<?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-8572102</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:52:43.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a bullet in my head....</title><subtitle type='html'>I guess                                                                
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But I won't be there when you go down                         
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You're on your own now believe me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-114392094444799721</id><published>2006-04-02T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T03:49:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping for a while....</title><content type='html'>For those who were wondering why I didn't blog for such a long time, the reason was that I was being sent to China in a last min thing. No time to write the goodbyes lor,then somemore China cannot log into blogspot again. Now I'm going to China again(Tml,Sunday exactly) and I think its time for me to stop blogging for a while. Was thinking of changing to a new website to blog but then again,all these stupid trips and  the tendency to stop blogging because of the stupid ban of blogspot in China has sometimes really cool off my interest in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K guys gtg liao. Hope by the time I'm back I be more enthu in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy guys&lt;br /&gt;Zhong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-114392094444799721?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/114392094444799721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=114392094444799721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/114392094444799721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/114392094444799721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/04/stopping-for-while.html' title='Stopping for a while....'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113992262902480522</id><published>2006-02-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:10:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange but True...</title><content type='html'>These are the interesting facts surrounding the life of yours truly on this day 14th Feb,which is the V-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today marks the 5th year which I have not celebrated V-day with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 94.7% of all my female friends have dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 34.65% of all my male friends have dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 14.3% of all my male colleagues,including my boss,brought flowers to work,thus I might be suffering from the effects of pollen right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Almost all but one of my colleagues are kinda shocked that I do not have any gf to celebrate with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The only one doesn't know today's V-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I returned home,I found a present on my table. Apparently its for my brother whom I assumed did not put there intentionally and also to spite me,which I won't GIVE A DAMN either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mum also has a date today. Apparently she took off today and from my brother's info she currently has a suitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When I came home,no one was at home. What a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113992262902480522?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113992262902480522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113992262902480522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113992262902480522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113992262902480522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/02/strange-but-true.html' title='Strange but True...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113938482876603656</id><published>2006-02-08T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T16:34:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sawardikup!</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah I'm back frm the Sin City. Realised I haven't really been updating that much now(too lazy after all the eating and sleeping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I updated on my Thai trip,let me introduce the cast of the fearsome foursome whom braved a lot of hardships(like taking out all the money from the bank,'borrowing' frm mum's jewellery box,etc) to reach this far;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alphonsus aka Al aka The Siam Serpent.&lt;br /&gt;The Man with the Promise that he will show what Al Clubbing Experience means to the ignorant Thais. In charge of our clubbing and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; sexual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin aka Patpong Poke-r aka Pastor Tan.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know it himself,but me and Al decided to name him Pastor Tan. In charge of shopping trips and steering us away from the vices. Always the one with the rigid schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhan aka Chulach**by*.&lt;br /&gt;The follower of the group. In charge of finishing the beer and liquor with Al and to record his snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven aka Wuxi Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,the man who...wait a min,I dun think I'm in charge of anything other than keeping out internal squabblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 02/06/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided that Thurs will be quite a relaxing night for us,checking out places that won't take too much of a hassle. Checked into Samran Place(Just behind Asia Hotel,a 5mins walk) and Pastor Tan and I stayed in one room. Were given room number 510 and after doing our ritual(knocking the door before entering) we opened the door to discover the greatest shock of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's luggage was still inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I was a bit worked up and had to be calmed down by Kev when we confronted the receptionist. Took us 10mins for her to understand that the room's already been taken. Heck what if our room was the one that's opened? Very bad impression liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing and sorting out everything we decided to head to Patpong. Before we were out of the front door of the hotel some guy already asked if we wanted massage and special service. Wait la haven't makan leh. Ate our dinner at a nearby restaurant and Al's tomyum noodles was the best of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st dinner in Bangkok....slurrppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a skytrain to Patpong,where on our way there I already noticed their school uniforms,which looked very much like what Jap students wear. Time to upgrade the uniforms Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20015.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20015.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean Ambassadors for Bangkok Skytrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Patpong,I was kinda amazed by how long the stretch of stalls were. Looked like your typical pasar malam but with more stuffs. Was enjoying the stroll(although a bit hot) when we reached the so called red light district. Yum yum time to check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/P1010927.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/P1010927.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pet Shop in Patpong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty funny coz the girls were well trained in Japanese but can't really say much English. They were all shouting "Kombawa!" and although we explained to them that we aren't Japanese but they still kombawa all the way. At least they were friendly and keep their distance away from us,jus using their eye contacts and hand signals to seduce us but with Pastor Tan around,everything's jus damn fine haha. Had to 'cho-cho-chotomade' all the way to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were very tired and so decided to go to one of the alleys where they have a whole stretch of pubs. When we were being sitted I sort of look around and there were only,well,males. Some were looking at us in a queer way. Al must have sensed it too coz he jus order one bottle for himself and finished it quickly and moved on. That's when the dragon turned to the worm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&lt;br /&gt;href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking on dangerous gay grounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes I sucked. You wanna know how much I drank? Half a bottle of Tiger. When the dragon vomited,the Serpent always never failed to make fun of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20023.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Al I made sure your asshole's mine tonite if you take one more pic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/Stars%20to%20burst%2005%20032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said no more pi....*vomits*.....nevermind..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the room where Serpent and chulach**by* wanted to continue drinking with the red label they bought. Was pretty tired after all that vommitting so i decided to turn in early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will report the rest of the days later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113938482876603656?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113938482876603656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113938482876603656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113938482876603656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113938482876603656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/02/sawardikup.html' title='Sawardikup!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113838618816783437</id><published>2006-01-28T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:23:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><content type='html'>Another chinese new year coming again,which if I'm not wrong I did blog about my last yr's experience. Time certainly flies and before you know it I'll be catching the thursday's flight to the Sin City Bannggkkoookkk! Already got a lot of requests to buy this and that but hey,I dun mind if I can carry all of them home. So anything that you want that isn't too ex or too big jus tell me beforehand and I see what I can do alrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much stuffs to write about CNY this year. Didn't do any shopping for clothes and for only the 2nd time in my whole life I spring cleaned my....room. Twice. Mom decided that my room isn't clean enough and was going to do things her own way before I stopped her from pulling out stuffs that are 'jian bu de guang'. Now I really feel my room's very bare. Was thinking about re-decorating my room again but realised I did this thinking exactly a year ago and well...facing a lot of obstacles before I put my hands down(Remb my plan to paint my room?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my Germaine Darling's belated birthday on Mon. Almost every year's the same thing;meeting up for dinner and chit chat a bit before rushing off to meet her bf/my friends. Wats so special abt this year's that...I finally got the right gift for her! Bought her a Lanvin perfume(Think that's the name) and she loved it! Well although she said she loved every gift that I bought for her but then...com'on dar,we known each other for so long and ur facial expression jus give it away everytime. And erm I have a poor record of buying gifts for ladies hehe. This time I can see from her expression that she realli liked the gift and she kept pushing her arm towards me to smell it. Eh why nvr put on ur neck or somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K guys gonna take the sack. Just to wish everyone Gong Xi Fa Cai and make big bucks during ur visiting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113838618816783437?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113838618816783437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113838618816783437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113838618816783437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113838618816783437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113790828825950328</id><published>2006-01-22T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:25:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going thru the motions...</title><content type='html'>Been quite a while since i updated here,but this time its due to me being quite busy these days,with my work piling up and doing a bit of OT here and there. Seriously the holiday mood's still sinking in my mind,but at least I'm proud to say that I HAVE been working continuously for the past week without taking leave or MC haha. With all the old birdies still in overseas the boss now gave me jobs which were usually intended for my seniors,like attending meetings(Zzz...),chasing material parts,and overseeing the whole assembly process. All this for a engineer assistant's salary. Someone call M.O.M for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still with all the work I still managed to practice my new hobby almost every night,playing with my new software Autodesk 3ds Max 8. Kinda cool creating all the animated graphics and making them move like those animated shows. Also went JB with Marcus,Benny and the others on Marcus's car to eat seafood and watch the Dark...again as the rest hadn't watched. Warned them that its a crappy show but well,good advice always falls on deaf ears. Reached home around 2a.m on Fri night and having to work on Sat's really taxing. Had to meet the gang again this time at Siglap later that night for more tok cock session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I just wanna say sorry to a person who will not be reading this coz she doesn't know about my blog. Told her that I was been really busy for this past two weeks so I kept delaying our outing again and again till she got fed up and started accusing me of not treating her as a friend and stuff. As much as I denied it,the truth is that a part of me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really wanna hang out with her,at least not alone becoz of some reasons. Kinda ashamed of myself when she said those stuff which hit my nerve....haiizzz life's a bitch sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113790828825950328?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113790828825950328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113790828825950328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113790828825950328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113790828825950328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/01/going-thru-motions.html' title='Going thru the motions...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113701908373290697</id><published>2006-01-12T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T06:38:03.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ji Bai Si Liao...</title><content type='html'>Kena woke up by the sound of stupid thunder around 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or issit my stomach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I'm going to die today. Only 4hrs of sleep??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mind's wandering away...2 cups of coffee didn't help much except making me feel heaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urrggghhhzzzz can don't work or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113701908373290697?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113701908373290697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113701908373290697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113701908373290697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113701908373290697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/01/ji-bai-si-liao.html' title='Ji Bai Si Liao...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113671159491251582</id><published>2006-01-08T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:15:35.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Bubbles &amp; X-treme Mahjong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm forever blowing bubbles&lt;br /&gt;Pretty bubbles in the air&lt;br /&gt;They fly so high&lt;br /&gt;They reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;And like my dreams they fade and die&lt;br /&gt;Fortunes always hiding, I've looked every where&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song lyrics was taken from the show 'Green Street Hooligans' which I watched with Al &amp; Kev. Obviously from the start of it we were thinking like its jus another football movie but when we came out of the movies we were like so full of anger and wanted to stir things up. Haha the only time I had this similiar feeling was when I was watching the Young &amp; Dangerous series. G.S.H's what you might call the British Gu Wah Zai. It was later when I checked out the history of football hooligans I realised almost every club in Britian or in Italy there will be so-called 'firms' which really carried out what the people in the movies do. Dunno why,but the show kinda affected me a lot and now I'm getting more interested in finding out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/GreenStreetHooligans-4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/GreenStreetHooligans-4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Your Ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt; Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;G.S.E!!G.S.E!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Mahjong yest with the guys again. Thought it will be a cool night after all the raining practically the whole day but how wrong I was. By 4a.m we were shaking our asses off and imagine the scenario when the four guys were sitting there cold,hungry,smoked like its the last day before the ban of smoking nationwide,and listening to random radio stations. Wanted to order Mac but since its raining we decided to spare the poor despatch rider and decided to share the last 2 packets of instant mee together. See so thoughtful of us. We even had to shift our table to the other side towards the end of the game as the rain keeped pouring in. Al's dad was great,making us coffee to keep us warm(Although I didn't have my share coz I tot his Dad said 'beer' instead of kopi. Paiseh la,I thought like son like father mah haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also one incident which I find it especially funny,coz I wasn't really thinking when I answered the question and only certain people will understand this joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio playing Shaggy's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It Wasn't Me&lt;/span&gt; in the background and Kev was singing along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev : It wasn't me~~~~It wasn't me~~~~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al : Hey who are you singing this song to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ...Jack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al : Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kev was laughing away. Hmmm....why so happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113671159491251582?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113671159491251582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113671159491251582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113671159491251582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113671159491251582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/01/of-bubbles-x-treme-mahjong.html' title='Of Bubbles &amp; X-treme Mahjong'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113661172330264843</id><published>2006-01-07T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:28:43.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of getting up early for work...</title><content type='html'>...is seeing all the up and coming hot young mamas sending their cute young kids to school in the morning everyday either in their jogging or office attires. They were right when they said that Pasir Ris housing are designed to attract young couples haha. Seeing them everyday certainly makes my mornings,even though I will have to rush afterwards to catch my bus transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I do NOT sound like dickchan alrite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113661172330264843?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113661172330264843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113661172330264843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113661172330264843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113661172330264843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/01/joy-of-getting-up-early-for-work.html' title='The joy of getting up early for work...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113630309514468393</id><published>2006-01-03T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:44:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a start to the new year by....</title><content type='html'>Watching EPL on a Saturday night all alone in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Mum,bro and even Dad prefering to hang out with their pals outside rather than accompanying their sick boy who's coughing and sniffing all the way while ushering year 2006. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway supposed to go Harbourfront to catch the 15 mins of fireworks and the so-called 'First ever cable car firework symphony' thingy,or whatever its been called. Caught it on Tv and was hearing hosts Gurmit &amp; Michelle gushing about the seats going around $999 and you would get to be in the cable car with your partner and enjoy those once-in-a-lifetime romantic dinner up in the sky and would get to activate the fireworks yourself when the clock struck 12. Was giving up my 5 mins of football match and was waiting for them to countdown coz I wanted to see the fireworks. Then when it happened I was like momentaily stunned. The cable cars didn't really fire up fireworks,but more like bursting those small sparks where you could buy from the mama-shops whenever CNY comes along. Oh man,$999 for that crap?? Somemore those sparks were shooting FROM the rooftop of the cable cars,so the passengers weren't be able to see it! But then I guessed its kinda worthwhile to see the real fireworks so high up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much these past few days,and oh,didn't smoked for 2 days too. Don't ask me why and I'm certainly not starting another quit smoking campaign,but it jus happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookng forward to the coming holidays and my Thai trip woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113630309514468393?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113630309514468393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113630309514468393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113630309514468393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113630309514468393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-start-to-new-year-by.html' title='What a start to the new year by....'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113586676952036479</id><published>2005-12-29T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:42:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to year 2005!</title><content type='html'>Its the time of the year now,when me and my friends will be asking each other the somehow dreadful question: "So where are you going to celebrate for the countdown?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually come to think of it,sometimes the question will be "Are you going to celebrate at all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell,its jus another year gone and another new year coming in. It means more troublesome stuffs for me as I always have to remind myself to change the date of year when I'm filling up stuffs which requires the date. Sometimes I will be just thinking to myself that,new year's just one reason that the yuppies of the old ages gave themselves to party like hell. Not that I didn't do the same too,but guess I'm getting more mellow these days,preferring to avoid the ever-growing crowd. And somehow I noticed that my pals around me also have the same ideas as to what are they going to do come this Sat,with things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Going to their usual pubs(not the JC areas definitely.)&lt;br /&gt;2) East Coast with their close pals&lt;br /&gt;3) Mahjong&lt;br /&gt;4) LAN games till the wee hours at some 24hrs internet cafes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the last choice seems very revolting to me. Either the guy who told me's an ultimate geek or he just don't want me to go along with him. But seriously I have done worse stuffs on New Year's eve before,like playing billiards at Grandlink before with you-know-whos,so ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,was maybe thinking of going to Harbourfront to watch the fireworks. Hope wherever you guys may be at,it will be one of the best nights you will have in Year 2005. Cheers pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Oh yes bonus coming in 31st Dec! But to those still studying,in NS or those whose employment still haven't been confirmed,I just wanna say that your time will come. Sweeeeeetttttttt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113586676952036479?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113586676952036479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113586676952036479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113586676952036479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113586676952036479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/heres-to-year-2005.html' title='Here&apos;s to year 2005!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113569883999757629</id><published>2005-12-27T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:54:00.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my colour?</title><content type='html'>Your color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113569883999757629?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113569883999757629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113569883999757629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113569883999757629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113569883999757629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-my-colour.html' title='What&apos;s my colour?'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113536566980547585</id><published>2005-12-24T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T03:21:09.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy Mood</title><content type='html'>X'mas coming in jus 2 days,and seems like it always kinda falls into weekends for the past few years if I'm correct. Thinking how I celebrated my last few X'mas makes me feel kinda weird coz I have never been too enthu abt X'mas,just that the streets of Orchard lighting up and becoming more glamorous,although I felt like the whole of Singapore's population came out and decided to do the Big Squeeze. Somehow I felt soo lonely this year. Maybe bcoz of my closest frens leaving me one by one,either becoz of misunderstandings or they have found their loved ones whom they can spend their X'mas together with. Or mayb bcoz all my closest colleagues have gone overseas,thus making me feel so vulnerable during working hours,listening to the irritating streams of Tamil language from all corners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be unfair to those who are still with me now,as they have realli brought me joy and laughter the past few years. But then I realised while new friends are coming in,its more of the old friends I missed more. They are the ones who realli understood me and stood by me,listening to my whinings,bitching and stuffs I didn't say much these days. But its things like misunderstandings,money problems and new relationships that caused us to drift apart and eventually leaving just like another closed chapter in my life. Come to think of it,it kinda hurts me when I think of our friendships can turn from brotherhood to jus 'hi-bye' friends becoz of a stupid mistake or decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't be bitching about stuffs like this during the festive season. Maybe its bcoz of another arguement with a fren that leds me to think so much. Or maybe its time I need love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all my pals,especially those who loves a Big Squeeze come Sat night in Orchard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113536566980547585?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113536566980547585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113536566980547585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113536566980547585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113536566980547585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/lousy-mood.html' title='Lousy Mood'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113509152814982606</id><published>2005-12-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:12:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sorri,but we dun need you at the moment."</title><content type='html'>Haha sound like I'm being rejected during job interviews,but the feeling's what I'm getting when my boss told me today. I'm not going to China!Well at least for this week I think,probably I'll be needed by next week or the week after. Although I wasn't too enthuastic about going already coz...all my buddies have already been confirmed to leave on Thurs and if I'm going next week that means I'll be coming back to S'pore later than them,which means I'll be alone again?!!No way man...somemore with CNY and Thailand trip coming up,guess I just turn down the chance to go this time. Too cold anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be meeting my poly friends for dinner and exchanging of presents tml. With only like $5 budget and possibly 30 mins of time to buy(Knocking off around 5.30pm then need to be at Raffles Mrt by 7pm),hmm...maybe a walk inside 7-eleven will do....ahh!Know what to buy liao. Muahahaha~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113509152814982606?