<?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-5674902</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:32:50.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darlin' it's better, down where it's wetter.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-116092262900654412</id><published>2006-10-15T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:30:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just when i thought i was over youjust when i thought i could stand on my ownYES I AM GOING TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU SO MUCHNOT LIKE YOU CAREi guess it's all that dream. yeah THAT DREAMdreams dont come trueare do they?but i know you will never be like the you in THAT dreamso sweetso warmi have never felt like this beforethat strange feeling i getat the very thought of youbutterfliesin my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/116092262900654412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/116092262900654412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_10_15_archive.html#116092262900654412' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114537074608186165</id><published>2006-04-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:32:26.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the last post is gone! i assumed too much and made comments that i shouldn't. hope i did not get anyone in trouble. and my bad luck carries on. this week is ending monkey. hang in there.i should just press -delete blog-. it will be one whole distraction gone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114537074608186165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114537074608186165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114537074608186165' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114466141470052323</id><published>2006-04-10T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:39:26.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mag did something stupid. and i called her siao. but i act smart and said, "i put my finger on my temple and move it in a circular motion."then she turn to me, placed her hands together, and started moving it up and down.so what exactly was she doing?"i am praying to your temple....."--- ---last week was international friendship day. the school, always organising enriching and fun-filled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114466141470052323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114466141470052323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114466141470052323' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114457344352061453</id><published>2006-04-09T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:36:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[edit]here is a pic of the Canon MV 920also, since toapayoh lorong 1 never seem to end (and i dont think we did cycle till the end..) i shall name it, toapayoh LONG ONE.[/edit]recently (not very...) EUGENIA had a post about magic dragons. it was really chiem (and you all know that my england not very powderful, but ireland [i will learn])here's what i commented:huhhh!! wah chiem lah.. i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114457344352061453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114457344352061453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114457344352061453' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114449416348948275</id><published>2006-04-08T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:59:28.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HATE LOSING POSTS. ARGH. THIS IS THE SECOND TIME ALREADYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. POST SO LONG THEN ONE BUTTON AND ALL GONE. )($(!%&amp;#()!^#()%!)!!!!!AND, MY DARLING STEALTH IS SOAKED WITH RAINWATER. NOW IT'S SO HEAVY AND STIFF.SO ARE MY SHOES!!! AND MY BOOTS!!!today, we celebrated coach's birthday . he is 59 this year, still as sexy as handsome and as unresistable :) AND HE WILL BE MY IDEAL HOHOHO.--- --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114449416348948275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114449416348948275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114449416348948275' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114440894741286935</id><published>2006-04-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:02:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this from mag, or is it britt?one day, someone shouted T-G-I-F!!! then, someone else, upon hearing that said S-H-I-T!! so the first guy was wondering how come this bugger so rude, thus asked him. the second guy replied, Sorry Honey, It's Thursday...but no SHIT today, CAUSE INDEED IT IS FRIDAY!!!!!!!!! every week, i have one goal. one target. one destination. and that would be FRIDAY. friday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114440894741286935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114440894741286935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114440894741286935' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114432699842031660</id><published>2006-04-06T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:36:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOMORROWI, MONKEY TANWILL TURN THE TABLES.a year ago, around this time, i was just a pathetic sec3. can't field can't throw can't bat, and can't pitch for nuts. opss vs nygh held at acsi. i pitched, cause there aint another pitcher. so when i break there's no backup. and i broke. (but i wasnt good to start with)we lost. duh.i can hit the same batter 3 times, give walks like giving out freebies </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114432699842031660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114432699842031660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114432699842031660' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114431952468616498</id><published>2006-04-06T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:24:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BDH just lost a long post. here we go againnnnnnnn--- ---chemistry. rate of reaction.we put food into the fridge to stop them from getting bad. you agree with me?then no wonder you like that lah. your parents never put you into the fridge.--- ---of late, the word RAIN keeps appearing.today, teamCH vs monforti chhiiioooonnnnngggggg from school to the field opposite cathhigh.i was late already, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114431952468616498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114431952468616498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114431952468616498' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114423633062969608</id><published>2006-04-05T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:40:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am pretty sure you have seen this advert around before. mostly at busstops.if you havent, please peel your eyes of your computer screen. go out and jalanjalan. no ezlink card? koliantai (poor thing).. you come find me i give you 55cents to take bus.the words are really small and i cant find a bigger pic. but the meaning is: thousand of stray animals. one SPCA.of late, i really feel that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114423633062969608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114423633062969608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114423633062969608' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114403637096316694</id><published>2006-04-03T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:50:52.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA THAT TERRIBLE -TING- IS NOT HERE TODAYREJOICEEEEEEEEEEEEEthe whole class is going mad.. we have people dancing at the back, zhiyangFC singing at the front. monkey blogging at the side while doing her maths and siying beside checking answers. WITH RANDOM PEOPLE IN THE MIDDLE DOING RANDOM THINGS.i fear that some teacher will pop his/her head in.. ESPECIALLY IF IT'S MR.K.-----------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114403637096316694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114403637096316694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114403637096316694' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114390025052492630</id><published>2006-04-01T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T22:04:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MYTH:NYSB is going over to hwachong's pool for swimming warm up on saturday's training. everyone is to assemble at 7.30 wearing their swimsuit inside their pe shirts. bring along goggles and bathrobes, as you would be overly exposed. also bring a change of clothes.FACT:HAPPY APRIL'S FOOL!!!!i entered the boarding school, to see the lot of sec1s wearing their swimsuit undernearth their pe shirt. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114390025052492630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114390025052492630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114390025052492630' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114380643599539611</id><published>2006-03-31T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:00:36.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEELS LIKE I'M WALKING IN THE RAINI FIND MYSELF TRYIN' TO WASH AWAY THE PAINCAUSE I NEED YOU TOGIMME SOME SHELTERCAUSE I'M FADING AWAYAND BABY, I'M WALKING IN THE RAINNNN.i see a gloomy bluegrey sky. and once in a while, a streak of lightning will -flash-. (cover your eyes kids!)this morning there was prizepresentation kowtow session.the sec1s were so noob at it ahhaha. poh and i had to present </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114380643599539611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114380643599539611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114380643599539611' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-114372308090044661</id><published>2006-03-30T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:51:20.