<?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-1137102459548881587</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:42:31.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Island Ice Teas and Mojitos.. me like..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ch'ng Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-7363179274003979077</id><published>2008-09-07T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:16:39.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a good day today, surprisingly</title><content type='html'>welp, today was a pretty not bad day&lt;div&gt;which is quite surprising seeing as how my days always turn out horrific..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started off by waking up sometime around 2 in the afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was pretty boring till early evening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the day was so fucking pretty and so damn windy, went down with my mum and aunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had lots of whiskey by the pool with them and joked about random things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aunt: did you know, ch'ng ee boy, women's nipples get bigger when they're pregnant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum: your aunty is high, don't pay attention to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: .....ok....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aunt: i'm serious, your cousin is pregnant now and her nipples are the size of my thumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum and i:  -___-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aunt: pregnant women's nipples should be like mine, same skin colour, never change for 60      &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone: *laughs hysterically*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....told you we had LOT of whiskey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank goodness that has come to pass...don't need anymore disturbing visual images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facts about women such as the above make me wanna be gay sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, dinner after that where the service was so fucking slow we just left halfway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i'm back home, having another dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing beats fish and chips  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-7363179274003979077?l=chngee.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-1137102459548881587.post-149808240354034397</id><published>2008-09-03T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:16:24.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetfulness-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;wow, forgot i had this damn thing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;how do you people actually bother with your blogs and how it looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;i thought it was just for you to belt out your feelings and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;well, iono about you i just use it when i'm pissed off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;and i guess right now i'm really pissed off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;i've been really fucking pissed lately and the reason i shall not disclose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;its really a mood killer how something nasty, no matter how small, can just kill off your day huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;too damn lazy to actually write something now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;i need a alcohol...maybe a smoke to top it off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;hope you arses are having a better day than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-149808240354034397?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/149808240354034397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=149808240354034397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/149808240354034397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/149808240354034397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgetfulness-ness.html' title='forgetfulness-ness'/><author><name>Ch'ng Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-9062186782529018903</id><published>2008-01-11T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T06:40:02.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, the bloody bane of my fucking life</title><content type='html'>Family...ah....one of the greatest joys of life...&lt;br /&gt;NOT...&lt;br /&gt;did you know that family is one of the worst things that you can get stuck with&lt;br /&gt;here is a note to my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my mum:&lt;br /&gt;stop complaining about what kind of stress you're under...i try to understand&lt;br /&gt;but when you say you're stressed and then come home to an ALREADY tidied home don't say its messy cause that just fucks up my mood&lt;br /&gt;and also, do try to keep track of where the fuck you put all your fucking things instead of leaving them on the fucking floor of my fucking room.&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it short to save you the online embarrasment&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU....ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ines and ch'ng tyne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop fucking complaining about what i do and when i do it, because i'm the only person who is cleaning this fucking house and if you don't like it i'll rub your noses in the fucked up, week old shit you spilt on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;also, you are given a fucking phone for a motherfucking reason and it is NOT to play Bounce with.  no, you are given that fucking piece of 1000 bucks technology so that whenever and wherever the fuck you go i can fucking contact you to tell you that your fucking play time is over...ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the whole family:&lt;br /&gt;you are the most fucked up people i will ever meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;to dad:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the Club Monaco shirts and the vest&lt;br /&gt;and also for the new Ralph Lauren shirts too....&lt;br /&gt;at least one person understands me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-9062186782529018903?l=chngee.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-5877856565059174254</id><published>2007-11-18T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:31:16.