<?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-20390725</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:53.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quentins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-3506292758438056901</id><published>2007-04-24T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T05:00:29.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>point</title><content type='html'>the dark humour within such somber. life sure has its ways of telling a joke. having an impertuable composure when facing pandemonium right in front of our eyes take great pains. The pains of hiding it from our sight. The pains of running away from it, refusing to acknowledge its existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the seventh heaven? is it nothing but a deceit we allow ourselves to indulge in. being satisfied with imparity, smiling in face of asperity, arent all these detractions we brought upon ourselves. and yet time and time again, we get deceived. is it because of our warped logic, or is it just because of the fact we are fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times we hear of a truth, but we refuse to listen to it. Many a times we see whats really happening, but we just refuse to look at them. It is simple. We are humans. We listen to what we like and only look at things the way we want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i see, the less i know. These words sound so simple. They mock: how can we fathom less with the increase in our contemplation. Jokes, jokes. I applaud your sanguine perspective of life. but please, not to the extent of being fleeceable. look around you. do you really know the people around you? are they who you make them up to be? wake up my friends. i may seem skeptical about the word trust. but simply trust me, i have seen them, heard them, been through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is your prerogative to do what you want. Inflict your own wounds, drop your own tears. learn. and take it within your stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the world. Or live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-3506292758438056901?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/3506292758438056901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=3506292758438056901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/3506292758438056901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/3506292758438056901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2007/04/dark-humour-within-such-somber.html' title='point'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-117466298706336938</id><published>2007-03-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:16:27.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It leeches on the hope&lt;br /&gt;Thrive on your foolishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paths merge&lt;br /&gt;But crossroads they merely were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the neon lights&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that cant seem to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stung by optimism&lt;br /&gt;Hearts that fail to beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impregnable the fortress may seem&lt;br /&gt;Loops and holes are all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful the sandy beach&lt;br /&gt;Pain beholds if you dwell too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to judge&lt;br /&gt;Guilty you are as them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you to judge&lt;br /&gt;The thought prevalent in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time can judge&lt;br /&gt;And it always does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-117466298706336938?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/117466298706336938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=117466298706336938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/117466298706336938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/117466298706336938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2007/03/melancholy-of-life.html' title='Melancholy of life'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-116783746131783759</id><published>2007-01-03T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:33:44.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>its 2007. 2006 passed too fast. it seems like ytd i was in my og group laming with fiong fan. nw im a j2 watching the new j1s playing the dumb games we used to plae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea juz gonna mention ppl tt realli helped me in one wae or another throughout the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, who else other than the weekly joga gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser lee aka vidic--- rubbish guy full of crap. likes to give girls false hope. still among the best soccer players i noe although i hate to admit it. enjoys the art of whipping. tiffany the toy. bt still a very gd fren and a pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owenhonigo--- very very nice guy. most versatile player i noe. can excel n in any single position he plaes. super physical abilities. loves misa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drogba--- bitch. hes the only person tt can make me laugh by saying totally random stuffs out of nowhere. infatutated with misa. silky dribbling skills and a very deadly finisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mouxiao,ber, crouch, yh --- great frens hu i feel at ease with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, is my unique n rubbish class of 06s6j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zb--- the brain. gao jie die lian. 'good morning i wake up alr!' realli great fren hu travel all the wae from boarding sch to my house in boon lay the day b4 chem paper to study wif me. dun tink i could have gt thru promos without u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rz--- the crap. i can crap endlessly with this guy. always full of riduculous idea that suits my frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugene--- very nice n funny guy. a trustworthy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special mention: stingray for uniting the class. i have nv seen the entire class sit together at the class bench to tok n laugh until stingray came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tok thrash co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FreKo--- the self proclaim player. garuntee to get any girl he wants according to him. although hes such a disgrace bt still a nice guy to crap wif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jb---the only decent person among us 8. guai guai kia hu always get bullied. bt still he has a wae to get back ppl. real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rat--- the name tells it all. sneaky bastard. dunno wad hes up to everytime. always full of surprises to brighten up anyones dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest: paul, kw, lt n josh--- soree no time to type bout u all cuz too insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ex 4f peeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noob you--- surprisingly became the closest fren to emerge from 4f. alwyas a nice guy to tok to whenever i have problems and things bugging me. daboyinthetank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog yi n bp liang--- always count on dem to appear whenever im bored. full of crap and juicy gossips. too bad dog yi leaving. sian 1 less person to tok to in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiam--- a big man hu is always ready to give his honest thoughts n opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 has been a bad yr for 4f. pretty much lost touch wif guys like mosquito, yu, lardo and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser bin--- another self proclaimed player of all girls. pedophile. always game for a movie anytime anywhere. and any crap movie oso will do. a guy capable of crapping even for his posing ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason--- an avid soccer fan and true great fren. realli cares bout the ppl arnd him and love to niao ppl wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiong fan--- suddenly become very close wif him at the start of the year when i tot i lost contact wif him. always a listening year and a very loyal fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess--- put ur name cuz u always read my blog. a nice girl bt soree i always tend to dao u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smartgirl--- highly eccentric at times. bt always rdy to give a helping hand and listen to my senseless theories. for tt i realli want thank you. bt plz choose better guys in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean--- helped me alot when i started learning guitar. without his help i would realli lose all confidence in playing guitar. a super nice guy bt realli too nice alr. ridiculous 1 year plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soh ping aka slave ping n genfuy--- the ultimate rubbish duo. nv fails to make me laugh whenever genfuy is being niaoed by soh ping. bt pretty subdued lately. oso muz thank genfuy for taking 174 home wif me even though he can take alot of buses. soh ping too for 'mugging' wif me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally to u yj. thanx for the time we spent together. its realli one wonderful experience and i enjoy every single second of it. the thought of u simply pulled me thru the darkest moments. i dun juz want to look back at these memories, i realli hope theres more to come and we can go against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanx to those hu help me in 1 wae or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-116783746131783759?