confirmation on what i already know like 2 billion years ago. that i am sociable and might lose control of myself blahdeeblah that i have a hint of leadership if only i am not too overly concerned about having fun. occupations that suits me ranges from a physical therapist to a carpenter to a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. cant imagine myself building a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. technically im supposed to informed the school guy. liek chia or something that i am well and that i am not contorting in pain spasm while being mauled by a killer whale before 8 am EVERY SINGLE DAY. however TECHNICALLY the message said BEFORE 8 am. so im gonna send the sms before i sleep. it IS before 8 am anyways. unless someone can come to me with an idea on how to send pre-programmed text messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8207190759309029438?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8207190759309029438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8207190759309029438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8207190759309029438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8207190759309029438'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, im so gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna be part of my will just drop me a tag kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway jokes aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care russell and get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as well as all the tennis guys and geraldine dionne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8693005035089042352?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8693005035089042352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8693005035089042352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/06/fail-owned-van-wholedale-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/"&gt;Fail Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA DAM FUNNY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-764125348800048980?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/764125348800048980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=764125348800048980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/764125348800048980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/764125348800048980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/06/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1533189225004422238</id><published>2009-06-22T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:21:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sophia</title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i learned something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned that it IS possible that people can like music from a totally different genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grudge metal - metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard rock - bubble gum pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still. i think you guys shuld still go listen to this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x5cnSn1XMk"&gt;Sophia by Nerina Pallot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i was hooked the first time i heard it on sherrie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt help that Nerina is FREAKING HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. incase you all were wondering, i HAVE NOT turn gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp. i checked myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to hear jonas brothers on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they still suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course theres school tomorrow. theres remedial and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause im too goddam scared of contracting H1N1 flu and going throught seventeen hundred surgeries followed by half a year long drug induced coma and finally contacting pneumonia while being showered by a negligent nurse when i was comatised and then dying a long painful death living on cherry flavoured marshmallows for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1533189225004422238?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1533189225004422238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1533189225004422238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1533189225004422238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1533189225004422238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/06/sophia.html' title='sophia'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1039283975961303996</id><published>2009-06-19T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:28:36.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook</title><content type='html'>at this moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that playing facebook games are more important that my A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you brandon&lt;div 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title='facebook'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2088055007563555450</id><published>2009-06-15T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:19:08.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chain reaction</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing chain reaction these days on fb. haha. addictive much? its pretty stress relief-ing. especially now that the muggingsyndrome has come to each and every one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt like bubbles popping up. and now. COLOURFUL bubbles. yum, who can resist that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and as usual, it made me ponder about the chain reaction in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young, i thought it would be dam cool to affect my own future by like doing something unusual. for example, if i fell down, i would think back and ask myself if i would have still fallen down if i had instead drank orange juice instead of milk for breakfast. yes, retarded i know... cause you never know what would have happened if you took the alternate route. and even if you drank orange juice and didnt fall down, you wouldnt know what would happen if you drank milk. except that you will miss out on a whole bunch of vitamin C's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, all these applys to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like chain reaction where your balls expands, and knocks into someone else's balls, and his balls expand, and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine. bad analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet. your actions really do affects someone else, which in turn affects someone else. and so forth. getting angry isnt really an answer to your questions in life. you get angry at person A, he gets pissed, he takes it out on B, who takes it out on C. and so on until there are no more alphabets. and finally Z will get pissed off by Y and will take it out on YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what goes around comes around kids. it really help if you consider the consequences before you flare up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my kinda anger that im trying to change - impulsive, random and totally uncontrollable. but at least it only last for awhile, when the dust settles i still have to clean the shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clear the way, holy brandon on a stroll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2088055007563555450?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3409699950334140192</id><published>2009-06-10T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T18:54:08.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from the easiest exam in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in and i wasn't required to speak a single word, write any word. heck, i am not even required to move at all! plus, i got to listen to radio that the nice lady gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp. i just came back from a MRI test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) uses magnetic field to align hydrogen nuclei in the body to obtain a visualization of my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed an MRI cause they found this bone cyst in my body. on my bone of course. and they had to check if it was cancerous. test turns out negative anyway so i didnt have to go for a biopsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. the Filipino nurse almost killed me when i was there. she turned to golden chinese oldies radio station when i was doing the MRI. even though i specifically asked for 98.7. so i pressed the emergancy buzzer and told them that the radio station was wrong. and they scolded me for misusing the buzzer. schmucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the test lasted 45 minutes. you really want me to die in the least favorable way isit? to die of too much chinese oldie music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got my request and i spent 45 minutes snoozing inside the big round circlular thing. the aircon there was quite shiok. got ambience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the test at mount alvernia, i was supposed to collect the locker key from my dad to open up the locker which contains my clothes (yes, i had to change into surgical clothings. brandon in a skirt hohoho. get over it kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but however, my pop went to TTSH to get my other X ray scans. so i ended up walking around like a loser in a skirt (much like those zombies in L4D except i am not blood thirsty. i was hungry) for a good part of 20 minutes before i realize that the nurse has a duplicate key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. brandon 1 - lockers 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, not including food, mount A is a generally nice place. it was cozy and very american lookin' clinics. it doesnt have the choking smell of antisceptics (which i HATEHATEHATE) that is always present at TTSH or SGH. and there are stuff to read everywhere. yipyip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3409699950334140192?