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>champagne brunch =)</title><content type='html'>well, today was also a pretty good day out&lt;br /&gt;it left me stuffed with food which i eventually burned off&lt;br /&gt;the day started out when the WHOLE family (including my dad.....this is a first) went out for Sunday brunch&lt;br /&gt;we dined at some retaurant who's name i forgot but who's owner's name i remember....umm....Angie....i think&lt;br /&gt;we had the buffet which consentrated more on quality than quantity (so so much better like this)&lt;br /&gt;the food was EXTREMELY good&lt;br /&gt;with the pasta sauce's texture and ......i shall not say more cause it'll make me hungry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the environment was good&lt;br /&gt;the quality of the food was good&lt;br /&gt;the owner was good....i mean friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best thing of all&lt;br /&gt;was that the champagne and this little tropical thing that i had which was half made up of Red Wine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...was free flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who do not understand this term, this means all you can drink&lt;br /&gt;and to those who like alcohol, to alcos this means that IT ROCKS =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the big heart meal, the whole family was pretty much stuffed&lt;br /&gt;so we went home where my bro went to swim and my sis went to rollerblade&lt;br /&gt;my mum stayed at home....doing.....something&lt;br /&gt;my dad went to work&lt;br /&gt;and i went to the Pavilion to meet up with Sandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got there and waited for her besides Marc Jacobs where she tried sneaking up on me and scaring me,&lt;br /&gt;she should know that its not easy to sneak up on me (ask Harris, he knows)&lt;br /&gt; then we walked around going up and down the escalators where Sandra suddenly got this high&lt;br /&gt;which i thought was probably the alco from me trenscending onto her&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;so we were both laughing like idiots at all kindsa weird things&lt;br /&gt;and people were LOOKING at us....like we were crazy.....AH well, can't blame them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we dropped by to say hello to my dad&lt;br /&gt;and stopped at Starbucks where Sandra got a Toffee Nut Frapacino (however you spell it)&lt;br /&gt;and i got ....NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;at this point, i had no idea why, but i started sweating&lt;br /&gt;but after we left Starbucks and i had a sip of Sandra's drink&lt;br /&gt;i was shivering&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY BODY???&lt;br /&gt;ITS LIKE IT NEEDS CLIMATE CONTROL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the 2 nutbags went down to the Supermarket and met up with Sandra's sister and her husband&lt;br /&gt;and while we waited for the couple to finish their grocery escapade&lt;br /&gt;we stopped to admire some freaking seaweed snack thing that came in ASAM flavour&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KINDA SEAWEED COMES IN ASAM FLAVOUR?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, sandra got that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to get this really good bottle of Shiraz (wine)&lt;br /&gt;which only costs 39.99&lt;br /&gt;but noooooo......Sandra HAD to remind me that i'm underaged&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;so ok, i left that and we ran off trailing after her sister and thats where we departed with Sandra getting marah-ed for not having 3 bucks to pay for the parking ticket&lt;br /&gt;and me taking a cab home.....with the 3 bucks that she gave me =P&lt;br /&gt;and thats where the day ends&lt;br /&gt;pretty fun huh???&lt;br /&gt;or not.......&lt;br /&gt;WHO ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION ANYWAYS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-5877856565059174254?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/5877856565059174254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=5877856565059174254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/5877856565059174254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/5877856565059174254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/2007/11/champagne-brunch.html' title='champagne brunch =)'/><author><name>Ch'ng Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-2816891217970591060</id><published>2007-11-17T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:54:57.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good day out</title><content type='html'>well today was a pretty good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started out with me and my dad going to the Gardens so that i could rendezvous with Yishern and Harris and Sandra afterwards at Mid Valley&lt;br /&gt;once my dad left (after saying that he wanted to tag along cause he wants to see his "coolness" level) i met up with Yishern and Harris at Cosmo bowl where Yishern was losing terribly and grabbed something to eat at Nando's when we SHOULD have went to Manhattan Fish Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando's SUCKS...it should be torn up and its employees fed to chickens alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-meal Sandra finally popped up and joined us&lt;br /&gt;where she procedded to flood the wedges bowl with hot peri-peri sauce&lt;br /&gt;after the crappy meal at the crappy place we split up with Harris and Yishern going away to meet a "friend", leaving me with Sandra where we, or rather, SHE shopped for clothes and i stood there wondering why does the female species need all of those pieces of cloth (no offence to my wonderful girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra and myself then began to wonder where did the 2 rats ran too.&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out that they ditched us to go bowling&lt;br /&gt;(where AGAIN Yishern was losing)&lt;br /&gt;after the bowling we went to watch STARDUST&lt;br /&gt;the movie was really really good&lt;br /&gt;the plot was very interesting and could keep us mesmerized for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;i loved the locations of the film...it looked so.....GREEN&lt;br /&gt;the acting by the lead man could have been better though&lt;br /&gt;Robert DeNiro ROCKED as Capt. Shakespeare (in drag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{Sandra says i'm like him}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once the extremely delightful movie was over, the 4 of us popped over to BSC where Harris needed to go for class&lt;br /&gt;and coincidentally (thanks to Sandra's suggestion to eat there) we ran into Harris's parents at......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..some place who's name i do not remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, we maken-ed and laughed at Harris's dad&lt;br /&gt;(who looks like a papa kuala)&lt;br /&gt;and then 4 became 3 when Harris left to follow his parents&lt;br /&gt;so the now 3 of us (Yishern, Sandra and myself) dropped down to Haagen daz&lt;br /&gt;and fattened ourselves by dining on some really fattening, and really tasty, gelato&lt;br /&gt;(which cause me to lose 50++ ringgit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the ice-cream Yishern and i walked Sandra home, but not before going to eat AGAIN at The Attic where we had one glass of water, a Virgin Mary (myself), some chicken thingy and cheese-baked mussels....