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113509152814982606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113509152814982606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113509152814982606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113509152814982606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorribut-we-dun-need-you-at-moment.html' title='&quot;Sorri,but we dun need you at the moment.&quot;'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113500651895002930</id><published>2005-12-19T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:35:19.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing it...</title><content type='html'>Took leave again today,bocz of watching Arsenal against Chelsea last night with Al and Minhan at Changi Village. Crowd's not bad for a Sunday midnight and you could feel that everyone was like united for one night and were rooting for Arsenal. Everyone was shouting "OHH!!" when Henry's shot came off the post and van Persie's goal came offside. A barely inaudible cheer was heard when Chelsea scored and rest was history. Not a bad night,I thought.2am and could still catch a few hours sleep but had to talk to a friend over the phone coz she couldn't sleep and wanted me to talk to her till 4am as she had to work around 5.30am. 4a.m! Amazingly after I put down the phone I had no mood to sleep and so what did I do? Continue my date with the vampires la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 12 noon and was disturbed by my colleague's phone call who was nagging at me for not working again. Then he brought me the news that I might not be able to go China this time around as Seagate needed less manpower this time. I was like jumping with joy coz that means I can do a lot of things and meet my friends. On the other hand,that means I'll not have the extra cash. Anyhow,will only know the answer by tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was slacking on my bed watching my drama again when mum walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : "Zhong,tell me something truthfully."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(concentrating on my drama) : "Yest I never go club la,I went kopitiam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : "You lost your job already right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(paused my drama) : "Ah??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO it seemed that my mum was very curious as in why I had been taking leave these past few days,acting as if I can come and go as I please. Well actually the truth's almost there but just in case to my mum and to those who always asked me why I can do that,its bcoz right now there's almost nothing to do in-house,as most of the operation's in overseas. So I'm permitted to take leave whenever I want during these two weeks. But after a bit of nagging frm my mum(a bit means like half hr),I realised I was getting a bit lazy and relaxing,and worst of all,I seemed to be losing the sense of urgency for my career. In the past I would be like limiting myself to just one off day per month,and tried to work overtime whenever my boss wanted me to,as I thought I should make use of my prime years to earn more as possible. Now I'm like..arghhzz I suddenly hated myself for taking like...5 days leave for the past 3 weeks already. And I was thinking...what I had been doing this 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K,China trip or not,I need to disicpline myself from now on. Or maybe Wed la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113500651895002930?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113500651895002930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113500651895002930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113500651895002930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113500651895002930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-losing-it.html' title='I&apos;m losing it...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113489555924748378</id><published>2005-12-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T05:41:52.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A date with the vampires on a Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>Yes,finally I'm able to have time to watch "my date with the vampires" today. Been so freaking busy and being Dec which means Christmas and tons of ppl having b'days on this month(my whole family being part of them) it also means the hole's in my wallet's getting bigger everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to Orchard these past few days,meeting up different group of friends and stuffs. Quek's wedding on Wednesday(Dar where's my pics!!),Al &amp; Denise luv on Thurs,celebrating our one year anniversary knowing each other with Pat,Kev and Agnes dear on Fri,joining my ex-colleagues at the chalet after that,ktv outing cum b'day celebration for Ah Tat on Sat,and later the B.O.B outing with my army buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about Fri. Met the 3 of them at Hereens and were trying to find a place for dinner when everywhere's like so crowded,made you think that Christmas has come early. We had a hard time finding a place to makan until we found one Jap restaurant at Cuppage Plaza. After that we just walk around and seriously I was getting a bit sleepy bcoz of lack of sleep over the past few days and found myself restless until we all took pictures,which then of coz created a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/collage2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/collage2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Year Anni!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/collage4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/collage4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin &amp; De...I mean Patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/collage3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/collage3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were just like 1/5 of what we took,but then I'm just glad everyone's having fun . We then went to buy a small cake at coffeebeans outside Borders to wait for 12am to celebrate our official 1st year anniversary. Hope I can enjoy more of this in the coming years. Pat,dear and Kev: Here's a big thank you for all the fun and gossip you guys gave over the past year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I dun really hope for the gossip to continue,k Pat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113489555924748378?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113489555924748378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113489555924748378' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113489555924748378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113489555924748378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/date-with-vampires-on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='A date with the vampires on a Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113466450086495493</id><published>2005-12-16T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:35:00.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of updating...</title><content type='html'>Been too tired to blog too much today,didn't sleep well the past few nights,and so sorri for all the ppl who wanted to know about what happened to my recent wedding dinner coz seriously its been a very happy affair,and it really leaves me with a lot to think about. Going to write abt it either tml or Sat but then,without the pics my dear Germaine who promised to send me by today I guessed I jus have to wait for the pics before I write about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's something for you to enjoy,something which I find interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Pranks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia has a huge list of school pranks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourites are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prankster claims that he has the Force. After the victim asks the prankster to show him, the prankster then licks his hand and pushes it toward the victim's face, causing the victim to pull away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Palm Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is done by informing the victim that if one's hand is bigger than their face, they are likely to develop cancer. This invariably causes the person to position their open hand up to their face to compare the relative sizes. At that point, the perpetrator forcefully pushes the victim's own hand into his/her face. A variant of this is claiming you can tell if someone smokes by smelling their hand, "testing" the victim and provoking a response by claiming they're a smoker. [ i fell for this once! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wipe-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prankster tells the victim to sit on the floor (Preferably tile) with his/her legs apart. He then pours some water on the floor between the victim's legs. He gives the victim a stick, a ladle or something else. He tells him/her that if they can whack his hand with the stick before he wipes up the water with a rag, they win. Just as he is about to wipe, he grabs the victim's ankles and drags them through the water, making it look as if they wet their pants. Especially effective in front of a large group or where a change of clothes is not easilly accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole list here : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_pranks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'Palm Cancer' prank's kinda funny,but why 'school' pranks? You mean I can't do it unless I'm studying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113466450086495493?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113466450086495493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113466450086495493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113466450086495493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113466450086495493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/bit-of-updating.html' title='A bit of updating...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113427369657702533</id><published>2005-12-11T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T12:01:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams.....</title><content type='html'>...are what you get when you are sick and refused to rest early for the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are formed when you used up too much of your brain cells in the day,mainly playing winning eleven,surfing net,chatting on msn and catching the World Cup Draw Live in the wee hours of the morning. All doing at the same time. Talk about multi-tasking baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,just to let you know what's the big fuss over my dreams. The first happened on Fri night,or should I say Sat morning,where I dreamt of singing Beyond songs all the way in a ktv room with Kevin and Ah Tat. With a girl whose face was covered with mosaic and dancing erotically in front of us. Must have been watching too much porn recently but what's up with the Beyond songs? Somemore I can still remember what we sang and the worst thing's that I'm having this dream in a 3rd person view,that is I'm actually floating somewhere in my dream and watching myself and the 2 guys singing. With the mosaic-covered dancing girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,anyway I tink its quite fun watching the World Cup Draw Live on the internet,not that I planned it but I can't really sleep with my blocked nose. Was trying to find out first-hand on which countries will be tied up with Argentina and was there cursing when Pele picked out Holland and Serbia &amp; Montenegro. That's so Brazilian of him. England?In such an easy group I will die laughing if they are kicked out in the group stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly met up with Wee Chiang,Kevin and a surprise guest Patty to watch the show,Aeon Flux. Didn't expect Wee Chiang to turn up as he's only game for our 'monthyl tournaments' haha. Btw the show Aeon Flux really is a fluke. Not even Charlize Theron can save it with her awful choice of black coloured hair. Stick to your primary assets baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my 2nd dream? Woke up with a smile today coz the first thing on my mind was the beautiful dream of walking along a garden holding hands with someone who looked awfully like Jeanette Ow. Weird but nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113427369657702533?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113427369657702533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113427369657702533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113427369657702533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113427369657702533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird Dreams.....'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113409777929863834</id><published>2005-12-09T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:29:10.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back~</title><content type='html'>Wah...It's been like almost a month since I last blogged,and actually I did have lotsa stuffs to write about when I'm in China but then my laptop,or should I say the company's laptop had been cruelly and selfishly taken away by my senior who needed to 'send emails' back to the company when actually he wanted to surf net more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,spent my last weekend at Shanghai(again..sighzz). Most people will be like,wow a free trip to Shanghai,but I been there for the fourth time,so this time one of my friend and I were just tour guides to my other colleagues. Bad timing when we reached Shanghai coz it was drizzling and the weather already being so cold there's like so many stuffs we couldn't do like taking the boat ride off the Huangpu River and going clubbing coz....its practically a ghost town when we reached there,only pimps asking us if we wanted any 'warmth' haha. Boring as I was I decided to entertain the pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp : Hey you guys want any girls?Why don't you come in and see?If there's anyone            you like you can also bring them home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wah really?How much?Girls pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp(lighten up) : Well its $100 for handjob and $300 if you bringing them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(in a sarcastic tone) : So cheap??Wow then I think the girls must be damn pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time a few of my colleagues were already sniggering at the back,except for one,Lee,who can't tell that I'm joking and shouted out in Hokkien coz the pimp couldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee : Don't la! You bring one home and dunno how many will follow you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp(sensing disapproval) : Hey we have like more than 100 of them,from Chinese to Japanese to Russians...choose whoever you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok so you have Indian girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp : Huh?Indians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ya you said you have more than 100 girls and you don't have an Indian inside? What kind of pimp are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how I found the courage to say that,maybe becoz I'm getting irritated by the rain that's getting heavier. So after a few mins of conversing and the pimp finally sensed that we were toying with him,walked off in a huff and scolded us in his native tongue while we used our fluent Hokkien language to greet his mom in a most caring way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,Shanghai's just like another Singapore,and I'm really getting sick of it. At first we thought of going Hongkong but that's like a 5hrs flight to Shenzhen before taking the stupid bus across the Causeway. Nah,next time I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113409777929863834?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113409777929863834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113409777929863834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113409777929863834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113409777929863834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/12/back.html' title='Back~'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113190146793720555</id><published>2005-11-14T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:04:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Blog In China!!</title><content type='html'>Yup yup,somehow China has finally decided to uplift its ban on blogspot or whatever,and I'm typing all of this at the comfort in my own room. Luckily my roommate decided to bring one's of the company's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?The internet speed in China's unbelievable. 700kbs/sec!! Within one or two hours I already finished downloading two movies and happily watching them. Somehow I don't really feel like going out now,other than bringing the new comers to town to buy cheap clothes and shoes. No mood to go 'clubbing' too,so every night I would just watch movies or read my novels. Nice way to save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work-wise I guess it kinda sucks. Imagine a group of 34 people wtih almost half of them Indians. Ok this time I'm not being racist,but imagine working in China with sooo many Indians. Even my Chinese colleagues asked why this time we have sooo many Indians but then I guess the reason's quite obvious to them too. Most of our experienced Chinese guys already went over to our rival company and I saw some of them in Seagate today too. In the past when we were colleagues we would laugh and joke around but this time I guessed they felt awkward so we didn't talk much too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing most of my frens in S'pore. Being able to msn every night and see them online jus makes it worse. Out of all the time Benny have to ask me out jus when I'm overseas. Eh bro pls try to appreciate me when I'm around ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep now. Can't understand why there are sooo many mosquitos when the weather's soo cold(19 degrees). Thought they hate coldness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing Count of Mosquitos to date: 15. Killed half of them when I'm shitting. They do have slow reactions compared to their S'pore cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113190146793720555?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113190146793720555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113190146793720555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113190146793720555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113190146793720555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-can-blog-in-china.html' title='I Can Blog In China!!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8572102.post-113155710294359412</id><published>2005-11-10T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T11:29:22.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Blogging of Year 2005......</title><content type='html'>....which I hope will not turn out to be true,but with China banning blogspot and my visa allowing 60 days of stay,I'll be homecoming in year 2006,which's kinda sad. Imagine spending my Christmas &amp; New Year's eve and a remote possibility of spending CNY(choy choy choy!!) in China. Ok so I don't really celebrate Christmas,like to squeeze with zillions of people somewhere in town during New Year,and spending my whole day watching tv or playing mahjong with relatives during CNY. But it feels kinda strange to be out of Singapore at this point of time. Germaine had just further dampen my mood when she smsed me that she will miss me especially during the festive seasons coz even though we seldom celebrate together,the thought of your close friend being overseas during that period can actually somehow affect your mood,which I guess she's right in a way. Also,it feels kinda strange when people you know says "Cya next year buddy!". Com'on don't keep reminding me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ok ok,I shall stop whining and start winning. After all I'm going becoz of the money and the snow only,though I'm a person who choose desert over North Pole. Just one more trip from this and my life shall start anew in year 2006. So just when I'm settling down all my thoughts and preparing to pack my stuffs slowly my company dropped a bombshell on me,which is a change of flight time from Fri afternoon to Thurs midnite!!&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;All my relaxing mood evaporates in an instant. Wah lao I haven't complete my 'wanna-do' stuffs leh!(one of them which is writing my blog haha). As I was packing my stuff my mum would show me her fav pose when lecturing me,which is leaning against  my bedroom wall and folding her arms and nagged nagged nagged all the way about not listening to her advices to pack earlier,blah blah blah....Haha not meant to be rude mom,ya I'm sorry I should have packed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K then guys,take care and don't forget to msn me whenever u see me online in China. Cheers buddies and babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113155710294359412?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113155710294359412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113155710294359412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113155710294359412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113155710294359412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-last-blogging-of-year-2005.html' title='My Last Blogging of Year 2005......'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113121421839462759</id><published>2005-11-06T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T02:10:18.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; My Big Mouth</title><content type='html'>Some things you should just keep quiet about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never ask for a birthday gift you NEVER really wanted and;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When you bet,don't say things which doesn't appear in your betting slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Germaine darling today,who wanted to pass me my long overdue birthday present,which was actually Maia Lee's album(I feel really embarassed even when I was typing this). Ok so I did say I wanted her album but its only becoz I tot there's at least some sexy pics or posters included. And I was only half serious! And dar you are one of my best friends yet you didn't know it?? Haha but anyway I shouldn't harp too much on it. Mum says its not polite to be fussy on gifts. Thanks dar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second,I bought my usual weekend betting tickets and met up with Kevin for our boring weekend football match again. Where's Al you ask? Oh he's very STRESSED and BUSY for his upcoming exams so he be staying in his hostel,either alone or with some cantonese speaking girl. Anyway I bought exact score 3-1 for Match A and 4-1 for Match B. As the full time approached both matches stayed at 3-1 and so we thought I won something. Then my mouth started blabbering stuffs like "scully what I bought for both matches turned out to be the other way round haha...". Matches ended and we left the coffeeshop,thinking the other match already ended 3-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached home,took a bath and was thinking to go shopping for tml's MPH sale when my dad mentioned about a last min goal in one match. Ran to my bedroom and checked the website and after 5 mins of cursing and swearing I decided to vent my fustration here. How things can go wrong when you don't think before you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,I should be flying off this coming Thursday. And I said 'should be'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113121421839462759?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113121421839462759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113121421839462759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113121421839462759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113121421839462759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-my-big-mouth.html' title='Me &amp; My Big Mouth'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113099207785464783</id><published>2005-11-03T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:33:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momo - definitely a Nono</title><content type='html'>Woke up and realised that I forgot to switch off my pc all night long. Damn it,I hate it when I'm wasting electricity like this. Probably too happy when I saw Lille scoring against Manure Woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these are the pics from Monday's outing with my poly friends at Balaclava;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/6387.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/6387.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/fea4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/fea4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that's a very great gathering,coz this time I could see at least 3 ladies instead of the usual all-guys assembly. Pretty right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/214f.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/214f.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this Desmond~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balaclava's(Hope I get that right)kinda nice chill out place,with all the usual yuppies hanging around and a nice live band. Pity some of the waiters' attitude sucks. Then Chee Leong suggested playing our fav game: 终极密码.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/1172.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/1172.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la I'm not the first to kena la. On the contary I'm one of the last two survivors,who's Jasmine,to finally fallen. Which then starts my drinking spree which I'm sure I would have been dead if its not Budweiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/d663.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/d663.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan's in da house!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall its really been a great outing,but I'm gonna miss Xitian's wedding as I(haven't really confirmed) have to fly off. Kinda surprising even to myself here but I felt disappointed when I found out I was gonna miss his wedding,when usually I don't bother about stuffs like this. Hope you have an everlasting marriage and don't be a hen-pecked husband ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Momo&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo really wasn't that fun,and for a guy like me who has a relatively short clubbing experience,that spells impending doom for the club. But then the crowd just comes in and in and in and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Denise and Tai Qiang for dinner at Scotts and Tai Qiang whom I haven't seen for a long time. As usual he kept commenting on ladies who walked past which in the past really irritated me a lot. I do look at women but not with comments everytime,but there's another thing. During dinner,he kept commenting about Denise's erm...I think guys who knew her will know la haha. Luckily I could see she's not really offended about it but com'on,the way you talked certainly made her feel self conscious leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is our beautiful princess in her most....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/CIMG6524.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/CIMG6524.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate Stella Ng's lookalike pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cigeratte spoiled it all. But heck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/CIMG6578.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/CIMG6578.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of both worlds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/CIMG6580.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/CIMG6580.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I laugh or cry over this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/CIMG6579.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/CIMG6579.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/CIMG6528.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/CIMG6528.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubba Hubba~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/1024/CIMG6535.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/237/1944/320/CIMG6535.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao eh Kev,why u so huahee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I gave Momo 2/10. 1 point for the pretty chicks and 1 point for the door bitch. But thanks Dear and Pat for inviting us over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113099207785464783?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113099207785464783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113099207785464783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113099207785464783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113099207785464783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/11/momo-definitely-nono.html' title='Momo - definitely a Nono'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8572102.post-113082911015742834</id><published>2005-11-01T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:11:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Birthdate : What it means</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: September 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 19th day of the month adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your life path. &lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, it poses a number of obstacles to overcome before you are able to be as independent as you would like. The number 1 energy suggests more executive ability and leadership qualities than your path may have indicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday on the 19th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach. However, a somewhat self-centered approach to life that may be in conflict with some of the other influences in your life. &lt;br /&gt;This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed. &lt;br /&gt;You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations. &lt;br /&gt;You do not tend to follow convention or take advice very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, you tend to learn through experience; sometimes hard experiences. &lt;br /&gt;The 19/1 is a loner number and you may experience feelings of being alone even if you are married. &lt;br /&gt;You may take on a tendency to be nervous and angry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113082911015742834?