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3409699950334140192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3409699950334140192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3409699950334140192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3409699950334140192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/06/mri.html' title='MRI'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1866571883188804314</id><published>2009-06-07T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:05:22.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noob</title><content type='html'>noobshit. theres no such thing as methene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1866571883188804314?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1866571883188804314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1866571883188804314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1866571883188804314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1866571883188804314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/06/noob.html' title='noob'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2241312963468054121</id><published>2009-06-04T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:31:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jun-ies</title><content type='html'>hello. long time no post. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. it seems that after season, theres a sudden influx of free time that i have no idea what to do. darnit. i need things to be planned out! i hate to be left with nothing to do. and i hate having to do stuff thats impromtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm a ganchiong spider after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every next step must be thought through before carrying it out. else, something bad will happen.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, my mind seem to link all the bad stuff to my failure to think ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my season ended with tears and heavy hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could have won. should have, rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough of that, i dont wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. the junies are here! and my class marked it by a trip to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attendance this year is poor, with only like 10 people compared to the previous 15+?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up training for captains ball in the sand for their competition the next day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats commitment for ya folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly enough, we did not even touch the water. so basically we could have just went to a nearby sandbox for a similar experience. haha. not like im complaining or anything. i had fun and it was time well spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been spending alot of time out lately. and i hope i'm not neglecting my work. i promise and double promise that i will be a mugger dog for the rest of the year kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my classmates getting me addicted to L4D (again) is not helping my case. but i resolve not to touch the com for gaming purposes after this june holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. one fast fact about brandon. he cant keep his resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year resolution is up in smokes. as of every resolution thusfar. i cant even say that the resolutions blew up midair. it sort of like never even left the runway. like it all explodes in the hanger before it even hits the runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to date, my longest resolution was the lay-off-of-vodka one this year. i made almost 2 and a half month before some asshole scammed me. (he told me it was redbull when instead its some vodka coconut concortion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i hope del porto beat that sob of a sod-erling and meet federer in the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss. i freaking hate clowns. i have no idea why. i just saw this magic show on channel U where this clown performs a magic trick. i was dam scared of it. big shoes and red nose and all. tell you... the tingling up my spine could have been made by a steam train doing sucides along my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2241312963468054121?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2241312963468054121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-6510665339415397088</id><published>2009-05-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:33:44.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>Time, is going by so much faster than I,&lt;br /&gt;and I’ve started to regret not spending all of it with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-6510665339415397088?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/6510665339415397088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=6510665339415397088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6510665339415397088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6510665339415397088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8734781928377659798</id><published>2009-05-01T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:30:21.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>you know how when you read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that it is so exciting that you want to keep on flipping the pages and reading on, getting on with the plot and reaching the climax. but at the same time you dread turning the pages as it will bring you closer to the last page, the inevitable end of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. thats how im feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how to live without training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should take up the assistant coach job once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my sports =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8734781928377659798?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8734781928377659798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8734781928377659798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8734781928377659798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8734781928377659798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/05/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2551943699165059679</id><published>2009-04-18T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:35:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A div</title><content type='html'>hey. so this mark the start of the A div season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won our match against vj. 4-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played doubles with khee ern against rahul and ting yau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. and i trained with these two for almost 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia of vs tennis man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we won 9-5 for that set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played against NYJC today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partnered taijun this time and won them 9-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still not happy with my performance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea why. i just happen to be framing alot and the ball doesnt always end up where i want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapp):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2551943699165059679?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2551943699165059679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2551943699165059679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2551943699165059679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2551943699165059679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Saturday marked the last training before season. and probably the last one before season for me jerome nick weirong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a year plus since we started off as newbies in this team. and i have to say that we have gone a long way, both on and off court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are extremists, we are radicals. the way we can be so serious while emo-talking. and yet so childish after training is quite hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, after training, we played in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the time of our lives, nothing to hold us back, without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its stupid. yes, to fall sick 4 days before season. but thats the way we are. fun takes precedence over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the way we roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super happy that i am part of SAJC tennis '09. whether we get any metal this year around our necks or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silver or bronze or even the glimpse of the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outcomes wont affect my take on this tennis team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE it to bits. Awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we enter the A divs. no matter if we face tough opponents, or ones that we deserve to trash. always remember that this is what we have trained the whole year for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RESPECT our opponents. But respect ourselves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MORE  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7069556558624654925?