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back. better than ever.maybe not better than ever. but i am back.YES I AM BACK.maybe not for long but for now,I AM BACK.............................actually, i am still not sure if i should continue blogging. you see, i take close to an hour to blog. i only have a grand total of TWENTY FOUR hours a day. 8 hours (or at least i try to) gone to sleeping, 8 hours gone to schooling (though i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114372308090044661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/114372308090044661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114372308090044661' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113723188234444063</id><published>2006-01-14T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:44:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think the world has gone mad.i saw 2 crazy person at the busstop today. one was walking around and stamping the ground with his boots. and talking on the hp and sitting funnily on the railings. where i think no one in their right mind will sitthen the second guy... he was laughing to himself.. for no reason! if he is laughing while reading sms okay lah maybe is his girlfriend send him something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113723188234444063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113723188234444063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113723188234444063' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113716160239737287</id><published>2006-01-13T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:13:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's friday the 13th.school started with PCCG. class discussion on our class strengths and weaknesses.strengths that we have. MONKEY MONKEY MONKEY. oh not to mention there' s sarah wong too.  and we are HUMBLE enough to say that we are HUMBLE.weaknesses we have. brittany khoo monkeytan dumbblone(rachel au-yong). mrskuan wrote DIRTY. then quickly added classroom at the back.and we have a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113716160239737287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113716160239737287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113716160239737287' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113707584037812865</id><published>2006-01-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:24:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is what happened during chemistry lab.we were doing titration after dunno how many months so mrkuo said that he will give us a demostration first. so he took the burette and list the ways to wash it. then he went to lala's sink and warned us about being careful when using the tap to wash the burette.mrkuo: -place burette in sink- BE VERY -on the tap- CAREFUL. -water splash out on adela--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113707584037812865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113707584037812865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113707584037812865' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113696998910760891</id><published>2006-01-11T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:59:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the little patch of sky over my golden head, it never rains. but it pours.for the whole day, nothing fell from the sky (but maybe birdshit) until the very moment, yes it was that EXACT moment, my foot stepped out of the school building. as a result, everyone cramped in the tiny busstop shelther and dashed for the 156 when it came. ding and i were right at the back and standing in the open for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113696998910760891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113696998910760891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113696998910760891' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113675940030573378</id><published>2006-01-09T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T06:30:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is a happy day! cause i have a date with my neighbours haha!just hope i dont get lost guiding my poor ass to centrepoint.ehh weeyang ask me to post some videos, so i will!An Xbox ad. They have people killing each other CS style. i like the taxi driver at the end :)CUTE BABY! only that he farts......you can't see the skateboards. the people are like floating..........this two guys are so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113675940030573378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113675940030573378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113675940030573378' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113670618250290023</id><published>2006-01-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T15:43:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just spent 45mins on one stupid maths question. does time pass really fast on rainy sunday afternoons? or is it just me, the idiot who got no balls for kinematics. or any physicsshit for that matter?WHY. OH WHY MUST IT RAIN ON A SUNDAY?sigh the weather is just perfect for an outing. an expedition to lala-land. and perhaps i can find my DREAMguy there.i rather it rain on 1,3,5. would be good if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113670618250290023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113670618250290023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113670618250290023' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113664022062841921</id><published>2006-01-07T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:23:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi kane you suck you loser blog surfer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113664022062841921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113664022062841921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113664022062841921' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113658830342318421</id><published>2006-01-07T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:27:42.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yo, simi ki, man!go figure. bet mag has no problem. and eug too. ultimate gk what :)i found this article about people wanting to petition to ban the snowspray thing. i just have this feeling my name is going to be on it soon enough. and maybe jasmin's too. if you all dont know by now.. during christmas eve.. while walking sardine-ing down the roads of town, this group of workers (i presume) BARGE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113658830342318421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113658830342318421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113658830342318421' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113650019390796651</id><published>2006-01-06T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T06:29:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a few minutes to spare.. omg okay mum i callingyeterdaywe were discussing class tee-shirts and SOMEONE came up with the idea of having it PINK with a FLAMINGO on it. and how everyone could print a letter in the word FLAMING FLAMINGO and walk down orchard in a line.. okay bye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113650019390796651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113650019390796651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113650019390796651' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113646232610191981</id><published>2006-01-05T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:58:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cca concert. the video died on us bleah. i pity the sec1s for sitting there for so ultimately long.i talked to my darling coach for 12 whole mins hahahaha. he just called for i dunno what reason and we just chitchat. been so long since i heard his voice. SINCE NEW YEAR YOU KNOW!!!!!i think he is going to leave ny next year. haha but i not in ny already liao. just hope i can follow him to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113646232610191981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113646232610191981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113646232610191981' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113638484738461787</id><published>2006-01-04T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:27:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>absolutely everybody. everybody in the whole wide worldyay we had dance for PE today. and my group did the ultimate SHITty movement. SLIDE AND POINT (finger)and i was the loser goalie who let in the goal. oh yes 64kg and 168cm. haha do your maths and count my BMI please. THEY SHOULD SERIOUSLY COUNT FAT PERCENTAGE CAN.LA was.. sleepy. like after PE and she spent most of the time talking and asking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113638484738461787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113638484738461787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113638484738461787' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113628771133787166</id><published>2006-01-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:28:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why am i blogging when i am suppose to be studying chemistry or stoning at maths?first day of being ultimate senior. in the morning we were practising ways to say.. EXCUSE ME. britto cut the queue at drinks stall. no talk just action. she got her heaven and earth drink as soon as you can say heyyoudontcutmyqueuemr kuo was damn happy. why? no more HOL duties for him. kuo: -clench fist and does the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113628771133787166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113628771133787166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113628771133787166' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113480856271590505</id><published>2005-12-17T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:41:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you