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/116783746131783759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=116783746131783759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116783746131783759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116783746131783759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2007/01/looking-back_03.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-116783332130120157</id><published>2007-01-03T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:08:41.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-116783332130120157?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/116783332130120157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=116783332130120157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116783332130120157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116783332130120157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2007/01/looking-back.html' title='Looking back'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-116645529224089398</id><published>2006-12-18T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T07:21:32.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all good things</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Flames to dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz realise my entry was crap so juz post again. very disappointed with it myself so decided to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies. They have been part of my life since i was young. I love watching movies. Action,Romance,Horror,Comedy,Animations i watch it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a list of movies which is a must have in every collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite movie. its a romantic comedy which narrates the story of 12 different people coming from totally different world. the movie shows how each of the every 12 characters walked into the lives of each other and unknowingly guide them to help find what they are looking for in life.  its a movie about love between family, friends, husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. it shows how fate brought people who never set eyes on each other into their lives and how christmas changed their lives altogether. it also boast an all star cast or hugh grant, emma thompson, rowan atkinson and many other household names. The soundtrack is also amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a fairly old movie. It was filmed a few years before i was even born. it was a cult hit back in the eighties and i find it very entertaining. the story begins with 6 teenagers who you will never ever see hanging out together coming back on a weekend for detention. there is a poser, a nerd, a beng, a geek, a sportsman, a bimbo. They are locked up in a roon for 6 hours and it ended with them finding out their true identity after a series of hilarious and exciting events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lord the Rings Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Terminator 2 : Judgement Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was made in 1991 and 1 of my most unforgettable movies. terminator came back from the future to help save the world from destruction. its the movie that took sci-fi action film to a whole new level. it brings out the selfishness and darker side of man. overall its a pretty dark movie. try not to watch it when you are feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother of all horror and gore movies. Stunning visual effects given the fact it was made in the 1970s. A contreversial movie which sparked off debates most prominently the experience of abjection. It was juz horror the 1st time i saw it but got interested in its influence when i was reading bout it in secondary school. Check the movie out although some may find it unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes hu can forget him. never fails to make me laugh juz by looking at his face. the movie is freaking hilarious with him out to do dumb and rubbish stuffs in LA. destroying a multi million dollar painting, his antics at the police station, etc all promise to make you to laugh crazily. one of the funniest movie i have seen so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Druken Fist (Zui Quan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if its the name bt it was acted by jackie chan very long ago. very nice movie. Standard kungfu movie how he gt defeated by the bad guy at 1st and ltr fought back. pure martial art skills with absolutely no special effects or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-116645529224089398?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/116645529224089398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=116645529224089398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116645529224089398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116645529224089398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-good-things.html' title='all good things'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-116636581450722992</id><published>2006-12-17T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T03:46:08.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>The story of Deverino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Characters: Rafael Benitez&lt;br /&gt;Scala Deverino&lt;br /&gt;Ferguson, Warnock, Mourinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Rafa Benitez watching through videos of players that his scouts have gathered across the globe. Players who can run, jump, shoot, pass. Nothing impressive, most of his players can already do that with their eyes blindfolded. Then there was this very player. He combines strength with grace, speed with balance. At a mere 18 years of age, Scala Deverino is slowly evolving into the new age sensation. All that needs to be done now is to polish this piece of stone. Rafa brought him to Liverpool on a free transfer and signed a one year contract. Many thought Rafa had lost it when he brought Deverino over to his side. Rafa kept his faifth and became a personal mentor to this striker who has to adapt to an absolutely new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday Rafa would take time off his busy schedule to make sure Deverino is well and happy. A few months passed, Deverino slowly became a piece of precious gem. He became the joint top scorer of the Premier League with a tally of 25 goals in 30 games, a feat that all strikers would die to have. After spending a season in England, Deverino became one of the most sort of the strikers in the world. His estimated value is an astounding figure of 24 million. Rafa had been trying to persuade Deverino to extend his contract through the year but he rejected saying he needs to make sure Liverpool is the club to be in. The months passed and it is the time for Deverino to make a decision. Stay with the club that groomed to you to what you become today or go to a club for other benefits that will elude him if he stays on at Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the transfer windoe opening in a few weeks, rumours began to splash on the front page of every newspaper in town. Deverino was first spotted spending much of his personal time with Ferguson at the local gym. They seemed more than just people who wanted to know each other while working out. Then there was Mourinho who sent Deverino home after his daily training in the posh car of his