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7069556558624654925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7069556558624654925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7069556558624654925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7069556558624654925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/04/tennis.html' title='tennis'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1410982460987622463</id><published>2009-04-11T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:23:25.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW</title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day on thursday and it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were like a thousand falls on the track. and countless baton drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had its fair share of weirdos running barefooted? and one even losing a shoe halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, it was like disney on ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i shouldn't be so bad. karma happens. just ask anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self - be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. A for pw. and i have alot of people to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i am not the best team player in this crap subject called pee double-u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am not the most hard working person that does all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my involvement in this project is nothing compared to rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hence, she has to be the person i would like to affirm first. she totally dominated our wr and also had the heart to chase me for my PIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than next gotta be alex and qixuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not the most focused group and our attention span cannot match groups like siukiat's and others. however, the fun and joy time spent with them is enough to make even PW slightly bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the most important would be the teachers - scottong and faizah5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, they are the most dedicated teachers around, collecting many drafts from everyone. chasing and correcting, reviewing and advising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so THANK YOU everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seasons next week. and yay i found something that pays me 50 bucks for 3 hours a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1410982460987622463?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1410982460987622463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1410982460987622463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1410982460987622463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1410982460987622463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='PW'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2923362645656618249</id><published>2009-04-04T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:40:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>econs</title><content type='html'>econs.sucks.ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2923362645656618249?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2923362645656618249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2923362645656618249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2923362645656618249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2923362645656618249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/04/econs.html' title='econs'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3059489925044220713</id><published>2009-03-31T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:40:00.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>FK! i was only joking when i said i wanted to cut my hair real short like a good little nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtfwtfwtfqtfnbbbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. my hair is like grass now. no. more like weed. its dam disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably go hide under a stone until it grows back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. why cant hair growing technology be any greater! arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk cya guys. or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3059489925044220713?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3059489925044220713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3059489925044220713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3059489925044220713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3059489925044220713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair.html' title='hair'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7540122721700935162</id><published>2009-03-21T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:28:35.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch!</title><content type='html'>arghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs is a bitchbitchbitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like one of the first time that i actually attempted to study econs for a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i studied the wrong chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i am an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plus the chapter is fracking long. like, seven million pages long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is. joanne woh messaged me the topics like 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL WENT TO STUDY THE SHIT! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so qi4 si3 wo3 le4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so bad for morale that i gave up trying to study the other topics and instead. i went to do facebook quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;CUTCUTCUT - PAUL SCHOLES READ CARDED FOR HANDBALL OFF THE LINE! LOSE MAN UNITED LOSEEEEE!!! DIE DIE DIE YOUWILLNEVERWALKALONE&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                              )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear. there are like 3 billion retards making these quizzes. has. but most are funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If a mother has 3 children, how many female are there?&lt;br /&gt;a) 2&lt;br /&gt;b) 7.5&lt;br /&gt;c) none - they are all polar bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and freak. i kana scammed by one of them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the "are you a retard?" quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it choose to characterise me under the label - you are stupid just by completing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its because i am too gullible and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. some of them are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like when they said i am shy and softspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i need to go cut my hair. cut it real short like a good little nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need muney. like loads of munies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should rain monies once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i love fulham. go kick man u's ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7540122721700935162?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7540122721700935162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7540122721700935162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7540122721700935162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7540122721700935162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitch.html' title='bitch!'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3756621844855518276</id><published>2009-03-15T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:19:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red cliff</title><content type='html'>hello. it was a boring boring sunday and i spent my time watching redcliff one and two. which i borrowed from videoEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to tennis but it rained. again. for like the third consecutive sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a generally alright movie. one was nicer as two was getting a bit draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but omgosh. zhuge liang is dam smart. and caocao is a selfpwn dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfpwn - the act of deliberately carrying out a task intending to cause misfortune to others. but backfires terribly and hurting oneself.&lt;br /&gt;see also - shooting oneself in his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfpwn is when you walk your dog at the park and refuse to clean up its poo. than later, you step on your own dogs poo on your way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfpwn is when you intend to pangseh your friend at a ulu place. but end up getting lost yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidentally falling off your chair is not selfpwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing a prank on someone and laughing until you fall off your chair IS selfpwn.&lt;br /&gt;you follow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my complicated life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3756621844855518276?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3756621844855518276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3756621844855518276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3756621844855518276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3756621844855518276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-cliff.html' title='red cliff'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-6226448498117773954</id><published>2009-03-13T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:04:51.