think you can have some peace, think again.damn nowadays the -think again- thing keeps popping around. i thought today will be nice and quiet. yup no drilling. falalala.. oh wait.. whats that sound. CHECK 1 2 CHECK 1 2 CHECK 1 2. oh noooooooo help usssssss. the blardy MC is testing the mic. he's quite dumb.. only know 2 numbers. dont know that 3 comes next. and now they are blasting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113480856271590505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113480856271590505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113480856271590505' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113472499888166816</id><published>2005-12-16T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:23:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>morning world. isnt it wonderful to wake up with music in your ears?i awoke to vengaboyz's BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM (i want you in my room)it was rocking the whole room, and i, the poor me who sleeps on the floor, was really bouncing to the music. sounds good? nahhh.. SOUNDS TERRIBLE. did i mention the 'drumbeats' was some hammer they were using at the third floor, accompanied by electric </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113472499888166816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113472499888166816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113472499888166816' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113464655501566141</id><published>2005-12-15T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:35:55.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i found porn on the net!on someone's blog actuallyIT WAS A PORN PIC OF ME OMG.but hey i look good mannnnnnnnand for MY SAFETY, i will not say whose blog it is at. or else kaneSOMEBODY will send me to MOT.for the rest. it's my sec2 junior. in gep that one. she's linked. but you slowly read lah.hey stalker. have a good time trying to find that hurhur.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113464655501566141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113464655501566141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113464655501566141' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113461530303721802</id><published>2005-12-15T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:55:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY CHRISTMAS WISHLIST: EARPLUGSplease give it to me NOW. cause i seriously need it that muchsome neighbours are renovating their house and the drillers decided to act smart and act hardworking by coming in early. and they plugged that killer machine in at an unearthly hour. I WAS STILL SLEEPING AND DREAMING DAMMMMMIT.the syltherins were just complaining about it. are still siliently complain. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113461530303721802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113461530303721802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113461530303721802' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113457248970557913</id><published>2005-12-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:46:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fantastic four was... good. but not that fantasticthing was so... poor thing. eh punbut at the end when he was with the blind girl.... she had her hands all over him man hahaha. wonder what it felt like. (no HARD FEELINGS hurhur)the first person i thought of when i saw thing was... mrBIGlim. same size one.once again i won ivan in arm wrestling. and once again. i lost big time to kane. at least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113457248970557913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113457248970557913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113457248970557913' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113445729382016534</id><published>2005-12-13T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:01:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i m at training camp now. just had lunch hohodecided to give them free and easy time lah. since everyone seems very engrossed in their own activity. and i feel too lazy to move about (which SOME of you know why) it just hurts too much to move about. (if you think i got raped by eunice the ahgua. you are wrong)i placed a bet with coach. he posted the question. if a runner(jaguar) overtakes another</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113445729382016534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113445729382016534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113445729382016534' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113432609961739338</id><published>2005-12-12T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:34:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am here to waste my time.got man u and everton on tv at the 88th min. make that 89th. 1-1 yes lah kane win money liaoi will not recount what happened from weds till this very moment. cause u will die reading and i will die typing. now all i know is that my block is the Syltherins. and ivan is harry potter with weeyang as neville longbottoms. my bro n i are crabbe and goyle bodyguarding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113432609961739338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113432609961739338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113432609961739338' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113387572057486702</id><published>2005-12-06T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:28:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you happen to have the cd key for SIMcoaster. thank you very much for telling me.SIMcoaster is ivan's brother. but somehow he became mis navi. go figure.training on monday haha. been so long since we had training on another day. so it felt funny and the people you saw were different too. our training days were pretty different from the rest. and with us in the school building that day there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113387572057486702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113387572057486702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113387572057486702' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113369197875407585</id><published>2005-12-04T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:26:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont feel very bloggish today. if bloggish is the word you use if you feel like bloggingwellwell i think i missed another night of fun by not going down on friday night and awoke still sleepy for training on saturday morningran on despite the knee. i think i looked stupid while trying to go down the slope without putting too much pressure on my precious patellamain part of training was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113369197875407585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113369197875407585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113369197875407585' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113349943017636718</id><published>2005-12-02T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:19:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the days are passing way too fast. hold up manNTU is sending a girls team to penang to play and apparently they are short of players. coach asked us if we are interested. well first i thought it was okay till coach told me that the coach was none other than MR KENTOH (i have decided that his name is kentoH and not kento cause kento sounds like kendo and he is so not like a kendo stick.) wow to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113349943017636718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113349943017636718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113349943017636718' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113332230640100919</id><published>2005-11-30T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:45:06.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was surfing around the official SEA games site. it aint very good actually hahahaha. then i went to a singapore one (hoho)basketball aint one of the events hahahahahahaha nope i m not laughing at bball not being inside.. would be good actually to see some hoop action but.. read thisBasketball will not be featured in the 23rd SEA Games. The Philippine Olympic Committee said it was compelled to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113332230640100919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113332230640100919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113332230640100919' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113331861949597949</id><published>2005-11-30T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:43:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is dumb.http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10243378/sending hugs over the net.the first thing that caught my eye was (ok the second since the first was VIBRATING CHICKENS.) the word SINGAPORE. woahhand they are from NTU. coooolso it's like.. i become the nerd in primary6 to score some 270+++++ for psle, get into SOME SCHOOL that rhymes with WAFFLES. get into triple science, fry your ass and brain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113331861949597949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113331861949597949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113331861949597949' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113326640239816044</id><published>2005-11-29T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:48:31.