sponsored by the sugar daddy. Warnock tried to be cute and charmed Deverino with his humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa did not say much. He knows the attraction of what other clubs hold for Deverino. He knows how much Deverino wanted to move. But deep inside, Rafa always has the slight hope that Deverino will stay with the club. It was June. The feeling of guilt crawled into the heart of Deverino. He knows it would be mean if he move to other clubs at this point of time. Against his heart, he unwillingly stayed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he impressed during the new season becoming the top scorer once more. This time it was Barcelona that came knocking on the door. Its not everyday Barcelona comes finding players and Deverino knows it. He knows other clubs will be dere drooling over his signature but not Barcelona. This makes Barcelona the most attractive club to be at now. He decided to be Liverpool as well as the rest of the clubs drooling over him on hold and started negotiating with Barcelona behind Rafa's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Rafa, he still thought Deverino will remain loyal to him n the club after all he had been through. But this is the real world, things dun happen that way. People always pursue what they cant have. Deverino is the exact example. Barcelona played Deverino the way they wanted to. It was the eve of the end on the transfer window, Rafa decided to give it a try to have a heart to heart talk with Deverino. But he knows he dun stand much chance. How many Steven Gerrards can there be? None. Theres only Gerrard who can do a U-turn and suddenly decide not to transfer to Chelsea even when everything has been finalised. Now, he is the heart and soul of Liverpool. Deverino is no such player and Rafa knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Rafa decided to let Deverino go. He wants no such player at Liverpool. He wants a player who can fully devote himself to the club and contribute to a club. Not a disloyal n distracted player who will play with regrets. Deverino was sold for 28 million and Rafa used that money to bring in 3 excellent young players who will shine in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-116636581450722992?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/116636581450722992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=116636581450722992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116636581450722992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116636581450722992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-116425880731712190</id><published>2006-11-22T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T05:44:12.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nuts.</title><content type='html'>feeling pretty down lately. the mind's darting off in many different directions at any one time. i juz cant get it to stabilise and nt think bout rubbish for a moment. things juz dun seem to go my way at all. plae fifa i lose to birmingham, plae dota i lost to a bunch of noobs, plae soccer im a piece of crap, iceskating i move like a disabled old man. even when i plae my guitar 1 of strings juz break. this is juz nt my week at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently taken up an interest in horoscope. when u enter all the specific details like where i was born , birth date all these kinda thing into some website call &lt;a href="http://horoscopes.astrology.com/"&gt;http://horoscopes.astrology.com/&lt;/a&gt;, the results are quite accurate. u all shld go try it if u all r bored. go click on the free readings tab. theres stuffs like friendships, love,parents,siblings. i asked some of frens to try it n all of them said its pretty accurate. i tried entering all the super specific details about in 1 particular reading like birth time, blood type and geological positioning. theres 1 funny thing tt came out bout me is tt i gt natural unique ability to understand another person's inner self even if i may nt notice what shirt they are wearing or if they are carrying bags or not. i tink its crap. maybe its due to my nature i will tink deeper into everything bt most of the time it is nt be accurate. juz leave things tt way and it would stop giving all those sleepless nites. letting things be as simple as it seems is a much desirable choice. i would always tend to dwell unconsciously into simple things and onli make myself sadder and worry in the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its realli impt to obey the law of spiritual detachment. its like the more you try to cling onto smth, the harder it is for it the manifest naturally into ur life. so its inevitable tt you muz learn to let go at some point along the way no matter how hard it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime when im at home alone i always get this feeling of emptiness that is hard to shake off. sure i have lots of good friends i can talk to bt i juz cant bring myself to burden them wif these senseless problems of mine. sometimes burying it deep down may be a much much better option.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a game of dota. It has so many similarities and links that I realize suddenly during this cold rainy week. It’s the process that really count in this game. Im nt saying winning and losing doesn’t matter bt it is the process tt realli matters after 1 good game of dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, u can choose whether to go all random or all pick. If u choose all random, it will be unpredictable in the sense that u wun noe wad heroes u will b getting. in all pick, u will b choosing the heroes u r gd n confident wif using. In life its sort of the same thing too, either u choose to embark on the path of uncertainties bt exciting or walk along the safe path which the road ahead is clear bt boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then deres the game itself. Either u choose to be the bastard farmer of the team or the team player. Each has its own pros n cons. Being a bastard farmer u will sacrifice the welfare of the team to empower yourself wif the experience n gold earned. With the money n level, u will be the one ppl look upon to change the face of the game. Pull it off n ppl will respect u, fail and u will get despised. Team player is often the common path chosen by many players. Safe and secure. U wun affect the outcome of the game. U r juz like the many roots of a tree tts hidden below the ground whereas a bastard is a trunk that people look at to c whether this entire tree is strong or nt. Its juz like getting a job in the future. Choose to be an entrepreneur and u will be like a bastard farmer. Either u earn the cash or u end up wif nothing. Be a good employee wif a standard n stable job, u wun go wrong bt its abit dull isn’t it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When playing the game, players are separated into pros n noobs. Pros pawn the noobs. in a relationship, the pros are faster quicker and more experienced with the game so that they can pawn the noobs for their own pleasure. To level and gain gold. So the nxt time noobs will b hearing their name being mentioned in rejected or dumped or played with list in a truth or dare game. It’s the same thing isn’t it. The sense of dejection and stupidity when u hear HOLY SHIT booming from ur speaker and u r the dead hero. Noobs shld nv mess with the pros. The onli reason pros plae wif noobs is either they truly want to help them improve bt most of time is juz to prove they are a class higher than them. Out of boredom or juz feel like having fun, tts the time pros plae wif the noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes u get the feeling the whole world is against you and the helpless feeling will naturally surface. Its like having all ur barracks raxed down and there are mega creeps. It would take a miracle to even survive for 5mins after mega creeps are formed let alone turn the tide arnd to win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times we make mistakes in life and make stupid wrong decisions. Buying battlefury for medusa, blink dagger for skeleton king. Ppl will remember them and use it against you for the entire lifetime. You juz wish to forget these anomalies in life bt it will cling on to u. it will b hard to let go n forget. Theres nth much u can do except letting time do its job n let tt bad piece of memory fade by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nobody knows it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-116425880731712190?