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BT1s</title><content type='html'>sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are a bitch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its mentally AND physically draining. it is taxing on your mental capacities as well as stretching your sanity to breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i heard from sk that A level maths paper consist of two 3 hour long paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy. i fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, 6 hours is a super long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should like allow us to bring food inside. or better, open a pataya rice stall in the examination hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, exams are expensive. i am freaking running out of stationaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the number of staple bullets everyone uses to bind the paper should be used instead to build a home made of stainless steel for the poor. (brandon the saint here. always thinking about the poor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and correction tapes are another omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should see the amount of liquid paper i use. seriously, its like... paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's freaking ex too. like 1 buck a refill and 1 refill for every exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like i'm paying for it but brandon just feels like bitching about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again. BT1 is almost over. After this, long hours of relaxation and freedom awaits!&lt;br /&gt;No more trying to cramp two dozen organic elephants into your little coconut of a brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all these will last. Until MSA2 of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-6226448498117773954?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/6226448498117773954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=6226448498117773954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6226448498117773954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6226448498117773954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/03/bt1s.html' title='BT1s'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3301009884149948508</id><published>2009-03-07T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:22:44.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese As</title><content type='html'>Hey yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i'm elated at getting a sub-pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, a big fat S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. in the first place, it brought more joy than relief cause i didn't know what to expect in the first place to even feel relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i hoped for was that the letter on that lil' pink sheet was not any vowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it was my classmates that broke the result to me. cause they peeped at the result list.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, but i didnt trust them initially and with a good reason as well - i thought i screwed up like 90% of the paper (which i think i actually did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but allas. the pink sheet fell to my hands and i fell to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never was i so happy to see an S crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self - trust your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happiest part of it all was that i would never be forced to be in touch with chinese for the rest of my life. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you bound me hand and feet i shall NEVER FALTER in my quest to be a monolingual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats besides ordering chao guo tiao of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats technically not chinese. it's food-ese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall speak english till the day i die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think about that, the fat S was kinda surprising in that i did not study for the paper whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. before you go ranting about my attitude. i would like to clarify that my attitude is faultless but instead... i COULD NOT study even if i wanted to. cause i do not even understand the passage in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dictionaries are no help cause i need to find the meaning of the meaning of the word. than the meaning of the meaning of the meaning of the word. and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that spoke much about my command of the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows. im glad that all this is finally behind me. my S is safely at my behind and that in fact, this seemingly out of reach S hole was not so unreachable in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just have to reach out with your fingertips and embrace it with open arms(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3301009884149948508?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3301009884149948508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3301009884149948508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3301009884149948508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3301009884149948508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/03/chinese-as.html' title='Chinese As'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8618866442517986090</id><published>2009-02-18T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:33:29.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeepy.</title><content type='html'>hellos. you are currently reading a post by a very tired brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems that this particular brandon is also addicted to poka premium milk tea. which cost only $1.20 at the petrol kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh i wish the time table will change into something good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE on the same day as training is a strict no-no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe used to be so much more funnnner la. now we have to actually do physical education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm very scared for my sit and reach. i think i'm a plank of wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8618866442517986090?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8618866442517986090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8618866442517986090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8618866442517986090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8618866442517986090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleeepy.html' title='sleeepy.'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-4481051832724913645</id><published>2009-02-11T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:08:58.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ccoke</title><content type='html'>heys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned a new thing about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SUPER prone to sugar rushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like for example. i drank yakult yesternight. and my friends told me i was sprouting nonsense on msn. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today before 2.4km. i drank COKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. i had the happiest 2.4 in my life. i practically skipped through the entire 6 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy go run is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a shittier note, my phone had been hangging and so i sent it for repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the coconut technician went to erase the entire phone memory without saving it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my entire contact list is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do me a favour willya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send me a text with your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksthanksthanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-4481051832724913645?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/4481051832724913645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>rest in peace</title><content type='html'>i have never known you. but i have seen you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're bubbly, you're friendly, you're out going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had a nice laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never known you personally, and i will never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not know you any better. i didn't cared to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. that seems like the biggest tragedy of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jaclyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born to eternal life : 08/02/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1662638065829577301?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-96193447776148751</id><published>2009-02-07T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:44:27.