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hor fun rocks your socks and guts.had training today. did the catcher training thing. haha i am really going to train for every position. i think after this training i will learn to appreciate all the catchers in the world. it's one tough position man. made worse with noob pitchers like me. i lost count of how many shins i bruised already, not counting numb palms and cramping thighs. and if i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113326640239816044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113326640239816044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113326640239816044' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113308026472381568</id><published>2005-11-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:31:05.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went blog surfing. and ended up at this blog.http://museum-of-twits.blogspot.comit so totally 100%-ly kiss ass. and hilarious. they can suan someone until they person turn sour.and they seriously hate people whUu tYpEz lYkes tiiSh lOlx kEkExto think olive and i thought we were really pro at insulting those kinda people already. they thrash us to the bottom to the bin.if you are too lazy to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113308026472381568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113308026472381568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113308026472381568' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113306720512567795</id><published>2005-11-27T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:53:27.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like a pig! sleep and sleep. sleep can get addictive you know.....chris just sent me some lame ass email. if you got it from me. good for you. if you didnt and want to, open your mouth move your fingers and ask. but its so lame you wish you didnt get it.let me tell you a joke that i came up with.once upon a time, this was this poor fellow. he was walking along the street and suddenly, WOAH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113306720512567795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113306720512567795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113306720512567795' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113301881534728234</id><published>2005-11-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:26:55.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grandma is in malaysia now :(hopes she has fun haha. why like alot people going malaysiaworld of sports. 50% discount.watching some stephen chow show on channel 8. really hilarious man. hehhehhhehhhhavent been sleeping much the last few nights. didnt even sleep on thurs night. then next day just go open house like that. surprisingly i never on the spot peng sia. played volleyball with ding and co</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113301881534728234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113301881534728234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113301881534728234' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113284011313481569</id><published>2005-11-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:35:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yoyoyo before i start let me steal this from noelle's blog. its about miss ong and she came back from chiangmai recently and she got us goodies hahaha some book thing thats really squarish and cool. here goes"Christine and Chun Hui sent Ms Ong an sms to thank her for the booklets: 'darling, we love you!! (and the gifts you gave us!) hugz n kizzez!!' Christine's idea. Hahahah. Then Ms Ong replied </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113284011313481569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113284011313481569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113284011313481569' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113272102569638485</id><published>2005-11-23T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:47:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got a mouldy keyboard. yucksok i m terribly sorry for not blogging the past two days or so. dad's laptop somehow got the virus and my brother plugged out the internet thing and i was too lazy to stuff the plug back in. anyway i was super busy the whole of monday and tuesday. not really BUSY. but just that i wasnt in most of the time. my house is now like some hotel.let's start with monday. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113272102569638485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113272102569638485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113272102569638485' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113247532487325609</id><published>2005-11-20T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:28:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i stink.of fish.just came back from FISHINGGG at pasir ris. they got this bigbig pond thing and my mum's company booked the entire portion of a pond and bought close to a hundred fishes and released them into the water.it's so fun to fishhhh!! we used fish as bait.. though there was this guy who used live prawns. so the prawns were still moving even on the hook. he super suay sia.. caught alot of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113247532487325609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113247532487325609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113247532487325609' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113241971008748104</id><published>2005-11-20T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:01:50.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOOHOOOOOOOOOdang i feel darn fat. solidly fat. just came back from shitong's place. had enlin's farewell party there. she's going LA and will come back during holidays. sighsigh when there's meeting there is departure. and i would gladly take the risk of you guys departing from me (though i dont really enjoy it) cause i am soooo fortunate to have you guys as friends in the first place. yeah man</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113241971008748104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113241971008748104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113241971008748104' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-113231949738168038</id><published>2005-11-18T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T21:11:37.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW. i m actually thinking of blogging again.guess i m the type that cant stick to something for very long. and cant stay away from something for very long....anywayyyyy WHACHA THINK OF THIS LAYOUT WAHAHAHAHAHAHA. i love cute and extra-ed layouts. i was thinking of getting one with a beefcake so we can all droooooooool at him (i almost typed IT.)latino heat got extinguished.for the benefit of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113231949738168038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/113231949738168038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113231949738168038' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112912535698863574</id><published>2005-10-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:55:57.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH I FORGOT TO BLOG ABOUT MY DREAM!hahahahahaha it is so dumb!!!!!sam n EUGENIA were in this dream.. along with others but i cant remember..........then in this dream i knew i was pestering them to take a picture of me.... (hahaha as usualllll.....)but this time. i was looking into the mirror. guess what i saw? a perfect set of abs. along with deltoids like camel's hump (haha ok ehh not that big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112912535698863574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112912535698863574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112912535698863574' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112911853311148234</id><published>2005-10-12T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:02:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just came back from iceskating hahaha 5 hours of iceskatingbefore that, had lunch at this kopitiam. ate ipoh horfun. wahliao damn happening lah. $2.50 only then serving quite big AND SO YUMMMMMY!!!!! SO HAPPENINGGGGGGG. must go must go. its on the left of jurong librarythen go and see tianyu play DDR. wahliao she mad one lah. dance so pro. the leg like epilepsic (however you spell it) fly all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112911853311148234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112911853311148234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112911853311148234' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112903354384293697</id><published>2005-10-11T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:25:43.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from training. sore legs.morning go school makan. but blardy hell lah ate too late run that time abit stitch-y. stll quite energetic after the run though.then gym! yay dont you love gym :):) then did some drills. so tiring man bleah so unfit. then we had soccer!!! but i am damn scared of noelle eunice and terrapin. cause the way they play arh.. the best player also will scared. not as in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112903354384293697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112903354384293697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112903354384293697' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112899561688915168</id><published>2005-10-11T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:53:36.