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113082911015742834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113082911015742834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113082911015742834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113082911015742834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-birthdate-what-it-means.html' title='Your Birthdate : What it means'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-113080735181621534</id><published>2005-10-31T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:09:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>夜曲 - Jay's new song</title><content type='html'>一群嗜血的蚂蚁被腐肉所吸引&lt;br /&gt;我面无表情看孤独的风景&lt;br /&gt;失去你爱开始分明&lt;br /&gt;失去你还有什么事好关心&lt;br /&gt;那鸽子不再象征和平&lt;br /&gt;我终于被提醒捆着手我现在是奴隶&lt;br /&gt;我用漂亮的押韵形容被掠夺一空的爱情&lt;br /&gt;我应该藏这里夜色不干净&lt;br /&gt;还给你整夜的回忆占满天的星&lt;br /&gt;送你的白色玫瑰在纯黑的花季凋零&lt;br /&gt;午夜在树枝上诡异的很安静&lt;br /&gt;倾听我黑色的大衣像我的你&lt;br /&gt;衣栉比鳞的鬼走过的走过的生命&lt;br /&gt;啊四周弥漫雾气&lt;br /&gt;啊我在空旷的墓地&lt;br /&gt;老去后还爱你&lt;br /&gt;为你弹奏肖邦的夜曲&lt;br /&gt;纪念我死去的爱情&lt;br /&gt;跟夜风一样的声音&lt;br /&gt;心碎的很好听&lt;br /&gt;手在键盘敲钢琴&lt;br /&gt;我给的思念太小心&lt;br /&gt;你埋葬的地方就有你(Duhz?)&lt;br /&gt;为你弹奏肖邦的夜曲&lt;br /&gt;纪念我死去的爱情&lt;br /&gt;而我为你隐姓埋名&lt;br /&gt;在月光下弹琴&lt;br /&gt;对你心跳的感应&lt;br /&gt;还是如此温热亲近&lt;br /&gt;怀念你那鲜红的唇印&lt;br /&gt;那些断翅的蜻蜓散落在这森林&lt;br /&gt;而我的眼睛没有丝毫同情&lt;br /&gt;失去你泪水混浊无情&lt;br /&gt;失去你我连笑容都有阴影&lt;br /&gt;我站在满心期待的屋顶&lt;br /&gt;嘲笑我的伤心&lt;br /&gt;像一口没有水的枯井&lt;br /&gt;我用尽我的自信&lt;br /&gt;要我后悔莫急等待爱情&lt;br /&gt;为你弹奏肖邦的夜曲&lt;br /&gt;纪念我死去的爱情&lt;br /&gt;跟夜风一样的声音&lt;br /&gt;心碎的很好听&lt;br /&gt;手在键盘敲钢琴&lt;br /&gt;我给的思念太小心&lt;br /&gt;你埋葬的地方就有你&lt;br /&gt;为你弹奏肖邦的夜曲&lt;br /&gt;纪念我死去的爱情&lt;br /&gt;而我为你隐姓埋名&lt;br /&gt;在月光下弹琴&lt;br /&gt;对你心跳的感应&lt;br /&gt;还是如此温热亲近&lt;br /&gt;怀念你那鲜红的唇印&lt;br /&gt;一群嗜血的蚂蚁被腐肉所吸引&lt;br /&gt;我面无表情看孤独的风景&lt;br /&gt;失去你爱开始分明&lt;br /&gt;失去你还有什么事好关心&lt;br /&gt;那鸽子不再象征和平&lt;br /&gt;我终于被提醒捆着手我现在是奴隶&lt;br /&gt;我用漂亮的押韵形容被掠夺一空的爱情&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-113080735181621534?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/113080735181621534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=113080735181621534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113080735181621534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/113080735181621534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/10/jays-new-song.html' title='夜曲 - Jay&apos;s new song'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112997319487405562</id><published>2005-10-22T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:26:37.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/T1000/1070991811_DNiceSamuraiMeyo.JPG" border="0" alt="dbb"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Honor: You are an honorable person who is firm with&lt;br&gt;his/her beliefs and treats others as you are&lt;br&gt;treated. People would consider you humble at&lt;br&gt;times and very respectful, and someone to&lt;br&gt;definitely respect back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/T1000/quizzes/Which%20Characteristic%20From%20the%20Samurai%20Code%20Matches%20You%20Best%3F%20(You%20may%20find%20out%20your%20best%20trait)/"&gt; Which Characteristic From the Samurai Code Matches You Best? (You may find out your best trait)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup this is my samurai code...sounds cool huh? But I guess every word looks cool...don't think they will put '笨' right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112997319487405562?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112997319487405562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112997319487405562' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112997319487405562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112997319487405562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/10/honor.html' title='Honor'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112982511707620799</id><published>2005-10-20T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:22:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>For these past two weeks,something has really bothered me a lot. And its concerned to my blog. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz you told me you read it two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't imagine how pleasantly surprised I was when I received your msg. "Hey recently I have been reading your blog,interesting life huh?Keep it up!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple message from you and God knows how estatic I was that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since then,I had been feeling very conscious about myself. Whenever I tried to update my blog,you appeared in my mind. I tried to make my blog a far more interesting stuff,just becoz you said 'keep it up'. In the end,I gave up writing,partly becoz I couldn't concentrate,and partly becoz I felt I couldn't live up to your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I decided that I'm going to write what I'm thinking right now,or rather,these past two weeks coz I realise I'm not gonna let you take control of me. What you are going to read later may or may not be the catalyst to the downfall of our already deteriorating friendship but I just have to spill it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about you all this while. Although it has already been fourteen months since our breakup,you are always still in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,not occupying the whole space of my mind though. You were always just hiding somewhere in the corner and only appeared out of a sudden when I saw or heard things that reminded me of you. And you would linger there for the whole day till something distracted me and you would be gone out of the blue. But for the times when you were in my mind,I would recount the times that we spent together. Like when we first met up at Tampines for movies,and you only told me after the movies that you didn't like the show but only watched it becoz I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the times when you and me would talk in the msn till the wee hours and I only realised after some time that you didn't like to chat online but only bcoz I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first kissed after you made me promise that I gained more weight in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the messages we would send to each other all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was sick and you told me you would be going out with your ex bf and you suddenly appeared below my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights when we would just spent talking about almost everything around your neighbourhood as there's not much places to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when you would just flare up at any insensitive things that I had done and when I succeeded in pacifying you you would give me the most loving smile and hug I ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night when you suddenly msged me to tell me that you were confused and felt that we should stop meeting each other for a while when the next day I was supposed to accompany you to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when I told you that it would be good for us to break up when you were fairly sure that I couldn't be the one you wished. Actually I lied. It would only be good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course,watching one of my fav romantic movie with you out of all the movies we watched(eleven shows in all) and ironically it's the first movie since we broke up. I did shed a few tears when watching,but I'm not sure whether the tears were for the movie or for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,the sound of determination in your voice when I asked for a reconcilation and you rejected. One of the sounds I will possibly remembered for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously,however it all may seems,I'm just reminiscing the past,and while its true I do miss you at times,but I guess its more of a 'old time no see' kind of miss. You always promised me that you will meet up but to no avail. During that time when I saw you with your bf I reacted quite erm...'abnormally' according to friends,which I admitted that I wasn't too used to seeing you being so close with another guy. But now I can cross my heart and say that I will like to see you being happy. Funny,I normally condemn those who wished their loved ones be happy with someone else coz I always thought men are selfish by nature. Guess I'm not doing what I preach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112982511707620799?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112982511707620799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112982511707620799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112982511707620799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112982511707620799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/10/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112947382849598134</id><published>2005-10-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:21:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ann Kok!Ann Kok!</title><content type='html'>All right!Beyond Rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Beyond concert on Saturday with my bros Ah Tat,Kevin and late comer Al who I assumed was trying to test my patience. The 3 of us reached around 7.15pm and had to wait outside for him like fools while he was enjoying his dinner with some hongkie chick. Yes Al,I'm jealous,but try waiting outside the stadium when its hot and crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:02pm - Finally,we were in! Found our seats in no time and I was dismayed by the distance from our seats to the stage as my camera could not take good pictures frm there. Oh well,at least we have a good view,so I thought. Saw some bird watching aunties with their binoculars,a couple which the girl probably acted as one of the extras in "Hong Xing Shi San Mei" coz she had a lovely tattoo covering half of her back,one lady who kept on waving her 'light me up' dildo look-alike and looking as if she went to the wrong concert,and three girls who waved their light sticks during the entire show. Al was the one who spotted them all and which he kindly informed me. Observant boy sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:11pm - The concert had started! Beyond kicked off with a big bang with two rock tracks,which I was not so familiar with. Belted out hits after hits and there's even 3 video segments shown during intervals of the concert about how they started out and ending it. What kinda touched me the most was the segment where they showed the speech by Wong Kar Kui,who always wanted Hongkong rock music to be heard across the globe. Man,keeps you wondering what if he's still around. I bet Beyond can achieve more than what it has done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz Beyond concert rocked. But all good things must have some bad points,like how they arranged with their song list. We realised halfway throughout the concert that the song list were arranged accordingly from their first album to the latest. Hence the concert being called "Beyond the Story Live 2005". Let's be frank,their current hits were not so good. They should have put their 'not so famous/good songs' from the start and then belted out their greatest hits towards the end. You could sense the climax decelarating gradually towards the end. And no 喜欢你? What's up with that? Don't they know that this song was reportedly one of the songs which guys sang to get their girls back in the 80's? Third,its the stupid crowd,or should I say the section of our crowd. No one wanna stand! Ironic issn't it,those paying $148 in the front got to stand while we didn't. In the end the four of us did stand,and I kept stealing glances at the back and was glad some of them did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:25pm - Beyond finally sang their last song and after giving some cantonese speech which I could only assume its had something to do with 'thanks,bye,no encore,etc,etc...' they left the stage. The crowd did the usual thing by shouting 'Encore!Encore!' and waited. I was still hoping to hear 喜欢你 and so I gave my loudest 'Encore!' which embarassingly sounded like 'Ann Kok!' to Kev. We shouted till our voice became hoarse while the staff went about plugging off wires,removing the drum set and so forth. Were a bit pissed coz I felt Beyond were just like going through the motions while playing,and there's hardly any emotions which you could detect from them. But its a great concert nontheless,and I can't wait for the next rock band to hit our shores so I can let loose again haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front row seats this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Oh by the way,even though the distance's too far,I managed to take one good picture which makes a perfect wallpaper for my Pc now. Anyone interested just let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112947382849598134?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112947382849598134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112947382849598134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112947382849598134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112947382849598134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/10/ann-kokann-kok.html' title='Ann Kok!Ann Kok!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112852531270687558</id><published>2005-10-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:15:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argghhzzz!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's not a good day for me. In fact,it seems like one of the worst things to happen to me in recent months. And it always conicide with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I wanna mention one thing: To the one whom I'm supposed to meet this Sat,can you please decide whether you still wanna meet up? so busy meh?!If can't can you please tell me asap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,was feeling very lazy this morning,due to the morning drizzle which just made me wanna stay home all day. And when I'm lazy I tend to be less attentive to things around me. Then these fucking Indians just had to create trouble all day for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,they wanted to steal my tools. I never write my names on my tools unlike the others coz my theory is: If the guy wanna steal your stuff,he surely have ways to erase your name. Now I was working halfway and went to get my tools in my toolbox,I saw my toolbox with no lock. I must had carelessly forgotten to lock and in my mind I was already praying my tools won't be gone. Either I'm not praying hard enough or the Gods know I'm an atheist,three of my tools were gone. All in the space of 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough,in my company when someone lost his tools,the first person he will go to who he thinks hold responsible in his tools is an Indian guy.(Its gonna get a bit racist from here onwards,so bear with it). So there I am,going through every Indian guy whom I suspect and surely enough I found mine in this bangal fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Oei cb why you take my tools?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geh Leng : "Ah?No mah,my tools.my tools."(Indian trying to speak singlish.Phuui!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "You sure or not?You don't play with me ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GL : "Oei no la my tools la. I never take your tools."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time I was really boiling,coz I did make some marks on my tools. So I decided to use my newly accquired knowledge of How To Scare The Shit Out Of Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :  "I ask you one last time. My tools or your tools?If you lie I fucking hell promise that you be sent back and never come Singapore work again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Note - This phrase,in any means,can only be used on newcomers,who doesn't have any backups from your Indian boss,or with Indian friends who are more senior with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GL : "Erm...no la its my tools la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Ok fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked to the washroom which is just beside our boss's office. Of coz I walked slowly and making sure he kinda keep an eye on me. Then around 20mins later he came and told me my tools were found inside the dustbin. My patience in him reached maximum. Stole my tools nevermind,insult my intelligence? I then scolded him and threatened him for what seemed like an eternity and I walked off in triumph when I saw his red,watery eyes. Shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the good part. The bad part was I was walking with my colleagues towards the canteen during lunch when we saw an...Indian cycling in the MIDDLE of the road. And its a busy road that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague : "Wah what's that Indian doing in the middle of the road??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Well,you already said wat.Indians."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right on time were my boss AND our 2nd-in-charge of the company AND my IC for my station walking behind us. All are Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless they didn't scold me,only sarcastic jokes and smiles which meant all things but friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,didn't go to the Bon Jovi party at Bar None today. Wanted to go collect the goodie bags but heard that its gonna be way too crowded so decided not to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112852531270687558?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112852531270687558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112852531270687558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112852531270687558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112852531270687558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/10/argghhzzz.html' title='Argghhzzz!!!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112852299540981097</id><published>2005-10-05T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:36:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/southpark.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/southpark.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current emotions depicted in this above pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112852299540981097?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112852299540981097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112852299540981097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112852299540981097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112852299540981097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-current-emotions-depicted-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112831458687272313</id><published>2005-10-03T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:43:06.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend at Indonchine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112831458687272313?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112831458687272313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112831458687272313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112831458687272313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112831458687272313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-at-indonchineposted-by-picasa.html' title=''/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112831394562929586</id><published>2005-10-03T12:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:32:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was slightly different from the others that I spent, coz I got to hang out with a lady which has been a long time since I done that. That’s how my life became now. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never mind that I had to share the lady with Kev and Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its fun, with Patty bringing us to eat her so called Good and Affordable chili crab. Kev kept saying that he rather bring us to AMK for the reputed best chili crab in Singapore. I thought,wth,lets jus give her a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance that will make me regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a chance that gives me stomachache until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s the SUPER FRIENDLY auntie that attracted you to go right, Pat? “Wah look like Sun Yan Zi sia”, “Wah so skinny!”..... Sibei gao poh. And I’m not going to mention what she thought about me and Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al met up with us later and after much walking around (as usual) we finally decided to try out Indonchine, where I seriously had always wanted to try out the atmosphere after always hearing the music when walking past by, not seriously not the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was down to ordering drinks, which I really had a hard time choosing. Cannot order anything else other than beer coz my knowledge of alcohol sucks to the core. Cannot order cocktails coz its generally ‘for ladies and wussies only’. See la, cannot drink still wanna act tough. In the end I chose Rumba 7 coz I remembered vaguely I drank this somewhere else before and I came out all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the four of us were sitting there and listening to live music and the feeling’s great! Then one of the customers came up to the stage coz it was her birthday and I dunno if the rest of them realized but she has great legs!! The way she sat on the stool and the way she folded her legs sideways coz she was wearing a short skirt is so graceful and….she has great legs!! Feels like silky thighs to me muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if any of you guys read Al's blog first then mine, please don't think that I copied his. Its just that we both have similar things happening to us. I just happened to be the more unlucky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money spent on S'pool betting : $25&lt;br /&gt;Money won from S'pool betting : $26.25&lt;br /&gt;Money for starting capital for Mahjong : $40&lt;br /&gt;Money left in my drawer : $14&lt;br /&gt;Money lost : $26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this statistics I seemed to have an affinity with the number 26. So I think I gonna buy these few numbers stated above for this week's Toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I seemed to become some kind of hardcore gambler. Can't imagine I was standing next to my dad at the S'pool counter on Saturday discussing the odds before I went to meet my other hardcore punters Kev and Al at Bedok for another week of football watching at kopitiam. Oh yeah,it was fun that night especially,coz we were watching not just with the usual ah peks but with a few chinamen too who obviously went to tried their luck in S'pools like yours truly. They watch football like reading their wuxia comics like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Park Ji Sung dribbling* -  "Hu Hu Ha Ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Still dribbling...going into the penalty box...* -  "Ahhhhhhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fell by Volz! Its definitely a penalty!!" - An undescribable sound,but definitely a sound of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terok sia,but still fun. Even though I lost my money on that match. Then we headed straight to Al’s house to lose all my money again. But otherwise, its has been considered a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last but not least, another careless passenger has lost his/her belongings on the plane. Oh well,finders keepers. This time my mum has..erm... a 40Gb Ipod player. Anyone has extra charger to sell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112831394562929586?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112831394562929586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112831394562929586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112831394562929586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112831394562929586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-last-weekend_112831394562929586.html' title='My Last Weekend'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112758761825108103</id><published>2005-09-25T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:46:58.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>Yup,been realli lazy recently. Updating my blog,that is. Just in case some of you don't know, I just celebrated my 24th Birthday last Monday with Denise,Kevin,Al,Agnes and Ah Tat at Partyworld. Had lotsa fun and a lot of pics were taken too,courtesy of Agnes who came in spite of her Busy schedule. But very lazy la,so won't be updating the pics here so soon. Anyway you can view some of the pics from Agne's blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I have the sudden spirit to update my blog in the middle of the night on a Saturday? Reason is being.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE BEAT MANURE!!!!!!!!!WOOOHOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup to all those Man Utd fans out there,Blackburn has scored a 2-1 victory over you guys at your home ground! Amazing man...more amazing is that I won $25 out of that match. Hubba Hubba! Was actually not watching the match but instead watching the Jackie Chan movie 'The Myth' and was kinda engrossed in it when Al whipped out his Hp and checked the score. Blackburn was leading 1-0 around the 60-70mins and the movie was going to its climax and that distracted me. Was already silently praying after that throughout the rest of the movie that Rovers held on and they did me proud. Woohoo!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K man gotta hit the sack. Tommorow will be playing football for my company against another in some dunno-what-name cup. Will post the pics asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112758761825108103?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112758761825108103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112758761825108103' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112758761825108103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112758761825108103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/09/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112602254802871910</id><published>2005-09-06T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:30:08.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The child that I was r</title><content type='html'>Didn't go for work today,being lazy and all. Decided to spend my day lazing around and sending resumes to try out as the company is not doing well already. Imagine asking you to take leave(and if you don't have leave you need to take unpaid leave) for Thurs and Fri for 3 consecutive weeks. That just doesn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was just after dinner around 8pm when I was getting down to watch my 'Lost' dvds which I bought from China and was slowly involving myself into the mysteries of it all when suddenly I heard shouts and all. Happened to be a couple quarelling at the other side of the block. Out of curiosity I paused my show and prepared to watch the other 'show'. Their quarrels were attracting other neighbours and from the shouting it seemed to be like the husband not finding a job for months and the wife's pissed about it. Seemed so freaking similiar to what my parents quarrelled,not that my dad was out of a job for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I knew it,the couple had been quarrelling for like 20mins coz I figured I must had smoked 3 sticks by then. Neighbours were trying to break up the quarrels and the couple would tell them everything's fine and retreated back to their house before coming out again to make a scene. I was beginning to get bored since I assumed they would just do that a few more times before they stopped the entire thing when suddenly their kid,around 12 or so,came out and started screaming at the top of his lungs,telling them to stop. His behaviour seemed soo lunatic and so desperate and he was crying so much. My heart just stopped there for the moment,not so much of me pitying the boy,but how he resembled me in my younger years. My parents would like quarrel for almost everyday and I had to keep my brother away from all this shit coz I won't want all this to affect his upbringing or emotions...watever. At the same time I had to put on a brave front and acted like my parents' quarrels weren't that important to me. But everytime they would just lurrvvee to quarrel at night and I had to hide in my bedsheets and used whatever means to cover my ears and cried. Mind torturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon I had enough. So it was one time when they quarrelled I finally let loose. Pushed them away and kicked them,shouting like a lunatic,crying for them to stop. Thought I must had put some effect on them coz the neighbours finally started banging the door and they must had seen what kind of a fucked up family we were. My parents then both apologized to me the next morning,thus I must had shaken them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this kid was now shouting and crying and pushing his dad away,begging them to stop. Well the idiots somehow just didn't and kept quarrelling,while the neighbours just looked on. I somehow had the urge to shout across the block and asked them to stop but the voice just stuck in my throat. Dunno why,maybe I'm scared or maybe I felt this wasn't my business. Fortunately the couple finally relented and the dad brought the son downstairs to avoid confrontation again. I'm fucking sure the kid had the same helplessness and desperation I felt before,just hope it won't affect him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are fucking numbskulls. Why do they always quarrel in front of their kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112602254802871910?