&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we walked Sandra home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then 3 became 2, with just Yishern and me left.....where we started the slow walk back to BSC&lt;br /&gt;when we got there we departed with Yishern going home with his mum and me going home in a cab&lt;br /&gt;(the driver thought i was crazy cause i kept singing We Built This City and For Me, Formidable)&lt;br /&gt;and that was the end of my day&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-2816891217970591060?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/2816891217970591060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=2816891217970591060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/2816891217970591060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/2816891217970591060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-day-out.html' title='good day out'/><author><name>Ch'ng Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-7113964080820958121</id><published>2007-11-16T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:29:15.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of school</title><content type='html'>well, one year of education has come to an end but the excitment isn't over quite just yet&lt;br /&gt;today was the last day of school which proved to be one of the best days of the year&lt;br /&gt;it started out a normal day with Yishern, Harris, Ryan and myself meeting up and judging the outcome of the day by looking at the shy and weather as usual.....we could tell that the day would start out bad and then gradually turn good(the bad was for Harris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four of us hanged about and had P.E. which involved a lot of running about and bumping into people and sweat, some jumping about, taking pictures.....and did i say SWEAT&lt;br /&gt;lots of it&lt;br /&gt;so after P.E and all the SWEAT the four of us went back to class and fooled around, taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;but most of all spent time giving Harris a little pep talk on relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then decided that jumping in the pool would be one of the best ways to clear his head&lt;br /&gt;but the coach told us to hold our water eager horses till after the Form 3's party (sorry Sandra for not telling you about it, my bad)&lt;br /&gt;so, alright. we went for that little party and fooled around somemore.....ate....took pictures.....fooled around even more.....ate some more.....talk about all kindsa folly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hour after we ate (yes, we bother about these things) we splashed into the pool and drenched a number of people&lt;br /&gt;and the jump into the pool DID prove to be fruitful&lt;br /&gt;Harris's head cleared for a while and we stayed in the pool for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafi joined us but left soon after due to a cramp...Chooi Ern must be laughing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the splashing about and horsing around, the four of us got out and spent the last few minutes of school changing clothes and taking MORE pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for school to end, the last time that we would get to hear that obnoxious bell ring&lt;br /&gt;we left and said our good byes and i followed Sandra to clear her locker&lt;br /&gt;and we took even MORE pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Sandra and i were cleaning out her locker&lt;br /&gt;Harris got busy&lt;br /&gt;he FINALLY......after 2 and a half years...decided to pop the question to Grace&lt;br /&gt;and she said...&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........"YES" hahaha&lt;br /&gt;she said yes&lt;br /&gt;damn, was i happy&lt;br /&gt;i friggin kissed the guy (seriously [on the cheek only])&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i'm STILL happy for that stupid Kuala hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so CONGRATS  to Harris and Grace&lt;br /&gt;Harris......i look at you, a new man&lt;br /&gt;good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;to all the teachers out there, i'm sorry for all the hell that the form 3's put you through&lt;br /&gt;it really was a fun year with you teachers there, somehow managing to stay sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Holidays, gang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;come back next year and the year after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time, we'll burn it down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muhahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-7113964080820958121?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/7113964080820958121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=7113964080820958121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/7113964080820958121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/7113964080820958121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-day-of-school.html' title='last day of school'/><author><name>Ch'ng Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-947380967797470497</id><published>2007-11-13T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:26:03.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good then bad day</title><content type='html'>well, my day started out pretty good&lt;br /&gt;went to school and played Battlefield: Vietnam with Mr Ashwin over my shoulder telling me to crouch behind this and that there was an enemy to my right, etc.&lt;br /&gt;then signed up last minute with Harris to go for some Pidato thingy with:&lt;br /&gt;Chooi Ern, Harris, Grace, Jared, Haikal....the gang la&lt;br /&gt;where we had to listen to a couple of people making speeches about loving our parents&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;the first speaker was the best.....he was like...the Malay Mr Bean&lt;br /&gt;he so totally rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it started to go a bit downhill from there.....getting more and more boring&lt;br /&gt;i shall not go into details about the speeches cause it'll bore the fucking shit out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopped onto the bus and started.....taking pictures hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;went back to school and talked and talked and talked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then talked somemore&lt;br /&gt;came back home with a pretty positive attitude.....sat down in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;Joelyn got pissed at me for some unknow reason&lt;br /&gt;and told me never to talk to her again&lt;br /&gt;and still sitting here in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all a pretty normal day&lt;br /&gt;i have a sick sense of humour, i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-947380967797470497?l=chngee.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-1137102459548881587.post-108217000731713528</id><published>2007-11-09T19:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:09:49.