<?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-8114777</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:31:51.184+08:00</updated><category term='Emotion breakdown'/><category term='NS'/><category term='Broken Promises'/><title type='text'>Hairless Heirless</title><subtitle type='html'>A hairless heirless walked into the salon and asked for a bottle of Children tonic 101.

I said "Sir. I dun specialise in sex but I do have a bottle of Hair tonic 101 for your baldness." 

Out he went feeling angry, looking for both a bottle of Children tonic 101 and Hair tonic 101. Cos he is still a hairless heirless.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-9002355753747477789</id><published>2010-01-22T08:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:25:16.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving</title><content type='html'>I will be away on a diving trip to Cebu. Will blog about it when I come back! I promie!!! wahahah! So people do stay in tune. Now I have a underwater cam. That means you get to see me in water with fishes and my fats!!! LOL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-9002355753747477789?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/9002355753747477789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=9002355753747477789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/9002355753747477789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/9002355753747477789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2010/01/diving.html' title='Diving'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-8600218816410103067</id><published>2009-12-02T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:08:19.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><title type='text'>One year ago</title><content type='html'>On the very same day, one year ago, at this very moment, I was at P. Tekong lying down on the bed and wondering how army was going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very day, I celebrate my one year anniversary being in the SAF. Just one more bloody year to go before I hear the three letters that most young adults want to hear. ORD. I can still remember the training days at BMT. Ah~ Takes me back a little. It was hell but yet fun. Everyone else was suffering with you and somehow, it feels somewhat less horrendous than it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that crap I've been through, POP came and it felt almost surreal. I was glad yet sad that I have to leave my SGTs and sir's. I am no longer in the comfort zone where punishment was just as simple as doing push ups anymore. Now, every single mistake we make, its all about signing extra guard duties and with a little luck, maybe SOL or DB. I shan't bother explaining all the abbreviations. Too lazy to and have been asked once too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the pictures taken during POP made me realise that army is not that terrible at all. It has its share of fun as well as its share of crap where all of us has to take in one way or the other. Long gone are the days where SGT and Sir punish us for no apparent reason. In comparison to the past, army has certainly been better. When the older generation tells you how scary army is, tell them that they are fucking talking crap and then enter your passageway to adulthood and experience it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was supposed to post these pictures up when I POP, but I am a tad bit too late. So, here it is now. Enjoy. This is Wei Xin signing off for the night and there's only 1 more year to go. Hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SxaOgcQFMxI/AAAAAAAAASM/2zT0Ap7a2TU/s1600-h/CIMG0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SxaOgcQFMxI/AAAAAAAAASM/2zT0Ap7a2TU/s400/CIMG0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410668690322830098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the lousy quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SxaQheeR3YI/AAAAAAAAASU/MDvjV9OICcM/s1600-h/CIMG0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SxaQheeR3YI/AAAAAAAAASU/MDvjV9OICcM/s400/CIMG0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410670907122376066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-8600218816410103067?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/8600218816410103067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=8600218816410103067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/8600218816410103067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/8600218816410103067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SxaOgcQFMxI/AAAAAAAAASM/2zT0Ap7a2TU/s72-c/CIMG0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-8599491373410594439</id><published>2009-11-30T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:12:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect girl</title><content type='html'>Isn't it every guy's dream to meet that perfect girl? The one with looks so good that you start to wonder if your eyes are looking at a mirage. The one with a body so hot that you might instantaneously combust into nothingness if you stand too near her. Or perhaps the one with the intellect that would blow you (one way or the other) away when you converse with her. The one with the heart so kind that you are half expecting to see a halo radiating with light above her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure most guys would want that in the girl he really really likes. But let us leave this folklore about the perfect girl which in case you guys do not know, does not exist at all, and return to this harsh cold reality where girls are more, erm, normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am about to describe are the attributes that would make an almost perfect girl to MY liking. I will not be far fetched and say things impossible for people to actually achieve. Rather keeping it down to earth so I might be able to actually find such a girl. If anyone watched, "The Ugly Truth", they mentioned that all guys are so sex driven and that is all they want in a girl, I would dare say that its crap and not so true at all. Hey, I ain't proclaiming that I am gay nor am I trying to prove that I am one level above the so called male species. In fact, I admit to thinking about sex most of the times. It is just that I don't show it. What I am trying to say is that as much as females are looking for love in a romance, we males are looking for the same thing too. Then again, it is just a movie, so I am not going to argue much on this whole "man are sex-hungry monsters" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my list of attributes that would contribute to the ALMOST perfect girl (again), to MY liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like all things cute. There isn't a need for my perfect girl to be ridiculously beautiful. She just has to be cute. Of cos, being beautiful is a bonus. (Does this explain anything? Lol~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No short hair please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Able to converse intelligently. I don't need you to speak to me about quantum mechanics or shit like these. Just being able to perfectly bring across your point and have constructing arguments, I am very much interested in you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ability to withstand the fact that most of my friends are girls and that you will never restrict me from hanging out with them due to your jealousy or insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Please. Do. Not. Defy. Logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. 