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOHO!after that post yesterday i sorta rot around. the sec2s finished their paper and were SO NOISY man. haha poor physics people sitting at left side of the hall. i bought kinderbueno for bengbeng :) but that greedy tong stole one from her i think...... oh and i indeed did mix up the patterns of their socks.so hung around with juniors for a while in 309 classroom. they took out the racquet and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112899561688915168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112899561688915168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112899561688915168' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112890489898702855</id><published>2005-10-10T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:41:42.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i m in school now and the rest are all having their physics paper 1. mwahahahaha. just came back from a run :) i feel healthy! but hungry...... skipped breakfast this morning. hahaha why leh? read previous post or so.current in 309 classroom using their teacher's computer. haha refuse to sit down or my butt would grow bigger (like it aint big enough already)this morning came in like a pe shirt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112890489898702855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112890489898702855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112890489898702855' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112883476912495438</id><published>2005-10-09T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T13:12:49.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did i blog yesterday? oh i did. after that i went to sleep. what a pig. sleep until 4 plus then got dragged to my cousin's house. read some bok there hahahaha. make me feel like little kid again cause it was some kiddy book.had dinner there. wahliao i didnt dare to eat alot. I MUST TAHAN. the adults had red wine man! so long never drink liao.BOSTON LOST CHICAGO HAHAHAHA THIS IS SO DUMB. WONDER IF</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112883476912495438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112883476912495438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112883476912495438' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112874795497632441</id><published>2005-10-08T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:05:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lugged my lazy big fat ass outta the bed this morning. nope no donkey was taking up the space. i m the ass. heehawslept at 2 last night. nonono this morning. cause of the whole heart folding thing. i added at least twenty to the thirty plus last night. my fingers hurt lah the straws so thin one then it was quite hard to stuff the end part and to cut the extra bits off.woke up at 6.45 this morning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112874795497632441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112874795497632441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112874795497632441' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112870044051518086</id><published>2005-10-07T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:54:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's overrrrrryup. now you can read blog entries here since i would be free haha.lets not talk about exams man. i totally did something that i will SO regret. i did not do a question that i knew how to do. just cause my england not pro enough to understand that question. wahliao blardy hell and to think i studies damn hard on that topic.oh wait i tot we were not suppose to talk about exams. oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112870044051518086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112870044051518086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112870044051518086' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112703613650182506</id><published>2005-09-18T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:35:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY KIDS. DONT MISS OUT THIS ONCE A YEAR EVENT. EVOLVED FROM BREAKFAST WITH AHMENG. NOW YOU HAVE STUDY WITH MONKEY!!. (yes she does this once a year) INVITATION OPENED PREFERABLY TO THOSE STAYING NEAR THE BISHAN ZOO. OR THOSE WHO WOULD MAKE THAT WOTHWHILE TRIP DOWN. (monkeys are quite lazy)i m serious arh need some guaiguai to push me from the back. ehhh i will volunteer to bring food. got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112703613650182506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112703613650182506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112703613650182506' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112687739262988991</id><published>2005-09-16T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:52:43.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nowadays there is this -switch your WMP to shuffle mode and answer the following question- game. so we started playing it. so one person thinks of a question, then another(or could be more) would think of a song. here are some dumb ones.monkey - will cheryl ever be smart?eugenia - objectioneugenia - is monkey cool?monkey - next best superstarrach - will he call me today?monkey - as long as you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112687739262988991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112687739262988991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112687739262988991' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112678421738275915</id><published>2005-09-15T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:36:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont think i m gonna blog liao.maybe after exam ends bah.see you....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112678421738275915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112678421738275915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112678421738275915' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112652966570592518</id><published>2005-09-12T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:10:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first day of term four.SIAN.ok lah actually it was quite a happening day :) chem was first for the day. kuo came in and said that he would do some revision and then give us an open book test. but we dont have any books... so he said. ok open book open board open notes open whatever. dont you love my chem teacher? he is so happening. and he lives up to his good old name of KUOrilla. and made a 10/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112652966570592518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112652966570592518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112652966570592518' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112642248221365833</id><published>2005-09-11T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T15:08:02.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear friends, if you are ever stuck in a tunnel that is sloping at a certain angle, and a fire broke out. please, escape downwards. well unless the top is like in sight and you are super confident you can get to safety in a matter of seconds. OR. the fire is below you and its raging like madhotdogs. if you are in the middle, and at where the fire is, run DOWN. DOWNDOWNDOWN. or else if you run </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112642248221365833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112642248221365833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112642248221365833' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112641812911819675</id><published>2005-09-11T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:55:29.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember the bird-thongchai@hotmail.com that i told you about. he came online and actually talked to me. here is the retarded convo.?? ????????????????? ?????????????????????????????????????????????? says:เป็นประกัน?? ????????????????? ?????????????????????????????????????????????? says:talk&gt;][TAN06][&lt; delts.traps.abs.painpainpain says:huh?? ????????????????? ?????????????????????????????????????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112641812911819675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112641812911819675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112641812911819675' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112641192307022614</id><published>2005-09-11T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T12:14:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goood morning worlddd! hahahaha zzzzzzzzz made myself wake up. I WONT WASTE TODAY!haha it's super fun to chat with marcus. cause firstly there is a point in the whole convo and not like. HELLO HI HELLO HI HELLO HI then HAHA HEHE HAHA HEHE HAHA HEHE. i can live without those kind of mindless brainless conversations. and secondly it was really funny. so it's TWO IN ONE. :) so happening. and he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112641192307022614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112641192307022614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112641192307022614' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112635261975547808</id><published>2005-09-10T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:43:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHAHAHAHA SOMEONE WITH THE EMAIL BIRD-THONGCHAI@HOTMAIL.COM ADDED ME. HOW SPASTIC!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112635261975547808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112635261975547808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112635261975547808' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112634585272096225</id><published>2005-09-10T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T18:01:52.