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eleventeen</title><content type='html'>heyheyhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up after 3 hours of afternoon nap and i am pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm the only person in the world that gets pumped with adrenaline because of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. told you i' m unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis again in the morning. started with trials. so we had to run 2.4&lt;br /&gt;and lemme tell you. 2.4 in a size 11 barricades is NO JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like flying cross country on a bumble bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was friendly match. i lost to the same guy as last time. brandondoesn'twanttotalkaboutit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maggie mee makes me choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i learned that uncooked egg yoke is dam cute. it can roll around and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i learned that sitting on the wooden lifting things are NO GOOD. especially with trying too hard to impress people with their muscles with dancers looking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing. i learned that i learn more stuff when i am NOT physically in lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasps. i have always thought i was smart. until school made me dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-96193447776148751?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/96193447776148751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=96193447776148751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/96193447776148751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/96193447776148751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/02/eleventeen.html' title='eleventeen'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-6564550534387692739</id><published>2009-02-02T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:08:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection</title><content type='html'>well. one quote before i'm off to never never land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything was perfect, than wouldn't it be too easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song lyric. but point to ponder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-6564550534387692739?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/6564550534387692739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=6564550534387692739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6564550534387692739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6564550534387692739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfection.html' title='perfection'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2628338917685864498</id><published>2009-01-31T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:01:43.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>3 / 30 for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brain is spoilt. i can seem to remember stuff well. much less organic chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my concentration is epic fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. everytime i sit down and study, slowly, my eyes will cross and the words will merge together, creating multiply optical illusion that is oh-so-cool to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres remedial on tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count me in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. i think what i need is a change in attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with eyes the size of baby worlds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2628338917685864498?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2628338917685864498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2628338917685864498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2628338917685864498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2628338917685864498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/01/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-5218191786122413982</id><published>2009-01-25T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:19:38.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis</title><content type='html'>i dont think i'm improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. not fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappp man. A levels sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. at least i'm sure (i think) that i shall not retain. harbored that thought in my head for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what candice said made sense. "one year's a long time, and would you rather spend it studying for A levels or studying for you're promos again. and even if you screw up A's, you can still pay to take it again next year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought about it and well. yea. i shall not retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. CNY celebration in school was a big LAWL. basically we spent the seed money of 50 bucks to buy food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was the surprise of the century that our class lost. even with such a brilliant and talismanic CNY deco rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy CNY ppl! and heres wishing you an (quote) ang pow orgy (unquote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a piece of paper flutter down eighteen stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-5218191786122413982?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/5218191786122413982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=5218191786122413982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5218191786122413982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5218191786122413982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/01/tennis.html' title='tennis'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-6634998107921187230</id><published>2009-01-16T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:47:47.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i survived</title><content type='html'>you know those badges they give out at disney land? the one where it reads&lt;br /&gt;"I survived Jurassic Park 3!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i think they should give out those badges in schools too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week of school have left me maimed and in serious need of a lobotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont even get me started on the totally unnecessary hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the CHINESE NEW YEAR DECO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf man. i cant even differentiate between the "chai" word and those other long phrases of chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. BRANDON HAS SURVIVED THE FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-6634998107921187230?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/6634998107921187230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=6634998107921187230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6634998107921187230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/6634998107921187230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-survived.html' title='i survived'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-7938150944827581702</id><published>2009-01-14T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:46:07.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arguments</title><content type='html'>3 things i've learned about arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if you can't win by reason, go for volume.&lt;br /&gt;crank up that stereo mouth of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if you cant win by volume, go for frequency.&lt;br /&gt;spam reasons why you should have it your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. if you cant win by frequency, just knee down and beg.&lt;br /&gt;well at least you still win right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-7938150944827581702?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/7938150944827581702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=7938150944827581702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7938150944827581702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/7938150944827581702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/01/arguments.html' title='arguments'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2500373947601706214</id><published>2009-01-13T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:40:33.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubiks cube</title><content type='html'>have u ever tried a rubik's cube?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not. go get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... the most obvious way to solve one is to get the most colour of squares together as u can right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well wrong. u just have to approach it one face at a time. treating it as individual problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then comes the hard part. how to solve the second face without breaking up the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard. if u do not have instructions. i guess everyone needs a little helping hand once in a while. a little asking for help won't hurt. divine intervention can come in the form of a friend. or even wikipedia. but it's help nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now you've solved every face except the last one. you've got the cross in the middle and jumbled up at the sides. this time the problem looks severe. the chances of completing seems bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible! you question. you can never solve the edges without messing it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes. you have to mess minute details up to get the whole thing back perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you follow the steps once again. each turn makes the other faces even more random. it seems like you screwed up. you are back at step one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still you follow the instructions. it doesnt matter what it looks. as long as i'm following the instructions, i should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and than lowandbehold. a clockwise turn to the right, and an anticlockwise at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything matched up. what seemed impossible moments ago just seem to appear much less monstrous in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go reread from the start and think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times when your troubles seem the most complicated. it just takes a little faith, and little help from above, listen to His gentle promptings. A little obedience to Him even when his instructions seem to head nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and there, everything shall be complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2500373947601706214?