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/116425880731712190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=116425880731712190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116425880731712190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116425880731712190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/11/nuts.html' title='nuts.'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-116143568973275621</id><published>2006-10-21T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T08:01:08.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intricate</title><content type='html'>Olano. Love him, hate him. Simple yet complex. Innocent yet scheming. Resent the implication of convolution: he is one living example. Be it paranoia or delusions, the real him has yet to been witnessed. He may dwell in precariousness but easily succumb to temptations and ill admonition. Considering him innocent is as good as beguiling myself. The use of the term scheming may be too strong a word. But opinions and impressions by many can give a judicious picture of the current situation. Rumours about the real Olano should not be ignored as well. Some say he is presumptuous, others beg to differ. 'Things will happen if you want them to' thats the quote from Gab the Great. This is the phrase that got me thinking. But for now, there is already is significant shift in my perception. [dun bother deciphering u will nv understand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other stuffs, played soccer todae. Comical mou xiao was at his best todae. Running around wildly tackling the ball. His tribal dance like tricks and brianless comments were the highlight of the dae. His eccentricity acheived a new height when he blast the ball into his own net so as to tackle the ball away. I landed badly at one point and my ankle hurts like hell. Every step i take is super painful. Watched the prestige. its the kinda movies that try to be sophisticated bt end up having a crappy plot - its 1893 and ppl can clone each other. on the whole it was quite nice. death note is an excellent movie. i thought no other movies could be cooler than Ocean's Eleven or Infernal Affairs but death note is defintely not far form them. Geniuses battling out with each other and the whole movie is about them trying to outwit each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week passed without anything memorable. the only thing that cheered me up was the fact i gt promoted. the happiness didnt last long. other than that im pretty contented to juz let time pass in monotony. dota totally lost its appeal to me. it juz doesnt seem fun anymore. Listening to songs has become a standard way to pass those cold and boring nites with nth to do and nth to plae. Although i have listened to english songs all my life, chinese songs seem to be much better than them now. im beginning to enjoy jay chou's songs more and more. the lyrics seem to narrate a beautiful tragedy. my fav among his numerous songs are undoubtedly he se mao yi and xin yu. beatuiful yet sad lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year passed juz like that. my class is ... my class. no better wae to describe. 6j is unique in its own ways. i have seen classes that was once very united and broken up and have alot of politics. 6j doesnt seem to have any conflict at all. ppl mind their own business and crap wif each other. the cliques doesnt seem to differ from tt at the starting of the year. 6j is realli smth tt carries me thru the difficult j1 year and im realli thankful for my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road ahead has been blurred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-116143568973275621?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/116143568973275621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=116143568973275621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116143568973275621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/116143568973275621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/10/intricate.html' title='intricate'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-116014780560437338</id><published>2006-10-06T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:16:45.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>Just came back from playing nite soccer. Still refreshed even though the haze is quite disturbing. Pretty long since i last blogged. Many things happened during this period of time. The thought of recalling them can be quite a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promos : Lets Jam Again. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promos period was the most stressed out period in my entire life. i nv ever mugged so hard or had sleepless nites. the memory of mugging till 3am for chem still haunts me. and for the 1st time in dunno how many yrs, i took my first afternoon nap right after the chem paper. exhaustion simply took over me and i did nt intend to study for the physics paper the dae after anywae. Straight after the maths paper i went to lanlab and juz unleash all the stress bottled in me for so long. even though i noobed arnd it was still quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after the promos period, i still dun feel any sense of happiness. The only difference is tt i dun have to come home n face piles of notes and tutorials. dota has lost its expected attraction. maple seems stupid. so i dun have any games to plae at all. its like im living everydae as it is without anything to look foward to the nxt day. sch has become a medium for me to pass my time faster and when i reach home i juz go out for a jog or plae soccer to tire myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then deres the FOS. i realli like to applaud my class for all their efforts they have shown and some of the girls realli took it to the extreme by playing numerous games a dae. there were oso alot of injuries. theres 1 guy whom i heard broke his head and bled like hell. eugene hu needed stitches n a gal hu dislocated her arm twice. i realli admire these ppl. all of them gt injured cuz they were trying to win for their class and fac. if i was in their shoes, i doubt i would go chase after a ball tt is goin out or continue competing after dislocating a shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this song on mosquito's blog and addicted to it immediately. touching video wif beautiful lyrics go watch:  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwTqjwGZJF8&amp;eurl"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XwTqjwGZJF8&amp;amp;eurl&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;What Hurts The Most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don’t bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I’m okBut that’s not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin’ to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I’m doin’ It&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Still HarderGetting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it overI would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-116014780560437338?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/116014780560437338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=116014780560437338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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jog. its nice and disturbing in a way. nice because its night nad disturbing cuz everywhere i turn and look 9/10 of the humans walking arnd are banglas. they strike fear in us due to their ability to camouflage and they contribute actively towards the increasing crime rates. shant comment anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthdae juz passed. pretty eventful in certain ways. got bonded, gt poled, gt creamed and so on. my bdae was always smth i look foward to every yr cuz its the teachers dae celebration. always a half dae followed by a sch holiday. 