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112602254802871910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112602254802871910' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112602254802871910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112602254802871910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/09/child-that-i-was-r.html' title='The child that I was r'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112593765692050870</id><published>2005-09-06T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:39:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/collage.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Times in China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='Why do you care/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,I thought I be too happy to come back on Monday for work after such a long time overseas. You know,meeting all the old and new colleagues,doing some catching up and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due do some already been fore-seen circumstances,the company decided to do a major re-structuring. That is,moving the guys around to new and unknown departments and let them experience the taste of newbies all over again. I was one of them. Stupid man-management again and again. Put me in some stupid QA department where the irony is that I never bother to check my stuffs thoroughly in my whole life. Now they want me to check the measurement of small tiny screw holes which I assume that fatty's dick can't even go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway also quite a lot of things happened today,but its now 12.30am and struggling to keep awake only by listening to Wang Jie's old hits(which are most suitable listening to when late at nights),I decided to post some of the pics taken from my Wuxi trip. Call me uncreative,but I can't really figure out how to put the pics in the 'pile' mode. I can do that but most pics can't be seen. Anyone who can tell me the answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112593765692050870?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112593765692050870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112593765692050870' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112593765692050870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112593765692050870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/09/pics.html' title='Pics!!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8572102.post-112576927079349823</id><published>2005-09-04T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:41:10.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back~~</title><content type='html'>Ok so its been like three days since I'm back in Singapore,but I'm just getting lazier and lazier to update my blog here,and of coz since some of you guys already know that I'm back. Been over at China for like 2 months(actually to be exact, 53 days) and I certainly miss out a lot of things here. Can't really get used to a lot of things here and especially for a guy like me who I suspect has a short term memory. Since blogspot's been banned in China according to Al, I also can't really update you guys on my erm...misadventure all in one column and so feel free to ask me if you guys are that interested coz I'm not going to write all that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,to summarize this trip,I would say its more tiring but more enjoyable than the first. Tiring becoz of the weather. Imagine 34-37 degrees everyday during the first few weeks of my stay there,compared to the 10s and 20s plus degrees during my first trip. You surely get more lethargic when its hot. And not a single bit of cloud over there. Fortunately(or unfortunately),there's a typhoon hitting Shanghai recently and since Wuxi's close to Shanghai(when I said close I meant a few hours car ride),you can actually feel the wind over here. How about enjoyable you asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I have been here before,of coz I'm more familiar to the place than other guys who only been here the first time. Being tour guide's definitely one job I hate coz in this case I would prefer to be the follower and not the leader. Still I brought them to the places I frequent and before you know it,this guys can bring ME to places I never been before. Of coz being familiar means knowing where to get all the stuffs we need and that means more cash spent. Compared to the first trip when I scrimped and saved, I Gan Gan spent almost all my allowance pay,which's around S$2k. Small change considering my friends who spent more than S$4k,which I could never bring myself to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I still feel lost,like dunno what to do back at home. Still can't get used to the fact that I can't smoke in Macs of KFC haha. Dun say stuffs like "of coz la,you luv it in China mah" coz I been getting all this from Agnes and Pat. Nxt week meet up ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112576927079349823?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112576927079349823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112576927079349823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112576927079349823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112576927079349823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/09/back.html' title='Back~~'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112101396224358906</id><published>2005-07-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:21:38.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>Phew...finally finished packing all my stuffs. Yup for those who doesn't know yet I'm leaving for China again tml. This past week certainly had been one of the most busiest week I ever had,working as early from 8am to midnite. No choice,I'm the one who's going to China with all my machines and so I have the responsibility to stay back. Anyway everyone really worked damn hard and fast to meet the seemly impossible deadline and there are bound to have mistakes here and there. Who's going to shoulder all this shit?  Yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all the things settled on Friday,finally I had the pleasure of not working on weekends,which was what I had been doing for the whole month. Met up with Ivan for ktv at Tampines,which practically suxs coz everytime I went there I had to change my room. Why? No air con. When I asked the waiter whether we could change the room it was like asking him to eat his own shit. You know,that kind of reluctant,disgusted expression. Bad services man...But can't really offend them. You never know what they will put in your food or drinks sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Met up with the 'slutty' Michell,Denise and Kevin around night time and went for ktv AGAIN,tiz time at k-box cineleisure. Actually wanted to go town earlier in the afternoon bcoz of the New Face Hunt where so many pretty ladies and so many others who obviously do not own a mirror in their homes would be potraying their assets to the public and of coz,many chee ko pehs would be there too. I admitted I belong to the group. But laziness overcame cheeko-ness and I slacked at home,unwilling to do anything except watched tv and not lifting a single finger on my suitcase which I was supposed to pack that day. Mum, as usual was more anxious than me. She kept on bringing in things for me to pack in,like 3 tubes of toothpaste. Who needs that much in a month??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/P1010596.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/P1010596.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only girls who don't make me feel horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun: Met up with Agnes who passed me my gift which she bought from Bangkok. Silly girl,sick already still went for sunbathing. But anyway thanks dear! You must take good care of urself ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this sounded strange,but then I already missed Singapore on Sat,when I'm actually still around haha. When I first came back from China the first time round,I couldn't wait to go back again or just wanted to go elsewhere for a good short holiday. Just don't feel like staying in Singapore that time. Now I dunno why I feel this way...must be National Day coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go see what else I missed out in my packing now. For those whose names appeared below,it means I'll make an effort to buy presents for you guys. Hope what I be buying will suit you guys and don't worry,I won't buy any super-colourful bracelet or panda doll or sling bag again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine,Sue,Denise,Michell,Agnes,Al,Kev,AhTat,Zack,WeeChiang,Benny,Marcus,Ivan,Kiat,Desmond,Tom,Minhan,Ah Tan,Pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys take care then,meet up when I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/P1010598.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/P1010598.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112101396224358906?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112101396224358906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112101396224358906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112101396224358906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112101396224358906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-112039947609320497</id><published>2005-07-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:19:12.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its shack,not shag.</title><content type='html'>You know you are to tired to go work when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hurl vulgarities at your alarm clock when it wakes you up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put shampoo instead of toothpaste on your toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You realise its shampoo when you are 1/2 way done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have a strong desire to ask the cab driver to bring you back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Drink coffee at the canteen before bringing 2 more nescafes to the workplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Apologise numerous times for accidentally stepping or knocking onto someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Go to the toilet for a 15 mins nap every 1-2hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sing songs of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rage Against the Machine&lt;/span&gt; with your Mat colleagues loudly when working on your...erm,machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's probably only the 2-3 times I never bathe before going to sleep. Feels dirty sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-112039947609320497?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/112039947609320497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=112039947609320497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112039947609320497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/112039947609320497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-shacknot-shag.html' title='Its shack,not shag.'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111997037916977837</id><published>2005-06-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:34:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Fat People.</title><content type='html'>Issit just me or that my life has almost always been surrounded by fat shits who are too irritating,tua kang and smelly for my own good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the briefing today in my company,which mainly talked about our schedules and stuffs. Oh yah I'm being confirmed to go China probably next week or so,and its probably 2-4weeks stint there. As the briefing involved a lot of people,Des n I always managed to find a corner where the boss won't spot us. While happily joking there in the world of our own there came this fatso who kinda like squeezed in among the crowd and said hi to us. Now we were kinda bothered by this unwelcome guest but out of courtesy and greeted him back as well,then we resumed our conversation when he kept interrupting us and tried to join in our conversation. I really hate people who don't really know me well but acted like old time friends. We tried not to include him in our conversation when he suddenly took out his hp and gave it to me. I was like 'huh?' and he said:"Mind giving me your number and name?". I was like kinda stunned while Des was sniggering. Oh well what the heck,keyed in my number and gave him a not-so-friendly smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today then had to work till 10pm,coz boss gave me two choices which are: work till 8pm everyday till Sat or work till 10pm until Friday. No way I'm going to work so late on Sat so I was about to choose the latter when I realised I had a date with my dear haha. So after some negotiation I was allowed to knock off early on Thurs. Haha c dear?I treat u well didn't I? Anyway was struggling to keep my eyes open around 8.30pm when fatso came down to....find me. Was listening to my mp3 while working and he nearly gave me a shock when he standed behind me without calling. "Hey work till 10pm?" He said when everyone knew the 8pm transport had left. Shrugged and carried on working. Then said some stupid comments but I didn't really bothered to listen. Was feeling more and more irritating by him liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm. Free! Too tired to take the transport as it only reached Tampines and so decided to take cab home when...yes fatso again RAN towards me and asked where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm where you stayed?(Asked him first so I can lie later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat:Oh I lived in Pungool you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh I lived in Pasir Ris.(Haha safe liao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat:Oh you taking cab?Can tonbang?coz I can take bus No.3 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:..........ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So took the cab and was trying to take out my mp3 to listen and pretended to fall asleep when he suddenly talked about his army days. What the hell,last thing I wanna hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat:.....so I was able to get off days coz I garang inside..blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:......Ya......Ok.....wow......Haha(All sounding very unethuiastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat:Hey when we get our pay you wanna hang out together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...I just know you for a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Erm...what you wanna do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat:Erm...I also dunno..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tat's the most stupid thing I ever heard from a fat guy. I know I sound weird when I said this,but I suddenly feel like a girl who's been approached by some loser guy with stupid pick-up lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat:Hey you look handsome huh...frm your style I guess u must be playing stunt bikes...blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to the cab uncle: Uncle drive faster pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached! I really begin to think this guy's a gay. Lighted a fag when I got out of the cab and he finally said something which hit my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat:Wow I think u look cool when u smoke sia...hurhurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot take it anymore. I was thinking to just tonbang him but his...his...I can't stand people like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:U no $$ now rite?Tml pay me $2.50.(Cab fare's $5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat:Huh?Er...tot u said u tonbang me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Wat?I very close to u?Nothing's free in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked off.&lt;br /&gt;Till now I still dunno what's his name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111997037916977837?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111997037916977837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111997037916977837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111997037916977837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111997037916977837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-fat-people.html' title='I Hate Fat People.'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111979951692471117</id><published>2005-06-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:49:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet seats should not have striking colours. Period.</title><content type='html'>My dad tio 4D ah!!3rd prize man!Woohoo $3k++!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I dunno what numbers he bought,but then it finally seems that luck's coming his way recently,when he just got promoted and now this. My dad always has been good to both of his sons,so he just went on a shopping spree and bought t-shirts,tv sets,hi-fis and other things which the family can use(but nothing for my mum,as usual). But then wish he can use some of the money to pay for his truckloads of overdue-until-cannot-overdue bills. Never seen sooo many red letters in the house before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just returned from Compass Point meeting Al for a drink at Starbucks. Atmosphere's nubbad,compared to the coffeehouses at Tampines where its sooo crowded. Also kinda sick of being at Pavilion all the times,although there are more chicks to look at haha. So head home and decided to log on for a while before I go bathe and do my business when I saw my new toilet seat,or cover. Wow flamboyant orange sia. My mood dissipated when I found my old familiar toilet seat gone and so I asked my dad on just why he had to choose this colour. "Aiyah no more white or grey colour liao...Makes the toilet more lively mah!" He joked. Ni Nao Niah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111979951692471117?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111979951692471117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111979951692471117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111979951692471117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111979951692471117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/06/toilet-seats-should-not-have-striking.html' title='Toilet seats should not have striking colours. Period.'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111953960949369427</id><published>2005-06-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:13:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The song that read out my mind</title><content type='html'>'Let Me Go' - Three Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more kiss could be the best thing&lt;br /&gt;But one more lie could be the worst&lt;br /&gt;And all these thoughts are never resting&lt;br /&gt;And you're not something I deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head there's only you now&lt;br /&gt;This world falls on me&lt;br /&gt;In this world there's real and make believe&lt;br /&gt;And this seems real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;br /&gt;And you love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;So let me go&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream ahead to what I hope for&lt;br /&gt;And I turn my back on loving you&lt;br /&gt;How can this love be a good thing&lt;br /&gt;When I know what I'm goin through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head there's only you now&lt;br /&gt;This world falls on me&lt;br /&gt;In this world there's real and make believe&lt;br /&gt;And this seems real to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;So let me go&lt;br /&gt;Just Let me goo...&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how hard I try&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape these things inside I know&lt;br /&gt;I knowww..&lt;br /&gt;When all the pieces fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You will be the only one who knows&lt;br /&gt;Who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand&lt;br /&gt;And you love me but you don't know Who I am&lt;br /&gt;So let me go&lt;br /&gt;Just let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you love me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;And you love me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You love me but you don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really feel like writing down what I'm thinking through right now but then just can't seem to find the right words. It was then I heard this song which was,simply amazing.  Really shown my current mood and all,word by word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Initial D's enjoyable,but for those who watched the anime,dun really go and compare the movie with it coz that will spoil the fun. Chapman &amp; Anthony really rawks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111953960949369427?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111953960949369427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111953960949369427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111953960949369427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111953960949369427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/06/song-that-read-out-my-mind.html' title='The song that read out my mind'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111936311950773485</id><published>2005-06-21T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:11:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>This week and the next are probably going to be very busy for me as we had to rush to meet our schedule on 30th June, and then I will be going to China along with the current machines. But then its quite impossible as there are not many ‘old birds’ around as they went to Thailand for another project (*sob sob* I wanna goooo!). Most of them are my kakis so I was damn bored here. Just work, work and more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday’s probably gonna be the only day of these two weeks where I can knock off early, so I took time out to go for a haircut. Decided not to go Jean Yip bcoz of time and money constraints and so decided to revisit my old haunt which’s at Elias Mall. Damn! The salon has closed down. Can’t be just becoz I haven’t visited them for a few months right? Was cursing silently when an uncle beckoned me to his salon, which apparently seems to be newly opened. $10 only! Although I don’t like to visit empty salons but I couldn’t stand my super thick hair anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Hey boi ah, cut hair or colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er…cut hair only…(And I’m not boi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then brought me to wash my hair and then proceeded to discuss what kind of hairstyles I want, or should I say, implement his ideas and erm…forced me to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh Uncle, I want my hair to…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: Hey don’t call me uncle leh, I’m not that old! Call me Jeffery la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a guy who wear clothes which even my dad will not take a second look at, he prefers not to be called an uncle. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh Jeffery, I just want to cut a bit short…etc…etc…etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Huh no la, your hair got nice body (huh?). I cut this and etc…etc…etc...ok? If you don’t like after I finished then I can cut back to the style you want okie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking I do not understand hairstylists’ language  and therefore I do not know what he’s trying to recommend me. But whatever, thinking I can ask him to re-do if it sucked. And that’s just the beginning of the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff who was cutting my hair with one eye and the other on the tv: Wah why you never colour your hair? Guys your age always colour mah…you want I can give you discount!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm no la, don’t like to colour my hair.(Can’t tell him my mum don’t allow right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: But the hairstyle I cut for you very stylo! This hairstyle must have colour one, if not very malu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes he said malu. And until now I still dunno what’s the link. So after 3-4 minutes of persuading and rejecting, he appeared fustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Aiyah if you don’t want then nevermind la. I explained soo much but you still don’t understand. Sighhzz too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so for the rest of the time we didn’t talk, which’s good coz I really don’t like to talk to hairstylists coz they ask questions which they are not interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished my haircut. Was watching the news so I didn’t really look at my new hairstyle but then I was taken back when I looked at the mirror. I looked sooo different!&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not really nice, and not too shabby either. Jeffery wanted to attend to another customer quickly so he didn’t bother to show me my backview and of coz I forgot about it during that time. Paid him just $12 coz that’s the student rate. And I’m a student to him haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home I got a shock of my life. My back hasn’t been cut!! Now I look so….not my age! I always wanted a hairstyle which doesn’t look too flamboyant and I was wondering why I never spotted my back when I was at the salon. Oh heck care, was too tired so took a bath and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which was today, I felt like I was parading my new hair. My colleagues were all commenting on my hair such like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oei you try to act young huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wah damn funky leh…you look like 18 sia!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wah from Chinaman to Malaysian liao! Upgrade huh haha!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s this last comment that really irked me the whole day coz I been getting a lot of this stupid comments. And those were just from colleagues who were not really close to me. Imagine the agony if I have to face my kakis with my new hairstyle. And yah all my life I been trying to distance myself from being linked to ‘Singaporean’ issit? Now I’m jiu hu kia….what the hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not come out for at least 10 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111936311950773485?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111936311950773485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111936311950773485' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111936311950773485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111936311950773485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111884503936113598</id><published>2005-06-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:01:41.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed! Angry! DULANZZ!!!!</title><content type='html'>I nearly ended up in police station today. Very nearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I nearly killed someone today,someone who has been pissing me off bit by bit,and then all the anger inside me just build up day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is,until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really like to talk about my working life on my blog,coz I felt so tired even just thinking abt it when I'm supposed to relax at home or outside. I only hope for posting to overseas attachment,otherwise I won't stay there for one minute. And its not the workload that pissed me off. I actually enjoy learning the mechanism and stuffs. Its just the environment. And some of the people there,namely a guy called Omen (shall not use his real name here,just that it sounds almost the same.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omen,concidentally,used to be in the same unit(CMPB) as me but ORDed just before I was enlisted. Already heard of his erm...reputation thru my army pals and one year later we worked under the same company. At first he seemed like a nice guy,hardworking and chatty,just that I don't really appreciate his erm..kind of humour? Kevin and Desmond did not really like him back then but I was kinda more tolerant and so nothing happened...at least until a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it,I guess he doesn't have any idea how annoying he is to me but his actions are becoming more unbearable each working day. Don't really feel like mentioning all of them but today I just lose it. We were doing some packing and everyone's in a rush to get it done but he was just there standing and talking on his hp. Loudly too. I can't really stand the sight of that so I asked him to at least tal k outside the room so he won't be seen as a nuisance. Heard him grumble about something before leaving the room but then I was too busy to ask him. Mins later he came back and continued to talk with some other guys who had already finished their jobs. A word of advice for you: If you plan on backstabbing,make sure the person you are talking to is not a good friend of him. Don't wanna mention the contents but I just went up to him and demanded an explanation. Vulgarites then started thrashing out and I pushed him while he attempted to slap me but missed. I always hated people touching my face and although he missed,I kinda gone into berserk mode and swung my left hand at him. With a spanner in my hand which I totally forgot I was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fortunately(or not),he backed off and when I tried to hit him again colleagues around us stopped me. Both of us were then given a warning by our manager and we were made to shake hands,wtf. But what was weird was that after work I felt nothing,no sense of remorse,no anger...just felt tired and relieved my work's over. Don't really know how to explain but it seemed at that point when I was being stopped by my colleagues all the anger dissipated. Maybe its the fear I saw in his eyes during that point of time. Haha respect me from now on you male-bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111884503936113598?