5 simple rules is all it takes to be my almost perfect girl. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't expect everyone to be like that. Besides, being in love is all about accepting the flaws and finding the perfection in others rather than loving them for their perfection. In case you are wondering why the sudden post, it is to address someone who asked me such a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long week ahead. I wish those who are having exams now the best and make sure to aim for the top! Woosh! Took me quite a while to come up with something like that. 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Yes you heard me. I don't mean boxing as in puting someone or something in a box but rather the sport BOXING where you punch the bejabbers out of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start bursting out at how I will be a punching bag to others most of the time, I really wanted to take up some sport and some kind of martial art. So, anyone interested? Maybe we can go to the boxing gym and make some new friends and learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-398798678406845365?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/398798678406845365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=398798678406845365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/398798678406845365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/398798678406845365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2009/11/should-i-or-should-i-not.html' title='Should I or should I not?'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-8303345176277604703</id><published>2009-11-22T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:01:59.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>Ok. This shall be a very short post although it has been a while since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed the outlook to something more nice looking until I find some unknowing victim to help me make a customised skin. This new outlook will also mark my return to the blogsphere as I will definitely be coming here more often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people. Have fun and try not to miss me too much. I still love you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Barfs at my own words.* Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-8303345176277604703?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/8303345176277604703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=8303345176277604703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/8303345176277604703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/8303345176277604703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-5488717890110368043</id><published>2009-07-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:40:55.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion breakdown'/><title type='text'>Ups and downs</title><content type='html'>Recently, my life is full of ups and downs. Ok. So there's  more down than up. But still, its not something to get me down so easily. Although I do admit on some occasion, I get really uptight and feel as though I am going to implode due to all these pent up feelings inside me. I guess you can say I can pretty much pull off a poker face even though I had like a real fucked up day. With a little more effort, I am certain I can still smile at you like I just won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, there are certain things that just can't seem to get out of my life. Many a times, I have fooled even myself into thinking that all is fine but only to realise that the problem isn't going to magically go away. Yes I know it is cowardly of me to run from problems, but hey, I am sure you do too. So don't start being judgemental towards me. Many would think that I have an abundance of friends to hear and help me out. That is true, but by engaging them, it would mean there will be repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to confide in someone close to me, I also want someone whom I do not know at all and I can tell that person as much as I want without having to worry about what might happen after that. Perhaps a way to get everything off my chest. Be it small little things like how much I hate someone at work to bigger things like how I really feel for someone. I just wish that everything can be temporarily be gotten off off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that words are cheap. I have to prove it by actions. I solemly agree. Therefore, very soon, I shall make my words turn into actions to prove my points. Never again will I be described as someone whom throw words only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-News Flash-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recieved an sms. As usual, small little things like these hurt me as well. Makes me feel that no matter what effort I have put in is gone to waste. However, you will not know because I would never tell you how I really feel towards your actions. You might ask, but still you will not know. No matter how you badger me. In fact, I suppose no one will know. I won't tell anyone ever. One thing I have learnt in life is that, if you want to keep a secret, tell no one. Not a single living or dead soul. Keep it to yourself until you die or you decided that it shouldn't be a secret no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything here pretty much sums up how crappy I really feel in these few days or perhaps weeks to come. I am happy about one thing though. My best friend is back in town to celebrate my 21st. I feel that this is the only thing that is keeping my spirits up or else I would have broken down long ago. Seems like I would have to thank her for helping me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-5488717890110368043?