4f outing on thursdae. we geniusly played soccer in the rain for arnd 2 hours till we were soaking wet and nth dry to change into. then we went to plae pool. then went out wif ben n co to stone at west coast b4 i ended my birthdae. thanx u guys for the new soccer ball u all gave me. i like it alot. then fridae went out to watch barnyard at 10am wif genius ccb. then went to sch to mug but failed miserably, ended up surfing the web n looking at pics of maldives. then went to watch monster house wif yj in the evening. thank u for the box of cranes and ring. its realli cool and realli thanx for spending the time to make the cranes. to those hu plan to go watch monster house. u shld all check out the afro hair nigger policeman. hes freaking hilarious. thanx hao and jess for giving me a s-size tshirt which i dun tink i can fit into. bt the chocolate was nice. thanx qw for the nice bottle of seashells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big thanx to all those hu have wished me happy bdae and gave me those wonderful presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally realise y i suck so much at field soccer. when i normally plae wif loser lee and co, everything was fine. passes were accurate, we noe where each other is positioned, which is due to the fact we have played for so long togther. we can sort of predict each other's movement. bt wif 4f, everything is different. you have to work for the ball and make things happen by urself. it is more of a dribbling and long-direct passing style compared to the short-pass to the space and zhamming style im more accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love saturday nights. whether im hanging out wif my frens or juz alone at home, its always nice.  home alone on a rainy saturdae night is one of my most ideal way to spend time. a cup of warm milo beside my com n playing in house dota wif frens while its cold and thundering outside.  it used to happen in sec 4, lets hope it happens again after promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some hopes and wishes will nv come true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-115720965897904411?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/115720965897904411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=115720965897904411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/115720965897904411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/115720965897904411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/09/fantasy.html' title='fantasy'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-115530845979662255</id><published>2006-08-11T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:00:59.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>woohoo juz realised it had been 1 mnth since i have blogged or rather more than 1 mnth. indeed my blog has not been updated regularly and it is nt be about to change.  i will try to update at least 1 per mnth. although im roughly aware onli 4 or 5 of my close frens still read it bt i still wanna post smth so tt i can look back n laugh at my own foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gt back my block test results and it was a complete failure. dun wanna tok bout it juz makes me depress eveytime i mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deres nt much motivation in my life at all other than scoring an acceptable grade for my promos. i dun feel tts dere anything for me to look foward to anymore. the class is the same, the boring lessons r the same, nth realli tt spurs me on whenever i wake up in the morning. every weeks from omndae to fridae, i will look foward to the weekends. then i will dread the week days and look foward to the weekend again. im really glad to have a fun and lame class to cheer me up during lessons and breaks. deres always 1 dae of the week tt slightly lifts my mood up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the 2e outing tt went exceptionally well. i was actually surprised by the number of ppl hu turned up. even those hu usually were nt realli enthu bout outings n stuffs turn out. we went to sentosa and had plenty of fun n laughter. it realli seemed like it was 2e in a classroom all over again. ppl niao each other, say stupid things and most importantly enjoyed themselves. laughter could be heard almost every single moment during tt outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soccer nids to be polished urgently. i used to tink tt i was always fine and played ok football. bt theres defintely nt the case. i dun have the physical attributes like speed, pace, strength like some ppl do. i defintely do not have the flawless technical abilities or the brains to kip myself composed or create a goal out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wars r always bad. no matter how large or minute the scale, it always end up wif both parties injured. be it a physical or emotional battle, you will have already lost smth b4 it even started. to surrender to a stronger opponent avoid any casualties, i will be willing to do tt. Why try if you know u will eventually lose? Victor takes it all. but i still will have frenship to treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-115530845979662255?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/115530845979662255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=115530845979662255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/115530845979662255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/115530845979662255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-115210789662668175</id><published>2006-07-05T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T06:59:12.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>half a year had passed and i feel that i have done nothing significant at all. results sux, life is in a mess. actually i hope future entries from this blog will be read by as few people as possible except for close frens of mine so yakky.blogspot.com has officially gone into camouflage mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good game. no better description. 100percent flunk all subjects despite mugging a few weeks beforehand. so i conclude that either i have start mugging way before any incoming test or just totally give up. at least it had been a wake up call for me to start listening to tutorials and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have many good frens around me and im really grateful for that. the soccer gang that grew with me since i was in secondary or even date back to primary school days, my beloved 4f 2e, my current classamates, certain schoolmates, kevin n co, jess n co,etc. always dere for me whenever i needed someone to talk to or just to have fun with. however certain friends had always received negative feedbacks from my other frens whenever i hang out with them. questions were often asked y i hang out with losers, fuckers, no brainers. no matter in hc or nt, i was often criticised for hanging out with them inspite of various stuffs they had done to me. kiddish n lame they maybe, i still very much enjoy their company. however, after listening to many advices from different ppl from different sch, different age group and different background, i can conclude that they r nt exactly the type of ppl that u can consider as long term frens. two words of advice my dear frens: grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dota n maple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dota skills still noobing arnd, no longer the player i used to be. maple lost its attraction, so onli my mum plays it nowadaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spain had been knocked out. sad they were full of untapped potential that could be unleashed to form a formidable squad. xavi, alonso, joaquin, fabregas, torres, villa are few of the many raw gems that have yet to be polished. give them more time and matches and they will produce many moments of magic. so with the limited number of choices im given, im defintely rooting for italy. strong defence is often the key to winning games, boring they maybe but im sure they will have many surprise awaiting us in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel as cheerful as i used to be anymore. things change even though you dun want them to. all good things have to come to an end. nt looking back, nt regretting, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-115210789662668175?