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111884503936113598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111884503936113598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111884503936113598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111884503936113598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/06/pissed-angry-dulanzz.html' title='Pissed! Angry! DULANZZ!!!!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111851012129658524</id><published>2005-06-12T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:15:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's more sober?</title><content type='html'>Never,ever agree to a drunkard's decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I experienced on Fri when I met up with my brothers Kev and Al for movies at Tampines,which is the only outing of my whole week coz others were either cancelled at the last minute or the guys just weren't interested in coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting for Al at the control station when I saw him walking towards me,or should I say,staggering. The sun wasn't even down n this asshole was already freaking high! Apparently he went to Berwerk's for a few pint and man,I hated the smell of stout more than any other drinks. Was kinda scared that he would go pick up some fight with some guys when we were on our way to buy the tickets. It happens when you are high and in p.m.s mood. Was feeling down but this guy seemed worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean,would you be when you are hanging out with a guy who anyhow cursed at other people who were just talking loudly among themselves,shouted "You go girl!" at the ticker seller auntie and looked ready to vomit into his yong tau foo when when we were having dinner? Man Al's witty when he's sober,but wait when he's high. He's more cornier and slower than Kev(Sorry)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were going to catch the movie "Hitchikers' Guide to How to Un-successfully Turn Bestseller Books to Blockbuster Movies". How's the movie you ask? The title said it all. Less than 20 people were watching the movie and just imagine this scene:&lt;br /&gt;The show ended and everyone's face was like "Huh?". The 3 of us seriously can't say if it sucks,rocks,or anywhere in the middle. Just go read the book. I didn't really read the book but jus browse through at MPH few weeks ago and I can tell you it looks kinda more detailed and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies I was already tired when the high guy wanted to watch another movie,Kungfu Mahjong which started around 9.30pm. We came out of the 1st show around 9.15pm. Dunno why but the two of us jus agreed. And in this 15 minutes we actually did these stuffs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Took the lift down for a puff&lt;br /&gt;2)Accompanied Al to some eatery and watched him wolf down nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;3)Took the lift back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendly usher uncle who tore our 1st movie's ticket studs saw us and obviously he was surprised but then he still managed that friendly smile and greeting. That's what I called professionalism man. Went into the same theatre again and came out more tired coz the show's freaking funny! You need to understand the basics of mahjong though to get most of the jokes but I say its more educational than the Andy Lau's mahjong flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,I'm fine now,for those who care,and so does Al. We both kinda had problems this week and were having p.m.s but everything's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long and thanks for all the care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111851012129658524?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111851012129658524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111851012129658524' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111851012129658524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111851012129658524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/06/whos-more-sober.html' title='Who&apos;s more sober?'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111694118651890686</id><published>2005-05-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:26:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts Pt 2</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I sometimes smoke not because I need it. But because I'm bored. Or free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up thinking about this matter all night(Well maybe for just 45 mins) before realising I must do something about it. And why would I suddenly thought about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having that stupid chest and heart pain again,just that it now occurs more often. Yes I mentioned about it in my previous blog,and that time I promised to start quitting smoking but...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm now going at it with a different approach. I'm going to start...cutting down on ciggies. Well better than start quitting straight away coz &lt;br /&gt;a)We all know 99% of it never works unless your fingers get chopped off,which by then                      you will start to learn to hold the ciggie by your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)Doctors say its more harmful to stop smoking suddenly than to smoke regularly.Ironic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during my 45 mins of analysis,I started to think how many times I smoked during a normal weekday when I'm supposed to work. With all details aside I roughly smoked 9 ciggies. They say 1 ciggie - 5 mins of ma life(Never mention what type of ciggie though..) so its 45 mins of my life gone. And I spent 45 mins last night trying to save myself. What's more interesting's the number of times I went for smoke breaks jus becoz I'm 1)Eating snake  2)Bored  3)Damn free. Probably like 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever thought about it? I'm sure most of you smokers didn't realise but you actually smoke more than you need(Ya twit like we actually need 78,000 harmful chemicals inside our bodies ever). So I made a decision last night to only smoke when my body's calling for it,not my MIND. Today should be considered a success coz I only smoked 4. Saving 1 last stick for later as I can't sleep without a good puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might not know when this is going to last coz I do have the mind of Anakin(W.E.A.K). Hope all smokers who tried and failed to quit smoking (Casualties: Al,Benny,Sue,Ah Tat,Denise,Ah Kiat,etc...the list goes on and on) succeed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111694118651890686?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111694118651890686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111694118651890686' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111694118651890686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111694118651890686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-thoughts-pt-2.html' title='Random Thoughts Pt 2'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111652283081628104</id><published>2005-05-20T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:13:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May 19th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day she left Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe 7 days just flew by so quickly. Seems like seconds. We practially spend every minute together except for Monday and Tuesday coz I can't take so many off days. Its quite tiring bringing her to places around Singaporw like Sentosa, Newton, Orchard,Bugis,Boat Quay,Suntec,Esplanade...its so damn tiring but then seriously the expression of joy and curiousity on her face when I showed her the side of Singapore just made my heart warm. I guess its the naivety in her that attracted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's gone,and everything suddenly become so quiet. I'm now alone in my room,feeling so weird. On other days I will gladly accept this as I'm the kind of guy who needs quite a lot of private space. During her stay here I wondered to myself: Do I love her that much? Or am I just doing my responsibility as her boyfriend? That answer appeared to me right after she entered the Departure Hall. I cried when I got to the train after calling her to hear her voice. Loneliness some might say,but I'm sure that's not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually just before and during her stay here in Singapore I received a lot of flak from my friends. Sue,Benny were among some of my closest pals who asked me to wake up. Many others also asked if I just wanna have a good time. On the other hand I also have many friends like Germaine,Michelle,Des,Agnes who supported me,asking me not to care about how others feel,judging my own opinion. To everyone of you I really thank you for what you did for me coz I know its for my own good. But as time goes by and criticism gets stronger it somehow break me down. I always thought I won't need others' approval but this epsiode proves otherwise. For those who judge her or my reason in this relationship without giving it a second thought I give you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;FUCK YOU ALL&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew feeling much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111652283081628104?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111652283081628104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111652283081628104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111652283081628104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111652283081628104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-19th.html' title=''/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111564805259006464</id><published>2005-05-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:17:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All are Blood SuckerS!!</title><content type='html'>First of all I'm so damn pissed with my family and the M1 company. I been back from China for 2 weeks time and I haven't received any bills or letters at all. Hmm they must have delayed my bills,or so I thought. Well that's a naive thinking coz I suddenly remember my family has this 'mailboxaphobia' which they think there's something bitey in our mailbox. And red letters. My family just have this funny habit of paying bills at the last minute,and I think I kinda caught on to the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just went down to open my mailbox with a heavy heart. And I was right. The moment I opened all the mails,junks,mags just dropped onto the floor, leaving a NS guy (ORD lor!) who was opening his mailbox giving me an amused look. I cursed sliently and picked up the pieces and spent 5mins downstairs sorting out who's and who's mail. Imagine seeing both my April and May issue of SCV magazine just made me boil. As I was smoking and sorting the mails downstairs I saw all my bills were in red. Thinking I probably need to pay $200-300+ for my bills since I didn't use my hp during the time in China I casually opened them up.&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;Yup that's probably the time taken for me to breathe out when reading them. Or more. $600+ in total for both Singtel(Internet) &amp; M1??!!! I cursed and sweared and&lt;br /&gt;nearly crushed my new box of ciggerates in disgust. That just ain't right! I dunno how to explain but I know that's not. I'm bloodly hell gonna complain to everyone from&lt;br /&gt;my workplace canteen auntie to my RC chairman! Especially disgusted with the M1 company. Why can't they be like Starhub and introduce suspension of line when people are out overseas??! They sure gonna lose another customer when my contract ends. To think this is how you treat your loyal customers.....ARGHZZZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew....on a lighter note,met up with my best friend cum darling Germaine at Orchard on Saturday which she treated me dinner at Marche's. Must say she's getting more prettier.&lt;br /&gt;"Yue Cheng Shou Yue Mei Li"! Normally we would meet up at Tampines once a month or two and its always dinner then a quick update about each other's well being before going home,which was like only 2 hours. Kind of in a rush...Sat's more fun,as we had more time and after dinner we just walked around at Far East while waiting for her boyfriend to come. I was then unwittingly being tricked to buying a pendant in the shape of 'G' for her since it represents her name. I say it more like represents greedy. Another blood sucker haha. Saw Erin while shopping and both girls thought the other one's my girlfriend. Sighzz girls. Hey Erin if you are reading this,I suggest you go and tan more. You look more sexy when you are dark. Yummy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/P1010001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/P1010001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day. Muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/P1010005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/P1010005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear darling Germaine!!Chio huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111564805259006464?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111564805259006464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111564805259006464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111564805259006464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111564805259006464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-are-blood-suckers.html' title='All are Blood SuckerS!!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111522477717195698</id><published>2005-05-05T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:36:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of relationship and...Hyena?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever seem so sure of your feelings and thoughts over dealing with certain matters and when it occurs you just can't or won't do it the way you wanted to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have,2 days ago in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Patty aka Hyena(tell you why later),Agnes dear and Kev at Tampines for dinner and was glad they came all the way down from Bishan just to meet us(esp Pat,who's dying to meet me,according to Agnes haha). After dinner we decided to walk walk a bit when I saw Her. With her supposingly boyfriend(They didn't hold hands but I guess I trust the 2 gals' deduction). She and I were both taken back when we saw each other and obviously we don't know how to react. Hyena even said I erm...acted weirdly haha. All we managed to do was to say or should I say whisper a slight 'hi' and walked our seperate ways. And the irony was that we were talking thru msn a few days ago and we kinda cleared whatever things that happened after our break up so I even feel great and relieved that some of the answers that I had pondered for like eight months finally arrived. We even promised to meet up sometime in the future but then I guessed from both our reactions that seems tough. But I wasn't upset,jealous or angry she's with someone new. I don't feel anything. Just that seeing her with her boyfriend made me think back to the past,which I always thought I got over it,but in the end I still remembered every single details. Maybe I just miss the company and times we had,but I definitely don't miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Hyena and gang,who were like being good,nasty and the neutral to me. Obviously Agnes's the good person while Kev's the neutral guy. Before I commented on the nasty one here's some pics of them for you to 'analyse' first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/CIMG1244.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/CIMG1244.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking anywhere honest,jus wana show a bored look but then pics do deceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/CIMG1245.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/CIMG1245.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet?Pretty?Ya......*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Posted by &lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sensible people can judge from the photos on who's the angel and who's the devil,but just in case I'll just introduce them. Agnes's the long hair girl standing behind while Pat's the one wearing specs. Both are chio bu rite? Agnes's like so gentle,polite and caring towards friends. And who won't treat such a girl with respect and friendliness? Pat jus have to assume I'm using Agnes to piss her off coz I always ignore her but pls la Pat,learn a bit from Agnes can or not?As for Pat,I have to admit,she's an attractive girl but then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NEVER EEEEVVVVEEEERRR BEEN SO IRRITATED BY A GIRL BEFORE IN MY WHOLE LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the time spent quarrelling with her's probably the time I spent quarrelling in my WHOLE life!! The first time I saw her I was like "hmm ok better treat her nicely since she's pretty &amp; seems nice."(Men's weakness) but as time goes by she began to irritate me more and more. So san ba haha. Then what was more shocking was her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say if its a laughter coz it sounds like a cross between laughing,crying and hiccuping(Hyena). Sorry Pat I just have to say this: I think your laughter really hits the most sensitive part of my nerve system coz its like the sound of nails scratching the blackboard...yeee ouucchh. But overall Pat's really a nice girl,full of enthusiasum and on the same wavelength as us. Nice being friends with you!&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;At least until you return me my Da Vinci Code you bo geh. Oh and check out the meaning of hyena in your dict even if you know haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111522477717195698?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111522477717195698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111522477717195698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111522477717195698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111522477717195698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-relationship-andhyena.html' title='Of relationship and...Hyena?'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111502385597599707</id><published>2005-05-02T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:07:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past few days seems to past by rather quickly,although it seems like I had done a lot of stuffs. Check out the stuffs I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - Met Agnes &amp; Kev. Pat was supposed to come too but guess she kinda trapped in between friends and love. That indecisive girl,its partly becoz of you that I decided to meet up at Bishan coz Agnes said you can make it! Have to think twice about meeting up with you next time. But meeting up with Agnes was good enough,which I had one hour spending time with her alone since I asked Kevin to walk around himself while we were having dinner as there's no seats for him. Gentle &amp; sweet girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - Pc resurrected! Well actually still need to change my graphic card and maybe my casing coz they can't support my requirement.Nice of my old pal Jinda to go and buy,fix and bring the pc back to my house! Here's how much I spent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherboard + processor(P4,3Gb) + RAM(512Mb) --&gt; $570&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner treat at Mac --&gt; $8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service fee(Hey old pals doesn't mean free ok?) --&gt; $30 (haha dirt cheap if you think of the service he provided)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to surf net,dl stuffs,sort my photos in my house anytime --&gt; Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later met up with the usual three for our monthly billiard tournament. Brought my own cue and while I think that I played quite well that night,the night ended with Ah Tat winning the tournament again. Well there's still next month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - Wanted to work for half day but woke up at 10am. Met up with Xinyi at Orchard who as expected was late again(very late in fact) and she offered to treat me dinner at Billy Bombers'. Was full and satisfied after the meal and was picking my tooth when she called for bill and took out a $1k cash. I nearly swallowed my toothpick. As expected the guys didn't have the change so I paid instead. I'm not concerned about the bill my dear,but you really expected them to have changes for your $1k?? Before that I was even suggesting going to Long John,but...lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to meet up with my old army pals Al,Minhan and Desmond. Was deciding where to go when Al suggested playing mahjong. Great idea although Desmond didn't seem too keen about it and well,he should stick firmly to his decision coz he lost the most that night,with Minhan who had the beginner's luck the big winner. It's just hilarious looking at Minhan's expression when he didn't dare talk to Desmond coz he got so fed up with losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - reached home around 8.30am and gosh..I couldn't sleep. At most I only slept for like 3-4hrs and the rest of the day I was like totally clueless about what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup and that's how I spent my weekend,seems so full of activities but I'm like "gosh there's still so much stuffs to do". And Denise IF you happen to be so free to read up here can you call me?I just can't reach you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111502385597599707?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111502385597599707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111502385597599707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111502385597599707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111502385597599707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/05/these-past-few-days-seems-to-past-by.html' title=''/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111490885663166362</id><published>2005-05-01T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T08:54:16.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/CIMG0982.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/CIMG0982.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111490885663166362?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111490885663166362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111490885663166362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111490885663166362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111490885663166362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-hell-am-i-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111479553248154268</id><published>2005-04-30T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:25:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late late replies....</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm back...ok I'm back since April 19th but then my stupid pc finally decided to end its four years of service without waiting for me to say my last words...*sob*...all my documents,songs,pictures and my collection(close friends should know) are gone just like that!Freaking pissed off!Luckily Wein decided to come back from Brunei just in time and finally my pc problems were solved. Really many thanks to him and all the others whom I approached,and to some who may think that I'm kinda fake when approaching them,I like to say apologise coz during that time my pc will auto-restart any moment. So maybe some sentences were left unsaid and my pc will restart so many times I would just switch off and go to bed. Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K man too tired and busy to write anything. Will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111479553248154268?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111479553248154268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111479553248154268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111479553248154268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111479553248154268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/04/late-late-replies.html' title='Late late replies....'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-111029424239105058</id><published>2005-03-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:04:02.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>Yup that's right! Going on a 3-week working trip to Wuxi,China this coming Saturday. Whatsmore with Desmond,who should provide good company and few laughs during my stay there. Actually a bit surprised that they will send me there,coz I'm only been in the company for like 3 months. But with all the old birdies leaving the company bcoz of no year end bonus,I guess its time for me to take over the reins and be the lao jiao(supposingly there's no better company around). But actually I'm still a bit anxious of last min cancellation,so pray for me guys. Anyone who wanna get anything from there just msg me. Oh yah,I WILL smuggle in China ciggies for you Kevin,since you said you will chop off ur wee-wee if I did that. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far all my friends and close colleagues have been quite happy for my trip. Although I should be feeling happy and anxious now,I suddenly feel so lonely and helpless now while typing all this. Suddenly realise there's no special someone for me to tell about my trip. You know,like spending the last few days together and asking each other to take care or something. Now its like just telling all my close friends and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm getting mushy and sounding vulnerable too,but I just wanna mention that I don't need any special someone in my life right now. Really been so busy that just balancing my work and friends is a chore. Maybe its bcoz of Al's blog that makes me feel this way. So to anyone who only know about my trip through my blog I sincerely apologised for not informing you guys coz I don't wana make a big fuss about it. Anyway for all ladies like Germaine,Janice,Denise etc I will need to meet up with you all after I come back,coz 3 weeks working with all my male colleagues really just doesn't sum up my fantasy overseas working trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I can hook up some China babes there haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111029424239105058?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111029424239105058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111029424239105058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111029424239105058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111029424239105058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/03/china-here-i-come.html' title='China Here I Come!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8572102.post-111010348601653214</id><published>2005-03-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T18:04:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stickin' to your principles &amp; beliefs</title><content type='html'>I hate computer viruses.&lt;br /&gt;No wait,I hate the people who created them.&lt;br /&gt;Muthafuckers.&lt;br /&gt;These fuckers surely have nothing to do aren't they. Ya hackers are not cool. During the past week I probably learnt about more names of viruses than I had in my whole lifetime. Trojan,Sasser,Backdoor simi lan simi lan. Whatever you named it,I probably HAVE it in my pc,which probably auto-restarted around...76 times now. But thanks to Agnes again(I know I sound like a recording machine) who helped me ask around for the cure to my problemS. Nice girl,ready to help even though we only met each other once. Oh yeah if anyone of you wana know the SG Idiot Steven Lim pls let me know. Agnes can't wait to intro new fans to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just caught up with a not-so-old friend who enthusiastically related to me about his new lifestyle,which's kinda weird coz during the time when we were closer he will never do such things. Now let's call him X. X,me and 2 other guys used to be quite close,watching movies,gathering for coffee and stuffs like that. Now the three of us would like to do stuffs which,erm,doesn't suit X's taste and he will reject our offer when we asked him along. We will then procced to taunt,chide,and made him pissed off. I dunno why we did that but I guess its just boredom or we just enjoy watching him pissed off. As time went by we slowly noticed that he wasn't just gutless to do our stuffs but he's sticking to his main principles,or beliefs. While we were still taunting him(Yes it goes a long time) I guessed deep down we knew that we wouldn't want him to join us too,coz that will be forcing him to betray his principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now somehow,when we were all seperated and seldom keeping in touch,he has suddenly turned into some other guy,doing things that his conscience and beliefs won't allow him to. And that's with his new friends,not us. I do feel that I lost certain respect as a friend for him coz I felt that a person is worth admiring if he keep to his principles at all times,resisting any temptations. I won't wanna say as if I'm the ultimate good guy here,for I do betray myself at times. But its that ONE and ONLY principles that you won't want to break,and to me X has broken his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what I have said,I guessed its pretty obviously whom I'm talking about. So X,pls don't feel offended. Its just my personal opinion. If you are just going to try out just for fun,then pls do reconsider what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man I sound like some old man in the movies whose role's just to give out some golden-but-heard-hundred-times-before advice,then die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-111010348601653214?