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2500373947601706214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2500373947601706214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2500373947601706214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2500373947601706214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/01/rubiks-cube.html' title='rubiks cube'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-5378898061785096675</id><published>2009-01-08T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:22:41.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPOD</title><content type='html'>hey mans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the receiving end of some charitable work recently and hence, i am now using an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an ipod shuffle that is. and omg the difference in classic and shuffle is VASTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first of all. the shuffle only holds less than 10% of my total itunes library. (HINTHINTHINT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so either i have to get another classic fast, OR, i can get 9 more shuffles. which i can get for signing up multiple times for starhub max online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man. im on a saving spree. went out the whole day today and manage to not-break my 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which meant i spend 30 bucks plusminus. (hey this includes MUTHUUU curry dinner oKaY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some way to earn more money. without any hard legal work i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. random fact, the guys working at muthu curry are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; named Muthu! omgosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was like chan, and some gqhjwlg name without any vowel and yea, there was a sebastian. WHAT THE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sebastian dude was kinda tulan (imsure he even knows wad it means but anyways...) cause we were ordering and cancelling and ordering again. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea. random fact 2. i learnt a new word. paparat! the indian biscuit thingy thingy. omg i was so proud of myself. infact i kept ordering it and prouncing it slowing to the waiters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? who says brandon does not participate actively in cultural exchange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph. and zhihwa kept eating my naan(see. new word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can excel well in tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i got impor(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAN&lt;/span&gt;)t stuff to tell you all kaypohchees. just ask nicely(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-5378898061785096675?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/5378898061785096675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=5378898061785096675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5378898061785096675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5378898061785096675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/01/ipod.html' title='IPOD'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8297376148907142944</id><published>2009-01-05T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:44:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4F chalet</title><content type='html'>okay wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i have things to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person at the 4f chalet who look ridiculously like me? yea. but its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i swears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was off at home studying for my upcoming MSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh man. it must have been that hair i dropped on the mrt seat. some evil scientist must have taken that and CLONED me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. me myself is impressed by the cutting edge scientific technology nowadays. they made an almost exact carbon copy of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. photos will start popping up soon. but DONT LET YOU'RE EYES DECIEVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person in the photos are NOT me! do i look the type that would fall asleep in some dirtyassshit place at the backdoor of the chalet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no man! i've been wrongly set up! i was framed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i can feel my rep stagger down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;wasted crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8297376148907142944?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8297376148907142944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8297376148907142944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8297376148907142944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8297376148907142944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/01/4f-chalet.html' title='4F chalet'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2491916008385383838</id><published>2009-01-01T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:18:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bundong and the new years eve</title><content type='html'>my gosh. how can bundong taste so suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know... the pinkish drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it freaking cost me 3 bucks for a small cup at downtowneast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the food at the stall was terri-bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so was the lady serving us teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, thirsty brandon needed a drink so he had to make a choice. fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hence i picked bundong. i mean, theres homemake icelemon tea and homemake limejuice but looking at the people working at the stall. i don't even know if they have a home =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus and thereafter, i ordered bundong. thinking its the safest. like what can go wrong by mixing rose syrup and little bit of condense milk with ice? i mean... its fool proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nooooo.... the good guys doesn't always have it their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evil auntie HAD to make my bundong taste like plain water. i mean... it looks alright. pink with the milk thing at the bottom. but once you drink it. its like drinking tap water. not even newater wtfreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh she must have experimented with bundong for years to gain that kind of experience to make pink colour looking bundong taste like water. it is exactly like water. but its pink. either my eyes is playing tricks on me, or reverse osmosis is a complete failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. talking bout eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious. as in not the twilight kind. but like the suck-your-blood vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just take a look at my facebook and you can tell that 90% of photos taken with flash, i would be the only one that have severe red eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example. this was taken last night at marina bay ( happy new year btw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk281/zero_hour91/?action=view&amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk281/zero_hour91/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its glemming with the dracular blood in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fire red powers that i have within me and now the only thing i need to do is to find a way to unlease it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and than i can ace all my exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. anyways new year eve last night at marina bay. it was full of people. the ordinary people like me edmund and zhongrong and chinboon. and the masses of ganchiongspiders, blur coconuts, block-your-way rambutans, the touch-my-hand-bro bangies, and of course, the no-education lot ( who were making lots of uneducated noise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fireworks was awesome. it always is, knowing that the government had wasted a million bucks for 5 minutes of your entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S oh shit. i think i've been watching too much of ben10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2491916008385383838?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2491916008385383838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2491916008385383838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2491916008385383838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2491916008385383838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2009/01/bundong-and-new-years-eve.html' title='bundong and the new years eve'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-6848854839603857488</id><published>2008-12-31T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:42:27.