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothingness-ness-ness......ness</title><content type='html'>i'm so fucking bored today that i'm listening to some Hawaiian song.....and i don't even know what it means hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;and staring at a box of.....wafer thingy.....and why am i eating it??? its putrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm supposed to be go-karting again today&lt;br /&gt;but obviously i'm not going&lt;br /&gt;i plan to be a couch potato....no, i'm higher than a potato......i plan to be a couch CARROT today and laze away in front of the computer reading wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;so if you expect this blog to be interesting then&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR FACE.....nyeh *sticks out tongue*&lt;div 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Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-8068070975262505573</id><published>2007-10-31T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T04:04:50.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joelyn Sow....i love you</title><content type='html'>this post is directed to my really awesome girlfriend : Joelyn Sow&lt;br /&gt;she's the only girlfriend i've been with so long and the only person in the whole damn world&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;she has stuck with me even through all the shit i've given her&lt;br /&gt;she has changed my life (seriously)&lt;br /&gt;i love this girl&lt;br /&gt;she's the only person who can make me smile whenever she wants me to&lt;br /&gt;...she can also bring me down whenever she wants me to&lt;br /&gt;she is really really sweet and does the cutest things&lt;br /&gt;she keeps her head while i blow mine =)&lt;br /&gt;and then she calms me down after i've cooled a little&lt;br /&gt;she's made me realise some things i should've realised LONG LONG ago (but didn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really discribe her much&lt;br /&gt;how can one describe perfection???&lt;br /&gt;she is perfect in every aspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know how to express myself in these sort of things&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just say "i love her"&lt;br /&gt;and she really is the best girlfriend that a guy could dream for&lt;br /&gt;and i adore her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-8068070975262505573?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/8068070975262505573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>talentime...wooooooooo</title><content type='html'>well, yesterday was talentime and our dance was due for presentation....in front of a fucking lot of people&lt;br /&gt;well, we were 3rd from last and so we were kept in suspense till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started out kinda crappy&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 5 cause a little someone said to be there before 6:30....not mentioning who&lt;br /&gt;*cough* GRACE *cough*cough*&lt;br /&gt;so i was there at fucking 6 o'clock in the morning and sat next to the pool waiting for people to turn up&lt;br /&gt;at 6:15........the swimming coach came&lt;br /&gt;and i was left there waiting and waiting till the goddamn sun came up (bout 7-7:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then along came Harris, who thought he could sneak up on me, and then gradually.....slowly.....VERY slowly, the whole gang arrived&lt;br /&gt;(mind you, this was at about 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went through the whole "OH MY EFFING GOD.....WHERE ARE OUR POSITIONS...WHO TOOK THE MAKEUP" procedure&lt;br /&gt;in other words, it was really organized and calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole damn show we watched back stage and laughed at pretty much everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was our turn&lt;br /&gt;*deng deng deng*&lt;br /&gt;it was really really short, i didn't even realize how short it was&lt;br /&gt;it was like...in, step, step and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the dancing the whole gang stayed backstage for a while, cheering for V.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;(which should have won....but thanks to some gay guy dressed like a butcher....they didnt)&lt;br /&gt;and so V.I.P. finished off their dance and the whole gang (theirs and ours) went to kacau kacau the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;namely, mrs archana    mr alvin tan chun ling    cik hayati     puan zainab    and cik zamzura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then more cheering&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of booing&lt;br /&gt;and it was all over&lt;br /&gt;i stayed till really late and left with Harris and Yishern (thanks to Harris's mom for sending me back)&lt;br /&gt;and that was pretty much the end of it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-86446007877444802?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/86446007877444802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=86446007877444802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/86446007877444802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/86446007877444802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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two monkeys sat in my uncle's car and were pretty impressed with the performance&lt;br /&gt;the meter climbed from 0-130 in less than a minute&lt;br /&gt;so we sat in the car with my uncle driving like an F1 driver and went to the place somewhere in shah alam and my bro was first in line&lt;br /&gt;everyone was fussing over him cause we were worried that he might crash or something&lt;br /&gt;(how many 9 year olds can drive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instructor kept asking him "you sure you can ar??"&lt;br /&gt;so we showed him where was the gas and brakes&lt;br /&gt;we asked him to give the gas a little tap to go forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off he went......and kept going......and then, in spite of the people chasing after him and calling him to hit the brakes.....kept going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we watched and was a little worried when he did his first turn and drifted a really smooth drift&lt;br /&gt;so first, we stared&lt;br /&gt;and second, we laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest of the us (myself, sister, uncle and uncle's friends) took off and drove like maniacs&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty cool to drift and all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were done, we sat for a while laughing at this show off who was wearing this really professional outfit and driving this really cool kart&lt;br /&gt;so we thought he was a pro.....he wasnt&lt;br /&gt;he crashed more times than i could count, then came back to his girlfriend and say that there is something wrong with his kart (yeah, right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the drifting and driving and the occassional crash here and there&lt;br /&gt;we departed from my uncle's friend's convoy and had KFC where we sat down and finished 3 buckets of chicken&lt;br /&gt;(that's pretty lot for a grown man [who was on a diet], two kids and a teenager)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nyways, we came home after that in my uncle's really creepy ride and now i'm here typing this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd say it was a well spent day =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-8791913450104360122?