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/111010348601653214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=111010348601653214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111010348601653214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/111010348601653214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/03/stickin-to-your-principles-beliefs.html' title='Stickin&apos; to your principles &amp; beliefs'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110944240577291308</id><published>2005-02-27T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T02:28:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Casino,Ciggies and Bus fare</title><content type='html'>$11 for Malboro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$9.60 for Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I was thinking of just going to the nearest 7-11 and ask for cigars. You know,those cheap sub-standard types but which probably cost less and able to last longer than 20 sticks. Is it just me or that the Gah-ver-men kinda push up the price pretty quick over this past 2 yrs. $6.50 for a pack doesn't seem so long ago lor. Now I have to live with smoking weird,cheap and sometimes disgusting ciggies brands in order to smoke another day. Fuck. Now Malboro's like the top grade shark fin in my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder sometimes if its any conspiracy out there but I do see a link between the much-talked about Casino opening,ciggies and bus fares. They probably had made the decision of opening the Casino anyway and probably need cash for the construction and so just raised 20% of the prices. In the meantime while smokers complained they decided to be 'generous' and introduced some new bus fare scheme which supposingly will reduce 10-20cents of the original fares. Hmm may bluff their way through the majority but not me.(Then again I still have to rely on public transport.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Casino issue. Read that they recently welcomed Singaporeans from all walks of life to voice out their thoughts about the opening of the Casino thru sms or email. Nothing wrong but get this; 2 people will be selected from them and guess what? They will be invited to Genting Highlands in an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL EXPENSE PAID TRIP&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GURMIT SINGH&lt;/span&gt; and when they come back they can share their thoughts of opening a Casino in Singapore on CNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this I was utterly confused. They made it sound like a prize but at the same time it seems there's a catch. Granted that its an all expense paid trip but I don't think it includes the cash you spend in the Casino. And what's Gurmit going there for? Come back still have to share their thoughts? Pls la 95% of people in my social circle has been to Genting or Batam or Macau casinos. Who would wanna watch,under-aged teenagers so as to encourage them to try out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I sound a bit agitated,but then closer friends will know why I have a love-hate affair with gambling. I do gamble but I really hate it when people gamble without their limits or their brains,which is in the case of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why I babbled out all this. Maybe its becoz of those cheap and disgusting ciggies that I'm smoking currently which causes these weird thoughts. Oh by the way Devils Bar on Thursday's not very fun. Weirdest mix of club music I have ever heard.Trance and Hip-Hop? But thanks for signing me in Jan,you look sexy in that bare back. Short but sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110944240577291308?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110944240577291308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110944240577291308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110944240577291308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110944240577291308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/02/of-casinociggies-and-bus-fare.html' title='Of Casino,Ciggies and Bus fare'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8572102.post-110876632326588513</id><published>2005-02-19T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T06:38:43.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dog named Jacky</title><content type='html'>6.32 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not having insomina,but then I just came back from my first night shift work. Supposed to work till 8am but my colleagues can't really stand the growling sound coming from my stomach and begged me to go. Ya its fun,tiring (and hungry) but fun,without all the supervision and able to smoke whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,there's been a guard dog prowling in my company after 11pm where the stupid security guards will unleash it so that they themselves can relax and masturbate each other in the guard room while the dog do their job. Its rumoured that it bite hard at whoever and just now I just witnessed it. Normally it will just bark at us whenever we walked past it but it just followed us today. We were then waiting for the security guard to open the main gate when the dog came from behind and sniffed at Desmond. No harm,dogs always do that,I thought. Well I thought wrong. It just snapped at my friend's leg and luckily for my friend he reacted quickly and just managed to escape with superficial cuts. Now the stupid bitch was facing me and I'm just standing in front of the locked gate. I was thinking whether to climb over the gate but that might seem stupid and would attract the dog's attention more. So I just accepted my fate while putting my hands over my balls and was starting to pray when the security guard called out its name. Might not seem funny to some of you guys but then to have the same name of an annoying and childish numbskull meant a lot to me and Desmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know what I'm blabbing about now,after the porridge my dad bought made me more sleepy. But hey just one last thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Kevin if you are reading this on Sat I just want to let you know that me and Zack ain't pissed off that you are prepared to pangseh our bbq outing to hang out with a gal. After all the bbq wasn't confirmed and 5 guys under a Sengkang HDB flat bbqing just doesn't sound that fun. In fact we are happy for you man. Really.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You friggin' asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110876632326588513?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110876632326588513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110876632326588513' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110876632326588513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110876632326588513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/02/dog-named-jacky.html' title='A dog named Jacky'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110865900133922516</id><published>2005-02-18T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:50:01.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some useful info</title><content type='html'>Been a long time since I last updated...frankly I'm now a bit lazy to write blogs and somemore not much excitement in my life too. Anyway just some information that I got from Amy in Friendster bulletin board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific&lt;br /&gt;tests&lt;br /&gt;find&lt;br /&gt;that when women make love they produce&lt;br /&gt;amounts of the hormone estrogen, which&lt;br /&gt;makes&lt;br /&gt;hair shine and skin smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;chances of suffering&lt;br /&gt;dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;sweat&lt;br /&gt;produced cleanses the pores and makes&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;skin glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;piled on during that romantic dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sex is one of the safest sports you can&lt;br /&gt;take&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;It stretches and tones up just about every&lt;br /&gt;muscle&lt;br /&gt;in the body. It's more enjoyable than&lt;br /&gt;swimming 20&lt;br /&gt;laps, and you don't need special sneakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sex is an instant cure for mild&lt;br /&gt;depression.&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;releases endorphins into the bloodstream,&lt;br /&gt;producing a sense of&lt;br /&gt;euphoria and leaving you with a feeling&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;well-&lt;br /&gt;being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The more sex you have, the more you&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;offered. The sexually active body gives off&lt;br /&gt;greater&lt;br /&gt;quantities of chemicals called&lt;br /&gt;pheromones.&lt;br /&gt;These&lt;br /&gt;subtle sex perfumes drive the&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sex is the safest tranquilizer in the&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS&lt;br /&gt;10 TIMES MORE&lt;br /&gt;EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing encourages saliva to wash food&lt;br /&gt;from the&lt;br /&gt;teeth and&lt;br /&gt;lowers the level of the acid that causes&lt;br /&gt;decay,&lt;br /&gt;preventing plaque build-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sex actually relieves headaches. A&lt;br /&gt;lovemaking&lt;br /&gt;session can release the tension that&lt;br /&gt;restricts&lt;br /&gt;blood vessels in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a&lt;br /&gt;stuffy&lt;br /&gt;nose.&lt;br /&gt;Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help&lt;br /&gt;combat&lt;br /&gt;asthma and hay fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool...but actually 10 reasons seems too little. I can rattle on a dozen more if I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110865900133922516?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110865900133922516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110865900133922516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110865900133922516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110865900133922516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-useful-info.html' title='Some useful info'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110762374940200050</id><published>2005-02-06T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:15:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Day!!!</title><content type='html'>$3148.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the white screen for a full five secs,before realising the young lady queuing behind me was wondering why had I not pressed any buttons yet on the ATM machine. My pay was over $1.7k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have my bank account reached to such amount. Well once when it hitted over $4k but then it was part of my mum's saving plan for me and I splurged it all in just a matter of few months once I persuaded her to get me a card(And that was a few years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank,this amount of money was all what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age twenty-four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of my friends might not have that amount or worse,zilch in their bank account but no offence guys,I'm just pissed off with myself for not saving and spending on erm...stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm so shocked was because I got more than what I expected for my first full pay. I mean,I sure worked a lot of hours but then I thought I would only get $1.5k,more or less. I didn't bother to keep track of the number of OT hours I did,so in a way I can say ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one bad habit. I started to think of what to buy,and before I knew it,I already spent on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kungfu Hustle             : $9.90&lt;br /&gt;Royal Rumble Vcd          : $12.90&lt;br /&gt;Nokia Handset (finally!)  : $22.00&lt;br /&gt;New book by Jared Diamond : $32.99&lt;br /&gt;4 S'Pools tickets         : $20.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...over $80 of pure impulse. Pure madness there you might say but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike S'Pools ticket on an EPL match   : Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there's a price actually,but I'm not going to say which match or how much,just to say its more than enough to cover my expenditure mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand back,its the year of the Rooster. And its my year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110762374940200050?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110762374940200050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110762374940200050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110762374940200050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110762374940200050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/02/pay-day.html' title='Pay Day!!!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110718502929940869</id><published>2005-02-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:52:31.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>I walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;The only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah, Ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110718502929940869?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110718502929940869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110718502929940869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110718502929940869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110718502929940869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/02/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110675366947211414</id><published>2005-01-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:36:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>Desperate Housewives rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I haven't heard of the raving reviews about this latest show in town and I only watched it coz I did not have to wake up early the next day. But was reading the newpaper that night and was browsing through the TV time slot section when the title alone captured me and prompted me to sacrifice my PS2 time and its definitely worth it! Okay,the first episode's not that thrilling but with actresses like Teri Hatcher whom I used to loathe during her Lois Lane days now becoming one sexy hot mama it certainly ignite my MILF fanasties all over again. For those who still prefer young,pretty or cute girls like S.H.E or Jolin or Arvil,get over it. Mature women(especially hot mamas) are the best.(Waslyn certainly lives up as one of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say more concerning one of my friend's aunt whose considered as one of the candidates but I realised if I said more people will probably accuse me of blogging the same style as the stupid dick chan bloggy. And that is the other thing I want people(you know who you are) to comment. And that's partly the reason why I changed my blog template coz my original template was what dick is using now. But anyway if you are curious you can just go Friendster and search the name Sabrina aged 32-35 and tell me what do you think. I will appreciate no disturbance towards her as she's a decent lady...hot but decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now time to vent a bit of fustration...(Deep breath)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIOUF YOU ARE A FUCKING DICKLESS SHITHEAD!! YOU PROBABLY CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT OTHER THAN JUST DIVE,CHEAT,SPIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that fucker watches wrestling and live by Eddie Guerreo's motto of "Lying,Cheating,Stealing". Or make that "Diving,Cheating,Spitting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110675366947211414?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110675366947211414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110675366947211414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110675366947211414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110675366947211414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/01/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110649352643191390</id><published>2005-01-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T23:18:46.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>Talk about having a bad timing. Been wanting to smoke in my room for half an hour but wanted to finish watching my Naruto anime first and have a puff when barely 3 puffs my bro came barging in and caught me. Although he already know I smoked but I just don't like the idea of him seeing me smoking. Luckily he hated people who smoke and I really appreciate him for encouraging me to quit but any seasoned smoker will tell you that's a tough job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally have some spare time to meet up with old pals like Benny,Germaine and Alphonsus recently,as I am now attached to Seagate for a few days. Although I still have to work this weekend there's no supervisor to watch us and we can clock our work till 10pm when we can leave around evening. Hmm can't wait to get my first full pay and splurge on new clothes and shoes. Although I think I will be forced to work probably everyday until I leave this shithole I promised myself I WILL go shopping with Al this coming Sunday,so pray for me. Speaking of Al,of all the 3 whom I met up it seems like he changed the most. Suddenly become erm..I dunno..sensible? Haha still have the conversation we had in my head bro,dunno why. And sorry I can't play billiard coz its already 11pm and my body automatically shut down before 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past couple of days has been quite good,working at Seagate and won't have to until 8 or 10pm. Only one thing sucks and that's its the bus journey. I have to take bus 88. I know it sounds a bit silly but it reminds me of the time when I took this bus to Shirlene's house. Always have to close my eyes when the bus passed her area but at the same time memories just come flooding in. Can't say I really miss her but seriously,spending time with her has been one of the best things that happened to me. Arghh hope she won't be reading this or else God knows what she will think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighzz guess I need another puff again. Just hope no one comes barging in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110649352643191390?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110649352643191390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110649352643191390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110649352643191390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110649352643191390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/01/memories.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110572365381498963</id><published>2005-01-15T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T01:27:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shag,shag,shag!!</title><content type='html'>No I'm not being horny here. Its finally friday and never in my life have I so anxiously hope for the working week to end. Before I continue I just want to let you guys know that for the next few weeks this blog will probably become my fustrating tool for my job,so for people who can't stand what I'm about to write pls stop reading here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. We are supposed to have our company's D&amp;D on Sat(which is tml) and here they are asking us to work until 3pm tml so that "we have time to prepare ourself". I'm actually posted to do stocktaking with Kev and Jayven,which is so not our job scope. It's been a week since we do stocktaking and I already kinda took my job a tad too serious,for I actually put my stuffs in my room properly and the only thing I didn't do is to put labels on every thing so I know where is what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does my work life bore you? Ok,let's talk about my life outside work...hmm...after work I went home to watch tv then play a bit of my games and hit the sack. Yesh I have no life! I already don't have much life before I started work there and now its even worse! What can you do when you already work for 12hrs a day beside resting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing to mention. I might be going Bangkok with Ah tat and this time I'm serious about it. Taiwan or Hongkong are currently out of my target and Bintan's hotels are expensive(damn broke). Hope next few weeks turn out fine for me and hope to meet up with people like Alp,Shirlene,Zack,Andy and etc. Btw Robin's supposed to ask all the NCS guys to meet up for drinks and com'on will someone remind him? School's reopening soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110572365381498963?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110572365381498963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110572365381498963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110572365381498963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110572365381498963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/01/shagshagshag.html' title='Shag,shag,shag!!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110512124684264184</id><published>2005-01-08T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T02:07:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>Its nice to have back-to-back cash transfering into my account for these past few weeks. Andy has finally returned the last $30 to me which he owned me for about half a year ago,and together with my ERS and my pay coming in today its good to see a four figure sum in my account. Yes I'm that poor and I haven't been able to save much although I'm already 23. My new job has been going on well,but I'm not really sure about next week coz for the past 2 weeks or so I have been under the so-called 'training' with Kevin and Jayven,who's Ah Tat's friend and our fellow poly-mate. We were under a supervisor called Roy,who's Malaysian and boy,he really cracks us up! Fun to work with him but then I feel that I don't really learn much from him. We have been dealing with these stupid machines that's basically used to check on hard disks and 2 weeks under him I still didn't know what are the PCB boards and all the wires are for until yesterday when a malay guy who worked with us explained to me what's what in just 30 minutes. Talk about training period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes another dilemma. The 5 of us(Kev,Ah Tat,Jayven,me and another guy called Desmond) has kinda formed a clique and I really enjoyed the company. Some of them have already expressed their wish to look for greener pastures as really,working here is a pain. Somemore next week onwards we might be transferred to another department which required us to work everyday! The thought of that really shudder my balls. On one hand I can't really bear to see the guys leaving as they are the source of my only entertainment in that stupid banga-infested environment. What's more I do think a month of experience in my resume doesn't look fantastic. On the other hand I can't be working 8am to 10pm every day??!!Sighzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw someone I know works in the same company with me. Let's play the guessing game shall we?(Only those who served NS with me will know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)He's fat&lt;br /&gt;2)Works same department with me&lt;br /&gt;3)Looks like "I not stupid" kid&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;Yesh it's none other than the infamous 'Nagger' Lau Wai Loon!! The one who cried at the slightest thing, the one who bangs his head(this is real classic),and the one who nags so much you wish you can take out your balls and put them inside your ears to stop hearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that stupid kid. For those curious I will try to bring my camera to work and take a picture of him and you guys can figure out if he can be the stunt double for the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,as I was telling Kevin,I was supposed to wake up early to buy paint and re-furnish my room with light blue. So damn sick of the colour in my room. Look so...stale. No wonder keep losing money in 2004. But after waking up late and some discouragments from my mum I decided to erm...shelve the project for the time being. Any girls wanna help me paint my room?Lunch and drinks provided! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110512124684264184?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110512124684264184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110512124684264184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110512124684264184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110512124684264184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts....'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110475893134242540</id><published>2005-01-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T21:28:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Online....again!</title><content type='html'>Actually it should be meant at I'm finally writing my blog now. People have been asking me if I gave up on my blog but nonono...I'm just too freaking busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to recap...think I haven't update for around 20+ days? Not much really happened during this period but then just to mention....I found another job! It's a technician job at Changi North and the company is named Norelco. Working with my current buddies Ah Tat and Kevin and after working about a week or so I guess I kinda get used to the hectic life down there. Have to work OT almost everyday and 12 to 14 hours per day is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to write for now...my mind's a blank. Anyway just a note for my brother Alphonsus and for those who read both mine and his blog: Stop making stupid resolutions and since the time when I started my puberty I realised resolutions are just self-comforting thoughts that make you feel like a better man than last year! And I sincerely hope what you said in one of your resolutions actually worked out coz I'm totally sick of being a walking ATM(Just a joke bro,I just feel like I'm the Devil's Advocate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,do you know that you can donate through your POSB ATMs for the Tsunami disaster? I kinda forgot how to but hey if anyone knows pls teach me ok?Don't say you no $$ coz got ERS!(Except for my poor Minhan haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for a good year ahead in 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110475893134242540?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110475893134242540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110475893134242540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110475893134242540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110475893134242540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2005/01/finally-onlineagain.html' title='Finally Online....again!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110291613970075340</id><published>2004-12-13T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T13:35:39.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eng Kee's B'day!</title><content type='html'>Yup,One of the B.O.B members' b'day and we are invited to Leon(Master Lee)'s country club for a ktv treat. The place's above Fort Canning and if I'm not wrong the name's Fort Canning Country Club(so original!). Had a hard time climbing the stupid stairs up to the country club   and the first thing on my mind when I saw the exteriors of the club was that it looks...crappy. The walls looked old,algae-filled fountains which obivously don't function for some time and...it just doesn't really look like a country club. My mood changed for the better when we were inside the lounge. There were the ktv rooms,snooker and pool tables and a cute Filipino waitress. The only sad thing was that Cindy's the only female around and she's with her guy,Jinghong, so that kinda takes away the fun. Don't get me wrong but its always good to go ktv with female friends rather than all-guys outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were there singing all the way but my mind keep thinking about the mahjong room. Can't believe the urge I'm having was so overwhelming. Master Lee did suggest but then we both thought it wasn't nice to be seperated from the group. After all it's a birthday gathering. Al then msged me that he wasn't coming and I thought my night's going to end normally until my other brother Teng came. All hell broke loose. Before that we were all singing in the ktv room. After he came they went drinking,play billiards, and best of all,mahjong. So in the end the group was seperated and I got my wish fulfilled haha. No offence to my other B.O.Bs but only Al and Teng can make my day have that extra slice of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ktv we decided to go for supper. Supposed to go to Jalan Kayu where Minhan and I thought it'll be cheaper to go home from there but then Eng Kee suddenly suggested to go Geylang. Man I had already been there for twice this week! But then when there were 6 guys in a van going for supper around 1am and at least 3 of us have been talking about sex since evening,ideas like these weren't surprising. But the general idea was just to finish our supper and then strolled around to "feast" our eyes but just then it rained. Hmm at least the rain managed to cool some of us down,extinquishing the "fire of passion" haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110291613970075340?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110291613970075340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110291613970075340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110291613970075340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110291613970075340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/12/eng-kees-bday.html' title='Eng Kee&apos;s B&apos;day!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110266202850062010</id><published>2004-12-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T15:00:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermillion - by Slipknot</title><content type='html'>She seems dressed in all the rings&lt;br /&gt;Of past fatalaties&lt;br /&gt;So fragile yet so devious&lt;br /&gt;She continues to see it&lt;br /&gt;Climatic hands that press&lt;br /&gt;Her temples and my chest&lt;br /&gt;Enter the night that she came home&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything and more&lt;br /&gt;The solemn hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;My Dahlia bathed in posession&lt;br /&gt;She is home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get neverous, perversed when I see her to worse&lt;br /&gt;But the stress is astounding&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never she's coming home&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say what caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;Fixed And crazy, Aphid Attraction&lt;br /&gt;Carve my name in my face, to recognize&lt;br /&gt;Such a pheromone cult to terrorize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a slave, and I am a master&lt;br /&gt;No restraints and, unchecked collectors&lt;br /&gt;I exist through my need, to self ablige&lt;br /&gt;She is something in me, that I despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I won't let this build up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE ISN'T REAL!