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A7x</title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont normally listen to albums. i normally just group all the good stuff into playlist and then listen from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once in a while comes a really good band, which i would have no fear of listening to bad stuff when hearing the entire album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are only a few bands which i listen to individually and they're those that i am confident is not the type to churn out shit songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, i only listen to the entire album if the band is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. there are a few, linkinpark. staind. shinedown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and avenged sevenfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. its out with its new album. live in LBC &amp;amp; diamonds in the rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys! go get it now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-6848854839603857488?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/6848854839603857488/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-1056513748259049536</id><published>2008-12-30T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:07:30.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you were young</title><content type='html'>when you were young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea im talking now as if i had centuries of life experience. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i looked through some of my families photo albums and omgosh. random memories of objects or events just come smashing into your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. there were more than enough embarrassing moments to last me 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk281/zero_hour91/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk281/zero_hour91/DSC00144.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention i graduated from Oxford when i was seven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk281/zero_hour91/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk281/zero_hour91/DSC00142.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... wad a little charmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea how to rotate this thing. photo bucket is throwing tantrums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-1056513748259049536?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/1056513748259049536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=1056513748259049536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1056513748259049536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/1056513748259049536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-were-young.html' title='when you were young'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-5013874006639341769</id><published>2008-12-29T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:53:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staind</title><content type='html'>Staind - Right Here Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXpDNDpmKDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXpDNDpmKDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been mistaken&lt;br /&gt;But just give me a break and see the changes that I've made&lt;br /&gt;I've got some imperfections&lt;br /&gt;But how can you collect them all and throw them in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not intending&lt;br /&gt;To be so condescending it's as much as i can take&lt;br /&gt;and you're so independent&lt;br /&gt;you just refuse to bend so I keep bending till I break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if you chose to walk away I'd still be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a commitment&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to bleed for you&lt;br /&gt;I needed fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;I found what I need in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to relive all the mistakes I've made along the way&lt;br /&gt;But I always find a way to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;I always find the words to say to keep you right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you always find a way&lt;br /&gt;To keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;You always find the words to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;And if I chose to walk away would you be right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the things to say to keep me right here waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh this song. love at first note&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-5013874006639341769?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2290176901166353962</id><published>2008-12-25T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:52:19.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reindeers</title><content type='html'>until two days ago, i didnt know reindeers existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not slow.omgosh. but i seem to keep categorizing it under the fantasy christmas headings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one clique which included santa, unicorns and gravity defying flying wooden chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owells. i woke up not too long ago. so im kinda still dizzy with sleep. came back last night (this morning?) at 8 in the morning after eating mac with marilyn thomas val varian lionel joshuafatboy and marilyn's cousin. but i forgotten her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass-ed at midnight after the pagent at 11 after chris's house party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after mass ended at 0130, we wanted to go to icecube for desert. however, sadly, we missed the closing time by TWO minutes. omgosh we felt like some losers standing outside the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;icecube closed at 2.00am. if only we walked faster. rah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we cabbed to freeman's house nearby. and man. for only a 3 minutes ride, it costed 7 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid unclethatrippedusoff didnt even stop directly at freemans house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so actually thats our fault cause we saw varian and all the in the car and thought they knew where they were going. and THEY thought WE knew where we were going so it was a classic blind-leading-the-blind case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up watching stupid shows over disney channel and other weird channels at 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at 4 in the morning, with everyone suffering from sleep deprevation, the stupidest thing appears funny to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, delirious humour rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas guys =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIRIT OF GIVING! SPIRIT Of GIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2290176901166353962?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2290176901166353962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2290176901166353962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2290176901166353962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2290176901166353962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2008/12/reindeers.html' title='reindeers'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-2903752229135740957</id><published>2008-12-14T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:49:23.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>heys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had 2 wonderful birthday celebrations on 2 days and i enjoyed both just as much =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't really the cake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the atmosphere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the food,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the 2 litre sugarcanes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the presents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that made my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the people=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smiles and the laughter, the systematic lester-suanning, the gay weisong approach.(at this point, you shuld feel a warm fuzzy feeling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy was just tingling the air, electrifying my nerves, so surreal yet i can actually reach out and touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes guys, it pays to have wonderful friends. CUE! ( now everyone goes awwwww....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yepp. for the presents and the cake, i feel indepted to you guys. like i owe you guys something for throwing such an occasion for me. like i would do anything to give something back ( of course not the presents, duh, but something =]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to complete this hallmark moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-2903752229135740957?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/2903752229135740957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=2903752229135740957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2903752229135740957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/2903752229135740957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-3529695182847927142</id><published>2008-12-12T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:14:00.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>injury</title><content type='html'>u know the worse part of injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... its not the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain doesnt even come CLOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the sense of uselessness (omgosh so many S-es)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uselessness when others are having fun, and im still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when others are training to improve themselves, am im at home getting weaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when others are out together watching movies. and im at watch-movies.