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so sian so sian.. i got a secret but i m not telling!!i became crazy and stayed up till 4am to play maple with my brother. he let me play his account hahha. he got like one million anyway. i help him level up! but i wasted alot of his potion :(GOT THIS KILLING ACHE BEHIND MY NECK AND ON MY SHOULDERS I CANT LIFT MY ARMS UP.holidays ending man. got nothing done.HAPPY BIRTHDAY POON! YOU ARE ONE YEAR</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112634585272096225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112634585272096225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112634585272096225' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112627337029762199</id><published>2005-09-09T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:13:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i m dead.ok maybe not.I AM DYING!i miss xuande. marcus you should bring him over you knowhad field training today. in the morning before training everyone was at the rockwall doing work. WAH. i was studying geog and audrey was doing chem and wen qi maths hahaha so many subjs. then some were reading some paper about the jue2 duei4 superstar thing. ahahaha and mrBIGlim came over and WAH EVERYONE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112627337029762199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112627337029762199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112627337029762199' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112618593273568628</id><published>2005-09-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:40:13.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just knew today would be a wasted day. more wasted than yesterday. why leh? cause got maths remedial SMACK in the middle of the day.so i woke up late. went to school and on the 156, i peered outta the window when the bus stopped at coronation and there was cam. we communicate pretty well with hand gestures and mouth movements. ehh. hahaha yeah i asked her if she was going for maths and she said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112618593273568628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112618593273568628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112618593273568628' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112607712941272980</id><published>2005-09-07T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:12:09.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>loacl cip meet up today to paint some stuffs. so many people turned up man! we crowded till 4 of us had to take turns using the brush. so many people man.....ALL PANGSEH LAH WTH. irresponsible. badbadbadbut nevermind lah we had fun :) and we had paint. yep paint all over us... mr limKB said i look suspicious. do i look pretty suspicious? of course lah i m so pretty :)anyway, i found this load of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112607712941272980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112607712941272980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112607712941272980' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112601867195778271</id><published>2005-09-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:15:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel TIRED. DEAD. EXHUASTED.i think we can actually burn calories sitting in front of the com and typing bio notes out. cool man. this should encourage me to study more. :)the pervert security guard came over just now. and ban me from using the pool if i wore shorts. BUT IT'S MY INNOCENT MIZUNO PANTS MAN! YOU WANT ME WEAR UNDERWEAR ARH. OR NOTHING. anyway he said," ... you must wear properly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112601867195778271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112601867195778271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112601867195778271' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112598587205483298</id><published>2005-09-06T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:51:12.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maths extra lesson was... quite happening today. my classmates are funky :) here are some of the stuffs that went on....at the start of the lesson. mr teo refered to the notes and said, "do yourself." and the sick minded britt replied," we can't do ourselves." and everyone was HAHAHA-ing away. and mr teo said,"ok let's try to be PRODUCTIVE today."and also some stuff about castrating my hair and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112598587205483298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112598587205483298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112598587205483298' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112592358004729644</id><published>2005-09-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:03:51.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARENTS ARE BACK!!</title><summary type='text'>yayyayyayyy my parents are back from taiwan!! wheee!!and i got presents!!!! wooohoooanyway before i get there let me tell you what happened today. first. i had to WAKE UP right. yeah i did and realised i got stupid dreams again. gahhhhh. so i started off with REVISION!! YES HAVE YOU GONE TO IMUSTSTUDY.BLOGSPOT.COM ? IT IS SO HAPPENING. please post notes on it okay? :)mag came over. and we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112592358004729644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112592358004729644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112592358004729644' title='PARENTS ARE BACK!!'/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112588853858283118</id><published>2005-09-05T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:48:58.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WARNING. DO NOT ENTER MAGGIE'S BLOG FOR YOUR COMPUTER WILL CATCH SOME VIRUS. THAT VIRUS IS SO POWERFUL YOUR COM SCREEN WILL CRACK AND EVEN YOUR EYES WILL POP OUT. DO NOT ENTER MAGGIE'S BLOG.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112588853858283118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112588853858283118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112588853858283118' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112584290135677159</id><published>2005-09-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:08:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-feels like i'm walking in the rain-yeah. i WAS walking in it. weather sucks man.anyway i saw something today that made me feel happy but guilty. i was at some supermarket at bishan. then i saw this elderly woman purchasing something. then she took out some plastic bags from a mini plastic bag that she was holding and gave it to the cashier. i first i very blur then i realised. she brought her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112584290135677159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112584290135677159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112584290135677159' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112580741558086556</id><published>2005-09-04T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:59:56.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>what do you think of this new layout? hahaha i was searching something that gotta do with softball baseball monkeys.. or even like a MUSCLE man there. then i clickclick presspress and found THIS. so happening lah hahaha. but ehh when i find something better it will go.also i changed the tagboard to a chatterbox thing. it seems so cool anyway and can hold more posts and got time and stuff. and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112580741558086556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112580741558086556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112580741558086556' title=':)'/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112576364262415434</id><published>2005-09-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:07:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is darn funny. about learning chinese in 5 minutes. (got it from lucius's blog)http://www.davesdaily.com/funpages/learn-chinese_08-05.htmand i wanna quote myojo MAGgie mee... her blog has this quiz thing like do you do this or that or what crap. one of the question was.. DO YOU STUDY.and her answer: HEY.. YES I DO. ANNUALLY, AT AROUND THIS TIME. (: Shall start soon okay.wahliao the ANNUALLY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112576364262415434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112576364262415434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112576364262415434' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112576138774607497</id><published>2005-09-03T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:29:47.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>edlyn said.....blue to grey-- grow up and blow away. says:haha monkey's not cool lablue to grey-- grow up and blow away. says:she's HAWTof course i m mannnnlook to the right. i m kissing my (non-yet-existing) muscle.SCORCHING HOT MAN! and i got weirdly coloured hair.OMG I M SO PRETTTTYi should take more pics you know.hahaha ok whatever i just missed out a session of gymming. because i forgot man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112576138774607497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112576138774607497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112576138774607497' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-112575580437240842</id><published>2005-09-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:56:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi world.i m tired of living. why do i even have a life in the first place. why must i carry on living. i got no motivation to carry on living. my life is so plain and boring. someone give me the power to continue living. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahaha so dumb! change all the living to blogging and all the life to blog :)eugenia... i mean EUGENIA. you should pester me to live.. i mean blog. or i will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112575580437240842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/112575580437240842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112575580437240842' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111823575779825320</id><published>2005-06-08T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:14:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wheeeeeeeeeee tomorrow is thursdayyyyyy guesss whatttttt hahahaha nope not YET my birthday butbutbutbut haahhahaha its NY vs STC omggggggggg YANGGGGGG FINALLY I CAN SEE YOU AGAIN AHAHAHAHAok this is gonna be so funbut sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh after see him a few hours.... the next chance is like........ NO CHANCE. wahliao.. so i must make use of all opportunitiessssssuddenly like v addicted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111823575779825320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111823575779825320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111823575779825320' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111813726382825071</id><published>2005-06-07T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:41:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woooooot wahseh go sentosa two days in a row is blardy the sian man hahaha lucky got frens in the end like go there play arh hahaha.. go there like go tan lorh hahaha ok lah at least my colour looks bttr hoho more golden.. and i tried tanning my tummy n my back.. tiffany is blardy funny lah sit at the green line bus the on top den tan our tummy.. and just sit round n round and roundroundorounddd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111813726382825071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111813726382825071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111813726382825071' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111798178534795351</id><published>2005-06-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:29:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone seems to be very on abt their blog. even stephanie the lazy bummerrrrrr oso start blogging abit liao.. and change her layout lah.. and some guys oso start have blog... sehhhhhh i think when come to blogging i very F9 sia.. jas: i think we shud listen to a1.. den can get a1hahaha.. my hp siao siao liao. the thnig just keep going and n off without me touching. alot times sia the light just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111798178534795351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111798178534795351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111798178534795351' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111589341949238634</id><published>2005-05-12T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:23:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhhhhh i miss thaiumo where is he mann bleah n i m getting fat i feel it at my stomach. gahhh i need to exercise more and also run more during training.. but i always run v little cos i don have gd shoes. shoes are imprnt. anywayyy i got new glove today haha the one eunice got. its really light and feels different and special but super comfy.bleah life have been sucky lately. like work workwork</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111589341949238634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111589341949238634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111589341949238634' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111553909923203878</id><published>2005-05-08T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:58:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is iti always try to find time for youbut you dont have time for meyou are always busy when i need youwell it's ok i understandi always do even when i really donti think i rockthen again i think i sucki m too forgiving till i m always on the losing endforever nonstop i give in all the timebut it's ok i dont mindi always dont even when i really do[i'm always the clown and ending up the fool]--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111553909923203878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111553909923203878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111553909923203878' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111553616981111866</id><published>2005-05-08T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:09:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life sucks. i m down in my slumps again. not really for softball. haven tried my skills out for some long time. depression. bleahhh. its like post season.so what is its mums day today. you deserve nothing if you havent done your duty as mum. i know you are good but i just dont seem to like you. you ask me why do i help my friends more than my family. why dont you ask yourself if you help me when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111553616981111866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111553616981111866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111553616981111866' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111538556153215124</id><published>2005-05-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:19:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOYS DON'T PLAY WITH FIRE. LATER YOU BURN UP THE SCHOOL DOWN.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111538556153215124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111538556153215124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111538556153215124' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111536789373065127</id><published>2005-05-06T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T16:24:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaha nvr blog again for so long. cant blame me for being lazy nor blame anyone else. haha so its no ones fault.alot happen siaaaaa like bag got stolen. blardy hell can. can? can! knn. put there oso gone bleah so now i m gloveless ezlinkcardless and obsshirtless. however i m not naked you pervert. now i need money siaaa. got any little errands for me? like do you work lah or help you anything. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111536789373065127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111536789373065127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111536789373065127' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111496440988728442</id><published>2005-05-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:20:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are bollywood movie every sunday night at 9pm!!! wootwoot bad sadly it ends at midnight which means later monkday cannt wake up hahaha aiya wake up is can lah DUH but sleepy in class. anyway tdy was a sian sunday as usual no biggie. gotta study for bio later tml.. or today since its past 12mn[BE A MAN!]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111496440988728442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111496440988728442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111496440988728442' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111493016135551702</id><published>2005-05-01T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:49:21.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is so cool. you gotta check it out.if you read this in time. go to http://mlb.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/index.jsp den check out the 4/29 clips where you see a fielder on the left falling down and the one on the right trying catch the ball. amazing play i tell youif you missed it. guess you gotta find me and i will act out for you. ariel will ehh help me too i guess hahaha drama</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111493016135551702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111493016135551702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111493016135551702' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111484361900493781</id><published>2005-04-30T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T14:46:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh he wasnt there on friday. b boys finals so exciting i think huiqing v poor thing need to endure me when i squeeze her hand. hahahha sad the faggots won. we kept making fun of them. saying they got low iq and the barbie 3rd baseman hahaha. sighsigh. i nvr see himmmmm i so sadddd.today walkaton so lame lahhh haiyo endure the super hot sun and get cooked and fried and wad not. the body combat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111484361900493781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111484361900493781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111484361900493781' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111461255018304795</id><published>2005-04-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:35:50.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I SAW HIM I SO DID I SO BLARDY DID SEE HIM TODAY OMG THIS IS SO COOL TO THINK I ALMOST DIDNT GO FOR IT I TELL YOU SOMETHING WAS TELLING ME TO GO OOMD THIS IS SO COOL OMG I SAW HIMi found out abt the matches only tdy in the morning n i was feeling quite sick so i had doubts i was going.. den there was chem test where i just plonk my head on the table for a short while and i felt some shadow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111461255018304795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111461255018304795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111461255018304795' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111451654290448771</id><published>2005-04-26T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:55:42.