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!&lt;br /&gt;SHE ISN'T REAL!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She isn't real, I can't make her real)&lt;br /&gt;(She isn't real, I can't make her real)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110266202850062010?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110266202850062010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110266202850062010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110266202850062010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110266202850062010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/12/vermillion-by-slipknot.html' title='Vermillion - by Slipknot'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110252233679914940</id><published>2004-12-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T00:12:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Feast!</title><content type='html'>Met up with Denise today at Orchard and we went for coffee at n.y.d.c,a newly open erm...open air coffeehouse at the Hereens. Already had one bad experience with this brand at Suntec a few weeks ago if I'm not wrong,as the one which I ordered(can't remember what I order) tasted sucky. Anyway this time was not too bad,and we just sat there talking for a few hours. Been a long time since I really talked to Denise and I can't say we will have another of our 201 or pavilion outing with the other guys for a long time to come as everyone's now busy with their work/studies...God why am I feeling melancholy again?After that we walked aimlessly around Orchard till we reached Far East and bought 'jambu' and guava. Why do ppl like 'jambu'?I won't say its disgusting but it just doesn't taste right to me...Yuckz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I travelled back to Tampines to meet my poly friends from Year 1,mainly Randy,Jeff,Calvin and Kenneth. The 5 of us were quite close during our 1st year but since then we seperated becoz we took different courses(and becoz I had lousy grades haha) and since then I had little chance to meet up with them. Anyway 5 of us were eating at Pastamania in Tampines Mall and if you guys noticed that place is kind of crampy. So imagine 5 guys jostling while ppl were trying to get out and eating at the same time is quite a hilarious sight. It was after dinner when I decided to call it a day coz I haven't been sleeping well when Calvin suggested to go Geylang for durians. My eyes flashed. Durians at Geylang! What can be better than that after dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went,taking cabs,and probably reached around 8.30pm. It was kinda crowded for I guessed it's the perfect weather to eat durians. We then found ourselves seats and if I'm not wrong we ordered 15 durians. It was kinda atmospheric and,ahem,not trying to be patriotic,so...Singaporean during that time. The uncle blasting Hokkien songs in the background,sitting near the roadside and eating durians with friends...Kenneth and I had the more 'heck care image' attitude and we both raised each of our legs to eat and others soon followed suit. Believe me,its the best posture to eat durians(If there's such a thing).I certainly enjoyed my durian feast with them,nvm my super dry throat which I'm having now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110252233679914940?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110252233679914940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110252233679914940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110252233679914940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110252233679914940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/12/fruit-feast.html' title='Fruit Feast!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110174052099997159</id><published>2004-11-29T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:02:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something worth mentioning...</title><content type='html'>Read my bro Alphonsus's blog recently,and noticed that he pointed out that he's the so-called "Internet pool" king in our NS days,beating the crap out of everyone,which he then specifically included me. To be frank I wasn't much of an "Internet pool" player. Heck,even Samuel kicked my ass. But then I do need to mention something to Al though,and to be specific,its actually a chorus dedicated to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time&lt;br /&gt;We were at Parklane&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time&lt;br /&gt;I kicked your ass&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time&lt;br /&gt;It's a big six nil&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup you probably guessed it right. M.J's Remember the Time. I really do remember that time. Six to nothing(or issit seven?hmm nvm..). That fustrated look on your face. Actually I kicked your ass real hard another time(at Lucky Plaza right bro?) but then that time you were caught up with some relationship problem so I'll give it a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing worth mentioning is that...Wee Chiang is our 2004 Snooker Champion! The league consist of over four participants but Wee Chiang managed to scoop the title away despite not getting much match practice. Congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the last in the league if you guys wanna know. My ass hurts till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110174052099997159?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110174052099997159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110174052099997159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110174052099997159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110174052099997159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/11/something-worth-mentioning.html' title='Something worth mentioning...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110144081826511145</id><published>2004-11-27T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T15:42:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This has me puzzled...</title><content type='html'>Been watching this Channel 8 TCS show called "My Mighty In-Laws"(sounds ripped off right?) almost every night without fail since it started. Has already been kinda addicted to this kinda lame show but then crappy shows are much better than let-me-cry-to-death shows,trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's one part of the show which got me wondering till now. It's an episode on Thurs when this character,Yingying(Rui-En) decides to go for this guy,Zhengde instead of another guy,Dingmu. The real problem is that this Zhengde guy is kind of a wussy(for ppl who do not know what's wussy,it simply wimp + pussy). He goes round doing things that are un-natural for him for this girl such as going out late,drinking beer,taking up martial arts,learn bike. He also agrees to whatever she says and has no opinions. And guess why did the girl like him?B'coz of what he does for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know some of you ladies out there might think that this Zhengde guy is the nicest,sweetest guy around. I WAS like that once,totally nice guy and gentleman,thinking I should pay up for every meal with the girl or should send her home no matter how in-convienent it is. But aftering reading on a book written by a guy called David(I won't indulge the name of the book but Al,Eng Kee,Johnny and a few should know),I realised I was the ultimate wuss all the time. Now this david guy has a theory which I shall promptly named it 'David's Law' which somehow goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          *Nice Guy = Predictable = Boring = Not In Control = Wussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch the flow? Now I don't mean you have to be rude and uncouth towards the girls but then when I read his stuff I sorta view my past dates or relationships and I was probably 90% of what he mentioned above. I actually read this book a few months ago and changed my thinking when going out on dates and so far...the results are more positive than negative. Won't say the dates are total success but I feel more confident and in control of the situations,best of all I feel more relaxed. So for guys who wanna find out more you can actually msn me (hardcoregang@hotmail.com) and I will send u the online version courtesy of my brother Alphonsus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe you guys think I'm kinda over-reacting over the show but then I just wanna voice it out coz the more I watched the more I was thinking that TCS does produce crappy shows(most of the time). Well at least they are better than those even-crappier Taiwanese Teen Idols shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Just to clarify that the above phrase does not represent any actual views on David's theory. Its just what I intepreted as I go along reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110144081826511145?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110144081826511145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110144081826511145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110144081826511145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110144081826511145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-has-me-puzzled.html' title='This has me puzzled...'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110105271893267225</id><published>2004-11-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:01:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny's B'day!</title><content type='html'>Started my Sunday watching the big match between Barcelona and Real Madrid,one of the best matches every season. Don't really consider it as a derby match coz they aren't from the same area huh? Anyway made a slient promise to myself to visit Nou Camp for future Barca vs R.Madrid matches coz the atmosphere's just breathtaking. I can even feel it just by from watching the telly. I'm quite of a Barca supporter and of coz was real happy when Barca thumped Madrid a big 3-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,today's my grandma's b'day and this time its held at one of my cousin's condo in Choa Chu Kang. She's already 92 this year and apart from not remembering anyone other than those who's living with her(Can't blame her coz we all seldom visit her) and needing people to support whenever she goes,she seems in pretty good shape. When I reached there almost all of my relatives were already there,playing mahjong etc. I don't really like to go to these kind of gatherings except Chinese New Year or in this case my granny's b'day coz the cosiness's just not there anymore. Maybe I aldy grow up but then there's nothing much to talk to them anyway. So everytime when I reached there I will head straight to the room where the guys are playing mahjong. As I do have a big family,no less than 3 mahjong tables will be set up everytime and guess what? I always can't get a seat to play. Even if I do get a chance to play I probably just get out after a round coz oh my,they are all that damn good!A series of 'Pong's and 'Chi's can be heard and tiles can be exchanged in just a sec. Even me,a bystander,sometimes have diffculty finding out what's happening really.Al if you are reading this,pls go back to your home just for god damn once before this year end and lets have our usual overnight mahjong can?I'm dying to play~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting inside the room,watching them play and with no one asking me any qns("You finished studying?" or "you ORDed?"...heck,you guys asked me these same qns since last year and if you don't bother to remember,then don't ask! Don't get me wrong my relatives are nice folks,just that I hate repeating) when my 2nd uncle's family reached. In came my 2nd cousin,Dylan,and after greeting everyone,looked at me and motioned me to go out. Finally smoking break after 1 hour! So we went downstairs and to some pavilion for some smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn,haven't had a stick since this morning!" Dylan complained while lighting up. A little something about my cousin here. He has a younger brother and when we were small we three were the best of friends. I would stay over their house for weeks and we did just about everything else.It was them who introduced me to football and Blackburn,as they were vivid fans themselves. As time goes by and we became older,we seldom meet up and when we do its just 'hi' and 'how you been doing' stuff. Then we will just watch tv all day without saying a word to each other. It was only about 2 years ago when we were at the CNY gathering. As his brother didn't come that day,Dylan asked if I wanna go 7-eleven with him,probably noticing I was going to rot to boredom. When we were outside Dylan whipped out his Malboro and gave me those 'hope you don't tell on anyone' look(He only began smoking a few years back). I smiled gleefully at him and took out my own. He was in shock initially and then laughed out loud "Finally a kaki in this family!" The invisible barrier between us broke down slowly and we then talked abt everything under the sun. When it was time to go back for dinner we realised we were talking for about an hour and smoked 4-5 sticks! So it all began from then,whenever we met up we would just go somewhere to smoke and do some catching up. We were becoming like good friends and somehow its probably becoz of him that I still persuade myself sometimes to come to this family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were now on our second stick when I just blurted out thoughtlessly:"Hey,don't you think its probably becoz of cigerattes that brought us closer together?" I was waiting for his answer for a few seconds,then when I looked at him to see why he's slow in responding I only see him giving me a weird look. I then realised I phrased my words wrongly and was trying to intepret when he smiled and said:"Yah,I know whacha means." before losing himself in his thoughts. I guessed he's probably thinking about the old times. Moments later he brought his Tiger to mid-air and said:"Cheers to our friendship." I held up my green tea(I can't drink lah) and shouted:"To Malboro too!" and we laughed. It's kinda funny to see two guys toasting under a pavilion in a rainy day,with one holding a non-alcholic drink somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we all can get back to the old days. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110105271893267225?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110105271893267225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110105271893267225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110105271893267225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110105271893267225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/11/grannys-bday.html' title='Granny&apos;s B&apos;day!'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110073962187221861</id><published>2004-11-19T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:01:32.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Thursday</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I logged on my blog for updates but obviously there are reasons. Firstly I was too busy (or lazy) to do so and secondly when I tried to log on a couple of days ago I couldn't remember my password or Username.Funny isn't it? No I never click on the 'remember me' box below coz I thought that will defeat the purpose of having passwords. Now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done quite a number of things these past few days,like visiting the Books Warehouse Sales at Expo,taking advantage of the '3 for $10 sale'(although there's not many new books,I had a hard time searching for what I want). Wanna buy Anne Rice's novels for they are worth $8 only(hardcover somemore alp!) but realised I can get a better deal borrowing from Alp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched the Thai Horror movie 'Shutter' with Janice at Century Sq. Basically I don't really find Thai producing good horror movies after my last Thai horror movie with Shirlene. Just can't remember the title and although I kept all the ticket stubs(serve as memories haha!) I just couldn't bother to go n search for them. Anyway 'Shutter' is a good scare and it just fall below the standard of Ju-On,which to me is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember which day but I saw Serene at Pavilion again. This time she's wearing a black tube top and wearing a white cap. Somehow I lost my interest with her already although its not everyday you see a pretty face at Pavilion(Yes I been spending my past few nights at Pavilion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some good,bad and retarded blogs to share with all of you. Lets start with the retarded one first shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;www.dickchan.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda makes me mad coz yest Alp asked me to read before commenting that the guy sounds or at least,write like me. Its just some stupid numbskull writing about his experience watching women and little girls' upskirts. I admitted I was interested reading at first but after 5mins I gave up. Don't think its all real and IT DOESNT SOUND LIKE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;www.sarongpartygirl.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing,one of a hell good writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;www.-intoxicated-.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments,just read at your own spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg enjoy the morning breeze and my sweet Nescafe Coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110073962187221861?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110073962187221861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110073962187221861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110073962187221861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110073962187221861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/11/boring-thursday.html' title='Boring Thursday'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-110024189918443755</id><published>2004-11-13T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T14:44:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does my Pc has to go thru this every time?</title><content type='html'>This morning I learnt a new word,"melancholy". Don't laugh at me if you knew this long ago coz I'm not so english educated k? By the way it means sadness,or causing sadness or low spirits,which is according to my Oxford Dictonary which has been with me since pri sch days. Anyway what's more amazing is how I learnt it,which you guys may not believe. I actually learnt it in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you heard it right. Yest night to be exact. In my dream I was in my old poly classroom writing essays,which I don't in reality coz I'm studied electronics,so write essays for what? I forgot what's the topic but I knew I wrote something like "its a melancholy occasion as everyone grieved..." something like that. So I knew it has something to do with sadness. When I woke up I quickly checked the dict and there you go. Strange but true...you guys had any similiar experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now actually I'm writing this in a "quite pissed off" mood. And the cause of this is the Channel U show "Changing Lanes" or "Yi Xin Ren" in Mandrain. Why? Coz my mum loves the show and as she's working night shift,she will ask us to record for her every night without fail so she can watch it the next day. And whenever she watched it her mood will become erm...melancholic (haha I knew how to use) or worse,pissed off. And when she's pissed off she will become the most unreasonable person I ever seen. Period. Why Channel U hav to produce this kind of stupid crap show? I never watched a single episode but when I happened to listen to the show(my mum likes it loud),its always crying,screaming,shouting,or some sad music coming out. And becoz it shows some scenes which my mum experienced before(not the rape part,just to clarify) she will cry and vent her fustration at me. What the fuck. So any of you who ENJOYS being visually tortured by this stupid crap show sux my thumb. More crappy TCS shows for me pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,if you guys received any stupid or senseless email from me pls kindly deleted it without opening them. I think my com has some stupid virus which sends emails without my permission. Any suggestions on how to solve this coz I used all the spyware,adware,and none works. Some advanced anti-virus needs cash and I don't have much. Pls leave comment or call me if you have the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-110024189918443755?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/110024189918443755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=110024189918443755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110024189918443755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/110024189918443755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/11/does-my-pc-has-to-go-thru-this-every.html' title='Does my Pc has to go thru this every time?'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109950591207207837</id><published>2004-11-04T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T02:38:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punggol Side Story</title><content type='html'>Today's quite an interesting day. Woke up and start quarrelling with my bro again. Not a great start to the day. Spent my whole afternoon watching anime and was kinda bored till Janice called up in the evening and asked if I would like to meet her at Compass Point. Was taking the bus 88 when I realised it's been like 2 months since I last took this bus. Before that my destination would either be Al's house for mahjong session or Shirlene's house. Sigh those memories re-surfaced again as I stared out of the bus window watching the familiar highway...kinda enjoy these sweet short moments when you are alone on the bus. Sets you thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived around 9pm after changing bus only to see Janice with two friends already sitting by coffeebean. Man I hate double dates. Janice introduced them as Felicia, her close friend and Eric, who's her ex-bf. In the next 10 mins I already lost count how many times I caught Eric staring at me like I'm his sister's rapist or something. I wonder why but somehow I guessed it must have something to do with Janice. The atmosphere soon became a little unbearable for me but luckily for the two girls especially Felicia who's chatty and crappy too. Along with Janice and I having the same frequency the three of us soon were talking like buddies instead of the 3 of them. Around 9.45pm the girls were complaining that they were hungry and suggested going somewhere else. We came up with Punggol Nasi Lemak and Eric had the transport so off we went. While waiting at the roadside for Eric to come and pick us up Janice asked if whether I could sit at the front seat and being a gentleman I of course would agree but not before getting information and freebies (Haha thanks for the free meal baby!). Apparently they broke up about half a year ago but being the persistent (should I add stubborn) one Eric recently made an all-out-attack on getting her back and it's driving the poor girl up the wall. So I guessed the earlier stares I got was becoz I was being treated as a rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously when we were in the car Eric was kinda disappointed. I decided to get myself out of this mess by hinting to him that I'm not supposed to be involved. Here's how our conversation went as far as I could remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So Eric...nice car! Yours?(Of coz it wasn't, it's a Merc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Its my dad's.(3-word answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*moments of silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey so what you do during spare time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Gym(He's huge),Football.(Why never say chasing Jancie back?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? So what team you support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: Don't really watch much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence again....Man so boring. The girls were paying no attention to us coz they looking at some photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then I had an idea...but I need an accomplice....well have to bet on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Felicia, you have a bf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel: Nah, why? Wanna sian me issit?(Is this the technically,politically,and what-so-ever-ly answer to that qn?I get that everytime!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me?Haha I can't la..I'm too poor and ugly for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice: Haha ya lor you so white and she so tanned, cannot make it la(I always get this!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fel: Haha I don't mind a xiao bai lian as my bf(Yaya everyone laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan: Anyway woman, you won't have chance la,he has someone on his mind liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh!I had just triggered the effect! Was waiting for her to say that!What happened later was blurry but I remembered when we got off the car Eric and I were now more like friends than foes. Being the rich kid he is he treated us food and drinks and we  were now joking as a group. I then found out that he's 2yr younger than us and his thinking was kinda...erm...unrealistic I should say. Jan so you liked young boys huh?It was when we had our men's talk when I was kinda irritated by him and understand why Jan wanna leave him. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: So Steven,you no stead now?(Argh!!I hate ppl using that word!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya..broke off 2 months ago...why?Wanna intro girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Man how can that be?You so Yandao!(Then yandao must have gf issit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yandao: Haha no luck lor..you?Heard you were Jan's ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Ya...I trying to win her back..you think I have chance?(I dunno you long sucker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Haha I hope you can..how come you guy broke up?(Curious already hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Aiyah..dunno what she think la,maybe she too insecure coz I have a lot of girls chasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y:....ohh...(for those curious,Eric look kinda...round,no special facial features,looks really average to me...maybe its the money or his sweet-talk skill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: That's why I dun understand why we so yandao but you don't have stead!(2XArgh!!!)I intro you one la want?Her figure damn solid and she's those stupid type. I had a lot of fun with her last time but now she always want me to be her stead(3XArghh!!!!)Sibei tao tia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he just proceed to tell me his great achievements with girls, football, billiards,racing....I just realised he's another Emrys or Steven Lim in my camp..fucking cannon!He can be chief of the Artillery Camp. Then later he asked how well do I know Jan and when hearing my story he was greatly interested and insisted on getting my number coz he wanted my help. If you are so great with women why you need my help? When we headed home I insisted Jan to sit in front coz I jus want my sanity back by talking to Felicia. When we reached my house we said our good-byes and was about to get out when He called me 'bro' and asked me to remember to help him. First, I'm not you 'bro' and second, I won't help malays nor pigs. Jan gave me an explain-to-me-later-online look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a fun night,can't believe I wrote so much but part of life is just about getting to know this kind of people and try to understand how their families,friends,colleagues can stand them. Hmmm another question to be given a though. Save it for my next bus journey. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109950591207207837?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109950591207207837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109950591207207837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109950591207207837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109950591207207837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/11/punggol-side-story.html' title='Punggol Side Story'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109928204390549211</id><published>2004-11-02T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T12:41:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>The guys who coined this term obviously either a) didn't have any fever in their ENTIRE damn life or b) didn't hit a 39.6 degrees celsius high on a Sat night. ( Yesh that's right i'm refering to you Bee Gee Bastards). It's unfair. I have been drinking lots of water, taking lots of fruits, avoiding fast foods as much as possible and still I have to sit my ass at home all weekend doing nothing but sleep...no I can't even sleep. I had a big headache which woke me up approximately 5-10mins when I felt asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing actually started on Friday morning, when I already had a bit of some stomach cramp when I was leaving for work. Shrugging off as just some gastric pain which I usually had, I reached my workplace as they were short of manpower that day, so I die die must work. Everything was fine at 9.15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10.45 am, things started to change. my work progress began to slow down and I had to ask my colleagues for 'bao ji wan'. Luckily they were some helpful bunches and I couldn't thank them enough coz they kinda searched high and low for me. Finished up the 2 bottles straight away and continued working, never noticing that I was the only one shivering in the room when everyone was feeling all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.50am. Lunch time coming soon. No mood to eat. Instead went to the toilet for some serious merlioning. Stomach pain became worse and thus had to ask my boss for early off. The moment my boss looked at my face he quickly let me go. Heard him comment on my face being white and pale....hmm my face has always been like that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 3+pm. Had to take a cab coz I really couldn't stand it. Bloody $14.40! Took some stomach pain pills and went to sleep. 