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when others are going about their busy lives, and im sitting at home flicking through the channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the count of midnight, i have spend 288 hours at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygosh. time flies, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how many hours have i regretted that sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many hours wishing i have a device to go back in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many hours thinking about what i have missed out due to my injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i've busted more hours on my ipod than i had so far the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-3529695182847927142?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/3529695182847927142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=3529695182847927142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/3529695182847927142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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still cant put any pressure on it. hence i cant walk yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8304692107322049677?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8304692107322049677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8304692107322049677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8304692107322049677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8304692107322049677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-foot-my-foot.html' title='my foot my foot!'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-208857920377851174</id><published>2008-12-04T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:30:11.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to fly!</title><content type='html'>really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i can walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL FLY OUT THE DOOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. it sucks at home. its really boring. and my life is alternating between the. bed. and. the. chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep for like 3 days, than when you wake up. you become lethargic. your limbs are heavy, your back hurts slightly. your muscle ache from the lack of movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAN YOU GO BACK AND SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a vicious sleep cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zombie in you will get you to sleep sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more you sleep the more tired you become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its even worst than in lectures. (which beats everything as a lullaby. i think you know those baby care shops, they shouldnt sell those radios playing those nursery rhymes. you want the baby to sleep? just talk to him about the oligopoly market structure. snaps~* 2 mins and hes asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see... im an energy bug. i RUN ON energy. trust me. i need this energy to live. energy that only comes from friends, laughter, pure delirious fun. and without these energy. the candle wick inside me is slowly dying... dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost all mood to sms and msn and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel cut out of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like theres this cordoned off area by the homicide police's famous yellow tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres a "keep out, prosecutors will be shot." sign outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small me shouting out to the big world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAY ME SOME ATTENTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the passerbys takes no notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. fly leaf fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO GONNA FLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i lose these clutches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-208857920377851174?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/208857920377851174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=208857920377851174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/208857920377851174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/208857920377851174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-fly.html' title='i want to fly!'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-8438589370374426888</id><published>2008-11-30T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:24:53.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ankle</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i made 2 new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these two friends will be my best friends for the next 2-3 weeks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clutch A and clutch B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clutch A is my LeftSideSupport (LSS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas clutch B is my RSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these two will follow where every i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what loyal peeeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torned ligament from today's soccer. went for a shot than somehow landed wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. have to see the occoputist? (bone-man) for anyother review on 18th. so if it is dam bad have to go for surgery to stitch it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movement sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant freaking move around. and even the simplest of task, like washing clothes is kinda a chore for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. it IS a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, at least my parents left me whats left of my dignity to go toilet myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s THANKS SHAUN AND THOMAS! for driving all the way to siglap just to pick me up. than sending me to the hospital =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-8438589370374426888?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/8438589370374426888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=8438589370374426888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8438589370374426888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/8438589370374426888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2008/11/ankle.html' title='ankle'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3961186377179112735.post-5453650819611209017</id><published>2008-11-21T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:02:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recession</title><content type='html'>recession is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...unlike recess in primary school, recession is not an all happy event where u chase your friends until you lie dead out of breath on the floor. however, recession is a sadddd thing. where everyone should be =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money will get tighter and people will start saving up for rainy days (you should be pretty safe staying indoors unless you have termite infested roofs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT SAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEND SPEND SPEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. the economy is a closed system, with money going round and round the system. money goes to shops which see the goods, than the shops pay you salary to sell the goods to other people. and hence, money is passed around and around the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the amount of money doesnt really change, unless there are external forces such as imports exports etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SAVING is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take away money by not spending in the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shops have little money =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shops do not have enough money to pay its workers =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shop has to retrench some of its workers =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workers have no salary to spend on OTHER shops =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, our allowances get cut =((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, if you want the recession to pass over quicker, spend your money! a good outlet would be purchasing guitar hero world tour so that i can go to your house to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kids remember! spend spend spend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then u ask me,&lt;br /&gt;am i gonna spend my money freely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let some loser spend their money to save the economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THAT is what economics tuition do to your brains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3961186377179112735-5453650819611209017?l=wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/feeds/5453650819611209017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3961186377179112735&amp;postID=5453650819611209017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5453650819611209017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3961186377179112735/posts/default/5453650819611209017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wasted-adolescence.blogspot.com/2008/11/recession.html' title='recession'/><author><name>Bran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863470463235122474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