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/115210789662668175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=115210789662668175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/115210789662668175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/115210789662668175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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They done it again in Cardiff. Liverpool has once proved that they are indeed the comeback kings. Who can forget the comeback from a 3-0 deficit against AC Milan, one of the major powerhouse of Europe. Memorable goals from Gerrard, Smicer and Alonso in the 6 or 8 minutes of frenzy in the 2nd half of the Champions League Final. And who can forget the theatrics of Jerzy Dudek when facing experienced penalty takers. The moment of satisfaction when Shevchenko mishit that penalty. Then in Cardiff, Liverpool were 2-0 down in the first half thanks to various fluke goals and own goals. Then that no brain funny black man cisse finally score to narrow the gap. Then 2nd half, captain Gerrard scored to level the score but west ham lead again by yet another tyco goal.  then there was the 90th min, i alr gave up all hope of liverpool making a miraculously. then tyocly or wadeva, gerrard anyhow zham oso the ball go into the net. nonetheless, it was a beauty. then liverpool won on penalties. moral of story: life is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok blog bout my last week, pretty fun week cuz there was onli 2 daes of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mondae was labour dae i  forgot wad i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tuesdae was a sch dae. nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesdae was interact council election dae. damm sian. sit n stone in the ultimate cold room listening to ppl being hypocrites trying their best to improve their portfolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursdae was sports dae. pon the entire thing walking arnd the high sch doin nth. ltr went to lanlab to plae lan wif 4f. got thrashed badly on tt dae and i admit it. mr ping owned fair n sqaure. after went to kick soccer wif loser lee, mouxiao, wh, wil. played in tt mini street soccer court very fun. onli disadvantage is tt we started at 10plus so it was hard to plae until we happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fridae was vesak dae. originally wanted to go out n mug wif mr ping in the afternoon but tt selenge scared of the rain so push all the wae back to 7plus. then realsied library not open on public holidae. so went to coffee bean wif ping and a female version of ping to mug. went home plae dota and maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturdae very selenge dae. i forgot wad i did during the dae. bought a mother's dae present. a cuddly thing. then at nite watch fa cup final. then here comes the lamest thing u will ever hear. it was 1130pm at nite. it is cold, pitch black and full of banglas n bin ladens. then genius lj called me. 'hello we coming over to ur house now, kick ball. plz meet us downstairs.' tio stunned. tot it was a joke. went to maple. vic n hut all sae the same thing. became worried then confirmed they r realli coming. for what reason onli geniuses noe. my mum was shocked when i told her i was going to plae soccer. it was 1150pm. but she let me go all thanx to tt mother daes present i bought her. all the reason..... those SELENGES tot it was my bdae on sundae n wanted to celebrate wif me. totally genius. where they heard it from? from genius jess hu anyhow post on her blog. n they believed. nvm realiesd it was a mistake but played all the same. cooling n fun. remind me of the old time. plenty of fun and laughter, although u guys r very stupid but u all still made my dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite soccer owns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-114770218402088895?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/114770218402088895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=114770218402088895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114770218402088895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114770218402088895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/05/selenge.html' title='selenge'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-114648540329507892</id><published>2006-05-01T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T05:10:03.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i juz realised im actually blogging on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timeline: fridae to mondae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridae&lt;br /&gt;Fridae is the dae i look fowards the most every week. the dae passed normally. boring lessons boring lectures n stuff. Mr U started to get on my nerves but i can still take tt.  after sch went to suntec wif Mr Ping to look for my Mercurial Vapour but to no avail again.  then went to mac to eat when i got the sudden inspiration to plae soccer. it was a stroke of genius. i called up selenge lee n he was fine wif it. then came mr owenhonigo n mr wil. we started playing at arnd 9 at nite. i always liked playing soccer at nite. the weather is cool and there are not many sucide bombers arnd at tt time. intended to played beautiful soccer but ended up failing miserably. i guess i got no flair in joga bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdae&lt;br /&gt;Saturdae was a hectic dae. the day started off at 10am when i met up wif mr mofo n mr knn to go the library to mug. but we ended up toking cock and looking at dick brain guys trying to impress bimbotic girls. very interesting. went back home to rest b4 heading to zhiqun home for free lan gaming sessions. it was a reunion for the thrash can co. it has been a long time since i meet up wif them n i muz sae i miss the gd old days. it was about 12am when we started to plae dota. won 3 lost 1 b4 we decided to end the dae. still nt feeling sleepy, jess n j.su asked to plae maple wif them. since i was nt tired, i decided to train my hopeless archer. it was realli gd having henysys (wadeva the spelling) hunting ground all to urself n happily slicing the slimes away. then 3 motherfuckers , namely timothy, han ran and xian hao came into the room n started to laugh at me playing maple. at 1st its juz normal niaoing n i joked arnd wif them saying im gay. but it got from bad to worse.  started to comment tt i turned to a loser n vulgarities came in. jokes are alrite but dun take it too far. i have been dying to sae this. 3 of u r act seh not seh, act cool not cool, act beng buay beng, act smart but no brains. not happy juz fuck off. i onli tok to u all cuz u r frens of zhiqun n plae above average dota. nvm move on. after tt when 2 tok to the 2 les. they r realli gd frens n give realli gd advices. i thank u two for tt although i still tink u r lezzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;the grudge match dae. went some place in woodlands wif a realli cool street court. its completely covered like a metal cage. very very cool. vic, ly, lh, sean n me against some innova guys. played some hardcore soccer for 2houurs. i muz sae it is nothing like joga bonito. multiple kicks in the shin n countless balls zhmmed in the face n stomach. not a gd match. then went to plae pool. lost nothing to sae. n on to lan. FIVE STUNNERS. it was supposed to be random match. then those losers go purposedly put ap and ask us random. then those mofos go pick themselves. i got dwarven sniper. my lane got na n sandking n im partnering a drow ranger hu nv learn silence. haha no offence to vic but u remind me of a hc guy call YUFENG. lost the game n they tink they very gre8 like tt. 2nd game ar. i damm heng tio bone. 1st item divine 2nd item divine. u can sae im cocky but against this kinda of kaobei kias u nid to be cocky. after tt went to sean's house to watch some dumb movies. went home to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondae&lt;br /&gt;nothing eventful. juz went to the library to mug a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sortof gave up on tt gal. cuz im pretty loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx mr m for helping me kip a lookout. ur pudge is pretty ok looking after i c for some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-114648540329507892?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/114648540329507892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=114648540329507892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114648540329507892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114648540329507892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-114562973381299791</id><published>2006-04-21T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T07:28:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>haha finally update again. quite a few things to talk about in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mercurial Vapour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soccer boots of my dreams. the boots is maroon in colour with a slick style. total ownage boots. at first i was aiming for the new world cup boots with the golden tick which is recently in fashion. but i changed my mind at once i saw vapour. it thrashed the world cup boots in style and sehness.  i combed the entire queenswae with our dear gaylee to find this pair boots wif my size. after an entire afternoon of hard work, we still cant find anything.  