1 hour later I woke up shaking like I was in North Pole. So to cut the long story short, I was in this kind of condition till Sat night. But the worst thing was not about my sickness. I had earlier promised my dear Germaine I would meet her for lunch on Sat afternoon coz her bf's working and no-one would accompany her. And she had all my gifts from Taiwan!! She didn't sound too happy over the phone and not too convinced I'm really sick...Sighzz guess I have to treat her dinner next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over this period of time I realised my brother is actually some nice soul. He refilled drinks for me,brought medicines,checked on me....you know silly little stuffs but that's nice of him...Thanks bro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its Monday and although I'm recovering, I'm still feeling kinda weak....didn't really keep notice of the world events this past few days until I saw the Blackburn v Liverpool report. Yesh We broke Cisse's leg!!Haha Minhan your 14million pound striker isn't worth a shit now!!Wooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/1024/cisse.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg'&lt;br /&gt;src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/cisse.jpg'border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; /&gt;I kinda have the same expression as that guy when I was sick on Friday..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109928204390549211?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109928204390549211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109928204390549211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109928204390549211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109928204390549211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/11/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday Night Fever'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109895163150684719</id><published>2004-10-29T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T16:27:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about Virgin...I mean Virgo</title><content type='html'> VIRGO MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious for Virgo man and if you make him wait, he will consider that as an insult. He hates to hear criticism and hates to be criticize. If he is criticizing other people, then he must be influenced by other Zodiac. He is and he likes to be a perfectionist. He always think he is doing the right and appropriate thing , and often he thinks he makes no mistake. He&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a bright guy and could accept comments if he thinks it can improve himself. He is the type who well adjusted to make changes. He will spent money carefully and spent it worthwhile. He will only extravagant for his personnel pleasure only. He is quite romantic, a type of guy who can drive 100 miles just to tell you how much he misses you. If he does not care about you, he will not even spent a dime to call you locally. Long distant special low rate call is also out of the question. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He hates rough and crude people. His woman has to be clean and dress well. He inspects any thing in details beside being a perfectionist, so you could be lying in your bikini with a perfect figure and he can suddenly comments you about your big feet. If you gain 2 pounds , he may comments you are getting too fat. Before going out with this kind of guy, look at yourself head to toe in the mirror and ask yourself if you are really and entirely ready. Unless he dates a model, then he will have less comments. He is neat and tidy, so his life always in a schedule, a fix time to lunch, the same time to go home. He is well knowledge about food and conscious about nutrition, so you won't see this guy eating a junk food, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;strange and exotic food for sure&lt;/span&gt;. You will see him in social events or party if only necessary. He is gifted with acting, so if he says he can not go out with you because he is sick, then you will belief him. He is a hard to please when it comes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to eat, how to work, what kind of a woman to date. He always neat and tidy all the times, even if he is in the army, he will be the cleanest soldier in the camp. He likes to speak properly with no slang. He hates laziness and lazy people. He always act like a boring mature adults, but getting to know him, you will know he has his own charm. He always see things clearly, so he is not the type to be blinded by love. He is a kind and cool guy, but if constantly irritate with rudeness, ignorant, or stupidity then he will show you that he is annoyed. You may see a guy in this Zodiac dress up in an old shirt and old Jean, but if you look carefully, you will see that his hair is neat and unconsciously he will touch his hair a lot. His desk is always neat and if he sees small scrap paper on the floor, he will pick it up or put it in the basket. People may think he is selfish, because when he says "No", he really means it. Any favor asked , he will help but always in his own limit. The more he see faults in others, the less he wants people to see his. If you want him to change his faults, try to tell him gently or he could take it as an insult. He wants love that comes with quality, so he only has a few loves in his life. Woman's trick will not work with him. If he breaks up with a woman, he will also try to avoid all her friends and her environments too. He is very picky and every breaking up, he will be double careful next time. He can sweep woman with his charm, but he likes to keep his relationship like a friend. He likes a sincere self confident woman, neat and clean, perfect and tidy. A real two "P" , picky and perfectionist Zodiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentences in red means bull-crap...at least for me. Which sensitive guy will throw a rock at his own feet by commenting on a woman's bad points?? Well the rest of it seems true for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109895163150684719?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109895163150684719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109895163150684719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109895163150684719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109895163150684719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/something-about-virgini-mean-virgo.html' title='Something about Virgin...I mean Virgo'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8572102.post-109838890230976626</id><published>2004-10-22T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T14:42:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mum, Not Again?</title><content type='html'>For those faithful readers of mine, thanks for taking time out to console me when I was down recently and also find all the trouble to come and tell me that my blog made them laugh. Well I seriously aren't intending to do that coz this blog is actually about my boring life and if you guys find all these real funny then COME AND SUCK MY THUMB!! Haha just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wasn't going to write this but my mum just came back from work and guess what? She found a phone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know some close friends of mine will grind their teeth and screamed "Not Steven's Mum again??!!". Even I found it hard to swallow the truth. For those who don't know my mum works as an airplane cleaner. Ahhh suddenly all fall to pieces as in how come my mum has such good luck huh? But as easily as it sounds it's actually diffcult to "pick up" things from the airplane coz there will be those pesky police officers who will keep their eyes on the cleaners and once if you are caught pocketing those stuffs ( You have to return to the Lost &amp; Found Counter if you found something right?) you are immediately fired and worse, a criminial record slapped on your bloddy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I haven't said what handphone model my mum found right? Relax guys, before I tell you let's just re-cap the "past achievements" my mum found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nokia 8250&lt;br /&gt;2) Nokia 6610 (The one I'm currently using, found in some Bugis toilet)&lt;br /&gt;3) Some BENQ  stupid digital camera&lt;br /&gt;4)PDA (Only know its HP but model unknown)&lt;br /&gt;5)Sony Ericsson T610&lt;br /&gt;6) Olympus digital camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually these few are only the tip of the iceberg. My mum found some other electronic stuffs and handphones that are not available in Singapore yet but sometimes her conscience showed up and she returned to the authorities. Ahh and my mum will never pick up wallets coz its too damn important to the idiots who never check while leaving the plane. I'm so proud of you mum heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys....its time for me to reveal the ultimate Handphone...........Behold!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/640/K700i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/K700i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha....latest addition!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was asking me how to use it and I was just browsing through the pictures when I saw some erm....explicit pictures...haha but mum decided that I'm too young for all that stuffs so she took away the handphone and decided to throw away the SIM card for good....oh man.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have to be extra good to my mum for the next couple of days before I can claim it as mine....only I can maximise the power of this phone YESH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who tried to question my mum's ethics must be those who had lost their stuffs before too. Let me tell you something. My mum and I had lost stuffs like these before too and we certainly know how the owners felt. Yesh pure stupidity and they have only have themselves to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go sleep now, actually not really excited about this new addition coz it might take a month or more for mum to let me have total control of the phone. Really thanks for all those who read my bloggy and post some comments if you are free ok? Oh yeah for those who thought they might be the owners of the stuffs that I just mentioned and wished to get it back, you can call my number at 1800-SUCK-MY-THUMB!(I know it doesn't fit but who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109838890230976626?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109838890230976626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109838890230976626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109838890230976626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109838890230976626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-mum-not-again.html' title='Oh Mum, Not Again?'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8572102.post-109818622923023712</id><published>2004-10-20T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:43:49.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issit My Time Yet??</title><content type='html'>Finally it has reached me. The so-called symptoms of having lung,throat or whatever cancer smoking has been associated to. Don't worry guys its not that I have been diagnosed with all these shit, but I can certainly experienced it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept very early around 0100hrs last night and boy, I was dead tired after KTV session with Ah Tat and Kevin in the afternoon (I'm more of a night-life person, so such activities tires me more in day-time). Around 0315hrs I was having diffculty of breathing and it was so bad I had to hold my chest to be more comfortable. Went to the kitchen to get some warm water when suddenly I felt I had this sharp piercing through my throat when I drank. Oh god I felt as if something was blocking my throat and now I had these two problems and what did I do? I took out my ciggies and smoked. Yeah nice idea huh? As I smoked I coughed and coughed and I was half expecting some blood to come out instead but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I realised I was quite awake so I turned on my tv to watch some EPL football. It was going to be half time soon so I switched to some chinese channel (CH 54 of Starhub Cable). I think it was some talk show hosted by Lan Xin Mei (not sure of her english name) and guess what? They were talking abt oral sex. I then learnt that the mouth carries the most germs in our entire body and one of the guest (there were 3 of them, 1 MILF and 2 hot chicks) tried to make an example like if you ate fish and you gave someone oral sex your vagina will end up with a fishy smell. I was laughing so hard and that made my chest hurt more. Really felt I was going to die soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I was still sleeping on my couch and its 1000hrs. The pain had stopped. My throat felt okay too. I had won the battle against cancer. But the war had just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109818622923023712?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109818622923023712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109818622923023712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109818622923023712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109818622923023712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/issit-my-time-yet.html' title='Issit My Time Yet??'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109787164957186815</id><published>2004-10-16T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T04:23:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Online</title><content type='html'>Wow its been like 3-4 days since I last online and I had to check around 30 e-mails! Been soo busy these few days and when I'm not busy I'm just too tired to log on. Just came back from another billiard session with my usual gang, Kevin and Ah Tat. If you guys are interested to know I just update on what I have been doing these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Joe, Leslie and couple of other guys from my ex-company for a drink at Lollipop, which is a ktv pub somewhere in Tanjong Pagar. Didn't really wish to go because I can't drink at all but then have to give them some face haha. Joe was especially surprised that I can't drink and he insisted on buying me an alcoholic drink, so I just had to choose Bercadi Breezer to go with. If you guys know of any better drinks that has less alcoholic contents let me know. (Stop the Jolly Shandy joke guys, its becoming a bore ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard with Janice, who was one of my ex-gf's good friend. Didnt really get to know her well that time until recently she found me thru Friendster. I must say its been a long time since I hung out with other girls besides Denise,Germaine and my ex. She made a great company and if you are reading this,just wanna say I hope to hang out with you again soon! Finally bought my Red Hot Chilli Peppers Live Cd and it took me half an hour to decide because beside them were the Alter-Bridge Cds. I listened to both of them and really took me a hard time to decide on it. Fyi, Alter Bridge is formerly Creed minus the lead singer, Scott Stapp. But still the new frontman Myles Kennedy sounds great and its certainly a must buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Zack and Kevin for dinner as Janice need to go home early. Saw the SG Idols Slyvester and MAAAIIIIAAA!!!!Wow even when she wore some wollen sweater I can still see her knockers jiggling! (I'm not trying to be some pervert but you have to see it for yourself.) After hanging out at Orchard we went to erm..Grandlink for some pool and billiards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Playstation2 with my brother all day long till night when I met up with Ah Tat and Kevin for some coffee at Pavilion. Haven't seen pixie-face for a long time (Pls refer to earlier post to find out more details on her) and my guess is that she does not live in Tampines or nearby. After drinking we got bored and guess what? We actually went to some void decks to play tai-di! I was really wondering if at some corner of Singapore or the globe there were 3 same guys who did the same things as us. I mean, how bored or "creative" can we get? Preferred to go ktv but at $20 per person for just 2 hours at K-Box its just freaking not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a nice cool haircut at Jean Yip before going over to Parkview Hotel for a buffet treat by my ex-company. Food was nice although there wasn't much variety. Later met up with Ah Tat and Kevin for movies BUT in the end we went Grandlink again. I'm kinda getting sick of playing billiards now and seriously if you guys can think of better things for me to do pls leave some comments k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go sleep now, tommorow is finally EPL weekend!! Haha will stay at home to do some homework and maybe I will post my predictions for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109787164957186815?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109787164957186815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109787164957186815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109787164957186815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109787164957186815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/finally-online.html' title='Finally Online'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109747683194541927</id><published>2004-10-11T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:40:31.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>To see you, when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real.&lt;br /&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold utopian dream.&lt;br /&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wastin away.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll see you again whether far or soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of representing my feelings right now, been listening to this track for the past few weeks, ever since I broke up with her. Can say that it's becoming the theme song for this part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109747683194541927?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109747683194541927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109747683194541927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109747683194541927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109747683194541927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109708393072365819</id><published>2004-10-07T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:32:10.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link Broken</title><content type='html'>Ok guys I have a couple of announcements to make. Top on the list is the news, or rather,no news of the girl who I mentioned in my last post. Met up with Ah Tat, Kevin and Denise yesterday to watch Jackie's New Police Story and I give it 7/10. The 7 points were not for the fighting or the daredevil scenes that Jackie Chan performed but rather the sensitive moments like when Jackie cried and the scene where the director explained how Daniel Wu's sadistic character comes about. Rather refreshing but then its still the same old thing: Round One Jackie lost and Final Bout he wins it all. Catch it on a weekday if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway before the movie I was bugging Denise and to my horrors she forgot about her, even with Ah Tat trying to refresh her memories. At least she rambled out a name (Serene) and she might be in her Friendster list. So after the movies we went S11 coffeeshop for a drink and headed home. I logged on the net as soon as I finished bathing and tired as I am I scanned through Denise's Friendster list. It was then I stared at the number of pages on her list. 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well Steven, you can't quit now. You are almost there." Said my still half-conscious brain. Luckily Kev,Denise,Sue and Sebastian were online in MSN to keep me awake. Denise then told me She had 2 Serenes and on the second page I found one but then instead of her it's some...normal looking girl. What pisses me off is the stupid S.H.E poses she made, you know, those peace signs sticking on their side of the faces and smiling or sometimes with tongues sticking out. I don't know about you guys but I HATE girls doing that acting cute shit. Its ok if you are really cute but...some women just don't get it. One down and one to go. Denise and Kevin were talking about my blog and commenting on the bouncing butt thing, and that just drives me on. On the seventh page I found sadly...just another Serene. I couldn't believe it! Quickly I told Denise about it and she shrugged off and said maybe Serene's the wrong name. Arghzz!! I then began my one-on-one search and half hour later (20mins of those went sidetracking, Denise sure have some hot gal-pals!) I came out a sad man. The one and only link has been broken. Now we shall never know what impact she can have in my life no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the second announcement I'm going to make is that you guys can leave comments in my blog. Kinda stupid on my part coz I did not know I have to change the settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the sack, partly because I'm tired and partly because the more I wrote the sadder I am. For those who think I'm a bit over-reacting over this girl or thinking I'm just whining coz I didn't have the balls to approach her when I could, you can..oh well...suck my thumb! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109708393072365819?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109708393072365819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109708393072365819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109708393072365819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109708393072365819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/link-broken.html' title='Link Broken'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109695980217813120</id><published>2004-10-06T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T15:03:22.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Of Missed Chances </title><content type='html'>Yesterday is apparently my last day of work for NCS. Just to fill you guys in a bit on my ex-job: NCS is a local IT company which has a 2 year deal with MINDEF to change all their old worn-down-cockroaches-infested bloody computers to: Listen this - Brand new HP P4 2.4GHZ 256RAMS with LCD screensand lots of great shit. Nowdays its really good to be in the Army huh? Bloody Pes E recruits come in to use PCs that are fucking better than the shit I am using right now to work. And everything has to be better when I leave a place. Like my primary school built a walking shelter all the way to the school gates just when I completed my studies. (Yesh Damai Pri, I'm still be-grudged over the fact that you used me to sell tissue papers to collect funds!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the topic, Seeing there's no work from now on, I asked Kevin and Ah Tat to play number balls at Grandlink after dinner. Kinda going back to our poly days when we can just go there everyday to hone our poking skills. And this is where the title of my topic begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : 04 Oct 2004&lt;br /&gt;Time : 2046Hrs&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Pavilion Tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was being late again and surprisingly Kev was early. Ah Tat claimed he overslepted but we doubt so.(Playing with your MU online again huh?). When I reached there Kev pointed out someone to me and oh my...It's a girl whom Kev,Alp and me had an encounter with at Grandlink weeks ago. She had this petite figure but then her butt is by far the best I ever seen in Singapore. You know the type which was round yet pointy?The type you feel like caressing your hands smoothly around them and then grabbed it hard...And her face is..well...what Kev would call it as..pixie-face which I kinda agreed. Cute and sweet but with a slight lustiness on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was kinda mesmerized by her butt and face again she turned her head towards our direction. Being slow and dumbstruck I just looked at her in the eyes. At first she just looked away with that "Men are staring at me again" face but within two seconds she turned back and looked at me again. That's when I knew she recognised me. Kev and me then ordered our drinks to wait for Ah Tat and although she seated slightly behind me but from the corner of my eyes I could see that she was scrutinizing me Muahaha...Ah Tat finally arrived and looking sick. I told her about my new fantasy and he just casually replied that she's an ex-colleague of Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomp Bomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomp Bomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomp Bomp Bomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomp BOMP BOMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aboved mentioned sound were the sound of my heartbeat acclerating for that next 5 seconds. Denise's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LLEA&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UE&lt;/span&gt;??Sometimes you never know but that hot chick sitting opposite you on the MRT can be closely associated to you such as your best friend's girl, your sister's room-mates or your father's mistress. I needed more info from Ah Tat but before I can ask I heard her saying out loud that she's going to buy newspaper and walked off. What a pleasant sight to see them bouncing off each other to the newspaper stand. (Her butts, that is). Later it was time to go and everyone could see the reluctance of me leaving my chair, so Kev suggested that i should tell her that we were going Grandlink, which I foolishly did. "OK GUYS, TIME TO GO GRANDLINK!" speaking as loudly and looked like I'm talking to myself. Sighzz how Love and Lust can make you do foolish things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there around 2200hrs can began our 4 hours of snookers. I lost quite heavily ($30 bucks!!) and Ah Tat was the overall winner. Think i must have missed at least 20 chances on the bonus balls and that's $40 man. Kept thinking about what would happen if I had the courage to go get her phone number but then I still had to kill that wussy bit inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; K guys hope my blog did not bore you coz my mind is just full of her and nothing else. But in case you are bored, come suck my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109695980217813120?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109695980217813120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109695980217813120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109695980217813120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109695980217813120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/night-of-missed-chances.html' title='A Night Of Missed Chances '/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109700452467589316</id><published>2004-10-06T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T03:28:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/640/bDAY%20paRTY%20041.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/1944/320/bDAY%20paRTY%20041.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm...think no one will notice i'm stealing beer if i smile like a fool."&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109700452467589316?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109700452467589316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109700452467589316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109700452467589316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109700452467589316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8572102.post-109680198520351495</id><published>2004-10-04T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:13:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy and slightly wet Sunday</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,i'm finally getting my ass up from my bed &amp; started my blog which I do not know if anyone bothered to read,but then I read my friends' blogs all the while...then again,maybe I'm the only one who's bored haha...(Thanks Wendy for your e-mail that said you already started your blog. Kinda psyche me up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those who saw the title B.O.B: Band Of Brothers or Bunch Of Bastards and find it weird, let me just explain that this is a term for my brothers during my NS days (arghzz...). Instead of calling each other "bro" we decided to use "bob". Original huh? I will try posting their pictures in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys my fingers are starting to get tired now. Catcha guys later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Oh and hope Chelsea lost to Liverpool coz i just hate Jose "I tink I'm yandao" Mourinho. Its not you who make Chelsea, its the Russian guy with the fucking big fat wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8572102-109680198520351495?l=suckmythumb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/feeds/109680198520351495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8572102&amp;postID=109680198520351495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109680198520351495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8572102/posts/default/109680198520351495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suckmythumb.blogspot.com/2004/10/lazy-and-slightly-wet-sunday.html' title='Lazy and slightly wet Sunday'/><author><name>suckmythumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550999111554744782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