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/8791913450104360122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=8791913450104360122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/8791913450104360122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/8791913450104360122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-kartingyou-should-try-it.html' title='go karting....you should try it'/><author><name>Ch'ng 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay, i'm being a bit hypocritical here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH WELL....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, it was a pretty stressed up day with Grace shouting at the top of her lungs for us to get it fucking perfect.....or at least close to it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i was (as usual) screwing up, so i was one of the main targets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but just gritted my teeth and let her shout (could tell she was pretty stressed, so didn't want to add on to it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all the practising and practising and some lazing around....then more practising&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we finally got to the auditions where Tze Wei forgot her puppetstrings-cloth-thinga-ma-bob and we had to delay a little bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then as we were dancing.......a little Miss Sandra forgot some of her moves and was so freaked after we got out of the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone else was asking, "how was it?? how did it go?? do the judges want to see the whole dance?? are we going to die???"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was a bit mean of me to be thinking how pathetic everyone else was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm a hypocrite with a HUGE ego.....so, what to do???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after the audition (which like i said was a breeze) the whole gang went to play Mafia, but i had to go home early. so sad......okay maybe not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then lazed around....more lazing around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now here i am posting this blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry if todays post sounds so weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm feeling stupid and blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't comment on that last line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-1193075170165353046?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/1193075170165353046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=1193075170165353046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/1193075170165353046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/1193075170165353046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/2007/10/nail-bitingokay-maybe-not.html' title='nail biting...okay, maybe not'/><author><name>Ch'ng Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-3785619479977730792</id><published>2007-10-19T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:14:21.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mnemonics really DO help</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right, today was dance practise with the whole gang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where it was really kinda screwed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will NEVER understand what is the fun in shaking our body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, it was kinda fun thanks to the weird things we came up to call the dance moves &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i was bored counting from 1 to 8 so many times)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day started with me waking up to Joelyn's telephone call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which really makes my day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then getting out of bed, looking around the fridge groggily for nothing in particular&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's when my mum comes in and starts the nag marathon....AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blah blah blah.......didn't pay attention (who does???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wormed my way out of piano so i could go for dance pratice..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....okay, so the teacher cancelled, but still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;got into the shower and admired myself in the mirror.....and giving out more information than needed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then it was off to Samantha's house where all the weirdness was about to happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;allow me to summarize the day in these few sentences:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stood there and watched Harris do his thing and swing Chooi Ern around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(he's getting good)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;watched Ryan do.......whatever his thing is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tried to follow them and made a fool of myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;created weird ways to remember the dance moves (which involved a lot of vulgar terms), which then sent the gang into a small fit of laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ordered pizza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sat down and played fucky duck....i mean ducky fuzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;watched Chooi Ern scrambling on top the sofa when Samantha's dogs came out (which are really cute)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired to dance and made a fool of myself again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;went home and plopped in front of the computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....still in front of the computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i need to get a life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, that was pretty much the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i just realized i need to get a camera to capture the weirdness of the days ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, cheers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-3785619479977730792?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/3785619479977730792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=3785619479977730792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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back and i can have fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just 7 and a half weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the meantime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone want to go out this week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quick and reply before i die of boredom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-7865614315305221092?