then we gave up at 6plus n headed back home. i went to jurong point n met pimpress j. so she combed jp wif me but oso cannot find my size. so sibeh pissed. then after tt i went home. then i told my parents bout my quest for this boots. then my dad suddenly damm boliao n decided to take me to imm to buy it. but in the end still cannot find... but nvm i shall find it somedae soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results suck badly. but tts not bad given tt i didnt mug much. i didnt mug for physics and econs but i mug a lil for maths. so ended up failing physics n 100percent failing maths. haha but on the other hand the whole class failed together so im not tt bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-existing self deluding love life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to post here. juz to let every1 hu read my blog noe tt im not tt despo to change galfrens every week. the current 1 i like very long alr n still nv change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story of Mr E (PArt 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr E continues to walk. Mr E starts to accept his class. So quite happy everydae. Mr E spots the tree waving along the beach every other dae. but dun sae anything or it will cause chaos around the world. Mr E tok to hei ren. he very happy cuz the girl he likes likes him back. so happy for him. Mr B continues his passion to master the game of mahjong. but now he nv win a single game b4. snorlax tok to mr e tt dae. can tell he still likes to plae wif his loudspeaker so mr e tells him not to give up. mr dick, mr l, mr ping sometimes piss mr e off but mr e saw the light n dun care bout their insults anymore. mr e c alot of cliques in the sch. but onli find meng n alliance fun to crap wif.  mr e wants to plae soccer but onli can wait until some saturdaes to plae wif some gd old frens.  story goes on.... to tired to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YE ZI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-114562973381299791?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/114562973381299791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=114562973381299791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114562973381299791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114562973381299791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-114433202191552587</id><published>2006-04-06T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:09:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sian juz update for fun</title><content type='html'>damm sian... time passes so fast. its alr april n i did not even realli begin to mug. still slacking n crapping n playing. nvm on to other lame stuffs n the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06s6j&lt;br /&gt;the class is shit at 1st but seem pretty fun now, although still pretty separated now. 4 major cliques. im in da lame crappy 1 so tt makes it smth i can look foward to when i go to sch. 2nd belongs to prc. 3rd belongs to lame n crappy ppl but totally different frequency from me. 4th belongs to the most complicated ppl of all which i have totally no interest in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da gal&lt;br /&gt;da gal is a very complicated issue which i have no interest in sharing wif known n unknown ppl reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORY OF MR E (PART 1) infer plz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one sunny morning, mr e goes to sch as usual. but he slowly see the evolution of his class. ppl hu dunno each other became gd frens while ppl who noe each other for years stopped talking to each other. mr e despise moon face. every1 hu craps wif mr e despise moon face too. moon face is a backstabbing hypocrite hu is despo for girls, esp mahjong face. then one day b came across mr e's path n told mr e he likes to plae mahjong. mr e tells b the moon face is already more pro in playing mahjong than him. mr e move arnd sch. he spots a tree waving along the beach. plain as it maybe but certainly got its charm as well. however the tree alr belongs local tribes n mr e is confused. shld he fight wif the tribes or juz give up. mr e spots more frens. some frens he still recognis but other change totally. not on the outside but on the inside. some frens tt nv change are ppl like the snorlax. snorlax likes to plae with the loudspeaker but he scare the loudspeaker may backfire anytime. so mr e tells snorlax to wait. mr e spots mr m. mr m alr got a pudge for a wife n mr e feels happy for him. mr e msg his fren from other sch. mr dao oso suffering from bgr problems. but mr e got no cure for him cuz he refuse to tell mr e anything. mr e nearly got bonded n poled by different frens on many occasions. so mr e very scared n stay low profile as long as possible....... the adventure continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-114433202191552587?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/114433202191552587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=114433202191552587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114433202191552587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114433202191552587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Friends that entered at different periods of life and left different impacts on me. Through the years, I have to admit people do change by a significant amount. Some friends are indeed proven to be true and worthy friends while others may just be an acquittance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first group of friends are the ones that i can tell everything to. No matter how insignificant or how important the stuffs i tell them, they are always there to listen and comment.  For this i thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second group of friends. The group that frasturates yet intrigues me. They had been friends with me for a considerable period of time and yet they still do not earn my trust. They can joke and crap around but when it comes to serious matters they do not know how to act appropriately. Sometimes they even resort to backstabbing and fabricating of stories to attract attention. They feed on our darker inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third group of people are just acquittance. These are the ppl i had known for a certain period of time and yet we have no commopn topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-114139503535420413?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/114139503535420413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=114139503535420413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114139503535420413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/114139503535420413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/03/bafflement.html' title='Bafflement'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-113879718363035680</id><published>2006-02-01T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T04:33:03.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>our paths led onto different directions, never to intertwine again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY had been a blur.  Exploding firecrackers, hardcore gaming, midnight visits to friends' houses. The same stuffs I had been doing for years. But what makes this year's CNY holidays more meaningful than others is the lazy sleepy afternoons. I made use of this time to think through about life. Some may think life is all about mugging hard and accomplish good results to have a good life ahead. Others just find slacking a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life is indeed engaging. I can hardly find the time to indulge in activities that i once loved in the past. Afternoon gaming sessions, movie outings, soccer and many more vanquished from my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts bout it. the prophecy was fulfilled. end of speculation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-113879718363035680?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/113879718363035680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=113879718363035680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/113879718363035680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/113879718363035680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-113767912624941393</id><published>2006-01-19T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T05:58:46.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mist...</title><content type='html'>Friendships. They are bonds that are so brittle yet so solid. Solid as they can be, but it only takes a small force to break them apart.  