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i m falling sick sighh sniffsniff got alot to do.. need like plannings.............................. hope can get them done soon....... sighsighsightdy got training and i was trying to pitch screw ball hahaha den olive ask me how when the umpire cannt see screw ball? then i saw den he must be COCK-ed eyed hahaha. we kept making sick jokes and puns hohohoho stupid olive teach me bad though i m the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111451654290448771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111451654290448771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111451654290448771' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111432741141601733</id><published>2005-04-24T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:23:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wahseh so long nvr blog liao omg siaaahahahaha thats like close to one week oh wells my com is crazy lah so i have to make do with lousy ones or use that crazy one. so if you com suck you most prob dont really want to use it much. (EXCUSES)anywayyyy thaiump update: heard he go back thailand.. haizz but i think he coming back yes he must come back he better come back.ariel and i were talking abt..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111432741141601733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111432741141601733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111432741141601733' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111382777667054498</id><published>2005-04-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:36:16.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is a very ehh.. funny day considering its a monday. hahaha school was plain ol' boring loring hohoho. until after school when we were suppose to go for the ops n rgs match but it was raining so we called and someone said the match was called off. so in the end after much tot we decided to scram if ti lido to makan long john hoho. dno why but everyone likes it these days. 2 day in a row i ve</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111382777667054498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111382777667054498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111382777667054498' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111374870191400699</id><published>2005-04-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:38:21.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a quick post before i sleep. some random stuff ahpoh and i were saying....ME: anyway i going to sleep now gdnight to you n dream of me but i wont dream of you i will dream of thaiump instead which i did once like 2 thurday ago but i cannot really rmmbr what happen so i wish i can dream of him again den i will be very the happy and i will enjoy my day daydreaming of the dream hohoho buhbye and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111374870191400699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111374870191400699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111374870191400699' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111372866660379041</id><published>2005-04-17T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:04:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee yangyangyang hohohohohe was there and he sounds so cute!! though ppl say his voice sucks but whatever man i hear liao my heart fluttttterr wheeeheee. anyway cathhigh lost. because some grandslam killed them. without it they can win one. you can see that i like not v on acs side haha. i m supporting the umpire :) he so nice can. he ask the cathhigh second base whether he was okay after the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111372866660379041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111372866660379041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111372866660379041' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111349330960787970</id><published>2005-04-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:41:49.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TOMORO IS FRIDAY!! FINALLY WOOTWOOThahaha nvr blog last few days. life has been somewhat same yet different. hehh.. make new friends. hate some people. laugh scream cheer. been up and down and round about. almost getting lost at queensway. feet aching for unknown reason. helped people recieved help.THAIUMP I HAVE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH FOR FRIDAY TO COME. YOU BETTER BE THERE DON'T BREAK MY HEART.[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111349330960787970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111349330960787970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111349330960787970' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111321892596967913</id><published>2005-04-11T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:28:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY COACHHHHcoach is 58 this year and he is still as young and healthy and happy and sexy as everrrrr. hohoho. i gave him this badge that says COACH. i was supp give him last year. but dint so keep until this year. we ate the cakeeeee and we are getting PHUIPHUI hohohoho.mrs coach hugged coach. and kissed himmmmmmmmmmmmmm wheeeeeeeeeee hahaha SO CUTE CAN!!!.sigh thaiump. he is training</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111321892596967913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111321892596967913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111321892596967913' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111310154299677692</id><published>2005-04-10T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:52:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i stalked my thaiump on fri :)stephanie was supp come with me but in the end she got sports day so cannot come lah. her sports day ends at like 5 somthing. den i was so sad cos no one else could come with me. ahpig had some boring talk in the audi den i ask her to siam she say don wan cos my house too far. haha let her rot inside audi lahhhh hohohoanyway at abt 4.30 i got on the bikie n rodeee to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111310154299677692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111310154299677692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111310154299677692' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111287766919691594</id><published>2005-04-07T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T20:41:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEASON SLUMP.two words describe all. i couldnt throw. not a shit.softball aside. TOMORO IS FRIDAY OMGOMGOMGOMGOMgomgomgomgomg. hahahaha ok i think i ll really cant wait for sch to end sia. PLEASE LET HIM BE THERE PLEASE LET ME SEE HIM!!! ahhhhhh ahahahaha okkkki feel bad sia. now i think shahrukh khan is more gd looking than thaiump. hohohoho shhh don tell him haha. but shahrukh khan is seriously</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111287766919691594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111287766919691594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111287766919691594' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111277800816074497</id><published>2005-04-06T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:00:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogger died yesday.today it celebrates its new life.. hohoanyway yesday was ehhh... LAME LAH CAN. got kuo n teo to top it all off.KUO: sorry lah my ENGLAND not that powderful. I WILL LEARNthe sleepy me heard....sorry lah my ENGLAND not that powderful. IRELANDthen i sat up saying really loudly. HUH WHAT IRELANDlemme tell u my tchrs all so rock you/rsi caught a spider at macritchie, kept it in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111277800816074497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111277800816074497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111277800816074497' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111252896649920024</id><published>2005-04-03T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:49:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yar happy birthday lucius.man i just like rushed out my sia. gahh haha i got like super bad short term memory. the more i think of it the lesser i rmmbr. that's me lah.. i forget things easily.. esp bad n sad things so i live a happy live. however i forget gd stuff too. oh no i ll forget what my thaiump look like........ ohh lucky got pictures ahaha.he is so ugly!!!!!!!!!!!!! ahahahahahaaaa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111252896649920024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111252896649920024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111252896649920024' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111252023100348849</id><published>2005-04-03T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:23:51.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you know...........that i dont like angmoh?some are okay lah. but on the whole...... the general ppl...... i just dont like them.many they are different from my culture or wad i m used to?eitehr way.. nono to them[i love my wrestlers though][ichiro is not angmoh]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111252023100348849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111252023100348849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111252023100348849' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5674902.post-111251907373296806</id><published>2005-04-03T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:04:33.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i should blog sia. its sunday. everyone's out. i m in. lucky there's jinyan the spas. who tot i was sec4 and started calling me wad jiejie. than he ask me wad month i born in. den he say i 2 months older than him. siao siaaaa. i m sec3 not that old okkkkkkkk i m young n cute n so cool man. he starte making relations with ariel n pig. didi n meimei. indirectly he's my pig brother. wadeverrrrrr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111251907373296806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5674902/posts/default/111251907373296806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strike3out.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111251907373296806' title=''/><author><name>monkey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418993081070890510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