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/7865614315305221092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=7865614315305221092' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;woke up at 4 in the morning to apologize to Jo for f*cking up yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;had a really boring day till i went out at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;afternoon was spent helping my mum delete stuff off her bloody computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which took a hell of a long time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then went out in the evening to The Gardens which looks really nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'll stick to Pavilion, more natural light.....nicer a bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, went to the Gardens where we spent like 100 bucks on Japanese food for 6 people &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my bro counts as 2 cause he eats like a f*ckin PIG...just joking..he knows i love him.......deep, deep, deep, deep down somewhere in there  =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and had Haagen-daz ice cream which cost ANOTHER 100 bucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after that, i went window shopping with my grandma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was so damn funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;she still squeals like a little girl when she sees something nice and affordable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we got into a pretty decent conversation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she say i ask the same question my granfather did:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why Do Women, Constantly Need Accessories????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the biggest mystery in the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-3208909139593371879?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/3208909139593371879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=3208909139593371879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/3208909139593371879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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How great is that right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today was a pretty fun day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;starting at 11.30 with Yishern and his REALLY weird hairstyle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apparently we should NOT trust barbers that we're not familiar with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways, yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yishern and i enjoyed our Nandos while waiting for Sandra where as usual we made fun of the people walking past us  =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(we will never change)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then walked around, waited for Sandra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;walked around some more.....waited for Sandra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then walked around somemore....met up with Sandra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then we headed on to the Curve where we wanted to surprise Sandra's ex.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he was working another shift and we were too early&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh well, makan-ed the food there (forgot the restaurant's name)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the pasta is really  not bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quite worth the price actually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally after a brisk walk in the rain, or rather drizzle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we watched The Bourne: Ultimatum where i didn't understand a thing cause i don't follow the series. OH WELL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after that was another brisk walk in the rain where we finally got to surprise Sandra's ex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and beleive me he was surprised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoped into a cab and went back to Mid Valley where our parents didn't know a thing about our little trip to the Curve...shhh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;had coffee with Sandra (by this time Yishern left)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then abandoned her and went HOME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. F*CK the stupid old taxi driver who was snapping at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i ever see his old, peanut eating butt again and i will snap his c*ck off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-8696483381515183552?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/8696483381515183552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=8696483381515183552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/8696483381515183552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/8696483381515183552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-day-of-life.html' title='Another day of life  =)'/><author><name>Ch'ng Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137102459548881587.post-5929034543343997573</id><published>2007-10-12T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:36:00.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st time blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alrighty then, i guess its about time i start a blog yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well this IS my first time blogging so don't know what to write about exactly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this IS like an online diary sort of thingy right??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that means i can write ANYTHING right???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, maybe not everything.....BUT STILL...most right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, i shall start with a warning here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its is that i swear quite a lot and that means when i'm typing too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so if that makes this blog a little uncomfortable to you.....then too F*CKING BAD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;right then, i'll post something else when there IS something else to post =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. to all the people who hate me out there......PISS OFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1137102459548881587-5929034543343997573?l=chngee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/feeds/5929034543343997573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1137102459548881587&amp;postID=5929034543343997573' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/5929034543343997573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1137102459548881587/posts/default/5929034543343997573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chngee.blogspot.com/2007/10/1st-time-blogger.html' title='1st time blogger'/><author><name>Ch'ng Ee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