People from all walks of life have strolled into my life. Some stayed for as long as i can recall, others  left without trace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I have known for years had disappeared in a blink of an eye, sometimes without even saying goodbye. Micheal, Yuhyang, Yuhshi are just some of the few that had migrated to ther countries recently. They can be said as my pals whom i went through thick and thin with. Friends that spent time with me, crapped with me, got tortured wif me. They will definetely still be my good friends have not they left for other countries. Worse of all, i did not even manage to bade some of them goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnathon and Peishi, two of those who have migrated yet still kept in contact with me. Although we only talked on msn every once a week, we are still extremely close friends. Whenever they come back to Singapore to visit, the moments we spend together are priceless and fufilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just walk in and out of your lives, sometimes they even know that they have made such a huge imprint upon your memory. They leave silently, quietly and sometimes unknowingly. I have come to realsie people do not have seconds chances in their life. &lt;em&gt;You only got one chance, do not miss the chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetimes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my mistakes i have committed in the past, i will rectify them in the present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special mention: yeeboon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-113767912624941393?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/113767912624941393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=113767912624941393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/113767912624941393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/113767912624941393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/01/mist.html' title='mist...'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-113698507915446130</id><published>2006-01-11T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T05:11:19.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>1 and a half week has just gone by like that. orientation was lame, tiring, fun and worthwhile. some came into and left my life without much of impact, others left a lasting impression. to my acquittance during orientation, i hope you have a nice jc life ahead of you. those who left an imprint in my memories, i hope we will still keep in contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my og group is what you would call average. average in team spirit, average in enthusiasm, etc. it was with this og that i discovered the reason why guys hate posers and girls love posers. true friendships were hopefully forged and bad memories were hopefully left behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a meaningful day that marked the change in my class. they turned from lame slackers who do not give a damm about anything to become sincerely interested in class activities and seemingly, enjoy themselves at the same time. a leader is defintely necessary in troubled and confused times. i would like to specially acknowledge alex for his motivation and commitment although he had left this class for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your actions definetely is much more important than verbal exchange during communication. a simple smile or a wave to say hello will make brighten your day rather than loads of mindless crap. i really hope to meet someone that i can share my problems with and converse about serious matters... BUT CRAPPERS STILL ROCK DA HOUSE DOWN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-113698507915446130?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/113698507915446130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=113698507915446130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/113698507915446130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/113698507915446130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20390725.post-113610490376403153</id><published>2006-01-01T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:59:21.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of 2006, End of 2005</title><content type='html'>Ok i must have been out of my mind to be blogging. Just want to acknowledge those who have been close to me throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. the soccer-loving group which originated since primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Lee--- Brainy guy whose hobby is to mug, hes not a nerd though. Super fast with endless stamina on and off the pitch. Nimble footwork and one of the better soccer players i know. I wanna thank him for finding time to talk to me even when he flirts and studies non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Hong--- Steven Gerrard style of playing. Can burst from defence to attack with great energy and fantastic dribbling skills. More famous for his thundering long shots An avid gamer&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard and Yi Hong--- My 2 good friends since psch. Both have the ability to crap alot. Hardworking players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson and Mou--- Both i have known through playing with them. Nice to talk to. Mou is the most determined player i have ever seen with his kungfu abilities. Wilson is a crafty player with excellent shooting and dribbling abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres still many others but due to time constraint i can only go so far.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;2. my beloved class 4f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midget ng--- class chairman who is very lame and crappy. excellent pal during troubled times. loves micheal owen although he sucks. very agile soccer player which great speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog--- lame guy. 1 of the guys hu i niao the most in class. highly eccentric personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bp liang, glk, n noob face--- these 3 guys provide me with the crucial form of entertainment during the boring school hours. they can sing, crap and do stupid stuffs. great way to past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chong jie and wx--- great friends and helped me with my studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dota players--- jy,kai,lardo,sameul,goof and majority of the class. fun-loving and play great games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; 3. rest of hc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ping, ah ren,blu,hy,tiko,leon and co.--- excellent crappers and love to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ccb---taught me how to play tennis with the result of a sprained back. roddick always wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;np guys--- 4years of torture together has formed strong bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4.  Thrash-Brain Co&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw,kl, tw--- always there to cheer me up with their lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entire co--- revolutionary way of playing soccer. cannot train skills but still extremely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;5. random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng tuition class guys--- give me something to look foward to every thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anne--- open-minded person with great advices. cheeky player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris.a---- peter parker picked a peppered salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends for lazy afternoons--- hangs out at orchard but you guys do too much shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huixin,kelvin and joanne--- organisers of great gatherings&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha there are still alot of people whose names should be up here but as you know i do not have the required determination to list them all. thank you all of u for making an impact in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, please tag. or else i wun feel like blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20390725-113610490376403153?l=yakky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/feeds/113610490376403153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20390725&amp;postID=113610490376403153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/113610490376403153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20390725/posts/default/113610490376403153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yakky.blogspot.com/2006/01/start-of-2006-end-of-2005.html' title='Start of 2006, End of 2005'/><author><name>yakkyyakyak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01992498987187694398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