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/5488717890110368043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=5488717890110368043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5488717890110368043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5488717890110368043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2009/07/recently-my-life-is-full-of-ups-and.html' title='Ups and downs'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-8698172089888015403</id><published>2009-05-19T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:11:41.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This place has become a place of bitching for me as of late</title><content type='html'>Quite a number of issues have been bugging me. As of now, I am at some god forsaken camp which is located near a bunch of dead bodies buried six feet under. This camp is so secluded that even the dead souls nearby wouldn't even wanna come in. To top it off, I am fitted into a group where I am so misplaced. I used to be able to respect people that are not socially accepted people. But it has occured to me that most of them are just plain stupid, childish and just all talk. Especially when they band together and make you feel like you are an outcast when it is really them who can't grow up and think logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't get bothered by it, but it is kind of difficult when you know you have to face them for the rest of 2 years. I know how they always say, "If you can't beat em`, join them.&lt;br /&gt;" But I don't wanna turn stupid and childish! I still want to keep my sanity intact and be able to logically figure out what 1 + 1 equals to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is just the military part of my life. On a happy note, things there are quite relaxed and slow paced. I quite like the instructors there. That is pretty much about the thing I like about that place. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Lin and I had a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If subject A feels that in a duration of a month felt like a year had just passed by, would time had pass by fast or has it slowed down for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are all your answers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-8698172089888015403?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/8698172089888015403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=8698172089888015403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/8698172089888015403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/8698172089888015403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-place-has-become-place-of-bitching.html' title='This place has become a place of bitching for me as of late'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-7731357292705468685</id><published>2009-03-30T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:46:43.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating so you pussies can get off my back</title><content type='html'>I am serving my nation now. Currently getting my crappy ass up at 5.20 a.m every day just to make my way to an institute where I learn how to strip a humongous tank apart and then lubricating it, all just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened and some things just NEVER change. Like how certain people can't seem to get off your back even though you are of a certain age. Or how when they command or reprimand you without and logical reason. Very much like in the army, where they ask you to sign extra and explain yourself later irregardless of how valid your excuse is. But hey, who am I to argue? I just learn how they act and later pin it on them when I use it back on them.  After all, its all about learning from the ones whom are supposed to lead you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention many tend to do things without thinking about other people's feelings. Selfish might be the appropriate word. If the things you do seem to inconvinience others, I suggest you stay the fuck far far away from me. I cannot stand people like you neither do I want to even try because the very basis of morality is to have the common sense to do things that wouldn't even trouble people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said too much perhaps. Will continue to rant some other time as I can feel immense pressure right now to coerce me to get off the terminal. One last point to note, people take it for granted that the place where I am most of the time, has lots of things to do and therefore I should not occupy myself with just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you are able to understand what the writer has just wrote, you probably know him well and are regarded as a very good friend. If you don't seem to understand, don't worry, the writer is just as bewildered as you are.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-7731357292705468685?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/7731357292705468685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=7731357292705468685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/7731357292705468685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/7731357292705468685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2009/03/updating-so-you-pussies-can-get-off-my.html' title='Updating so you pussies can get off my back'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-2320599292631703936</id><published>2009-01-25T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:52:43.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Promises'/><title type='text'>Ok. So I am quite an ass.</title><content type='html'>I must sincerely apologise. Yet again, I broke my promise of blogging weekly. Believe me. I have been spending weekends at the computer and blogger's website thinking of what to write. However, whenever I type to a certain point, I start to get writer's block and then have no idea how to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! It struck agai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok. This is where I admit, I am just too fucking lazy. Will update you people on some NS politics when I am done with CNY. The festive season is just sapping my energy away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-2320599292631703936?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/2320599292631703936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=2320599292631703936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/2320599292631703936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/2320599292631703936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-so-i-am-quite-ass.html' title='Ok. So I am quite an ass.'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-3617248381365256724</id><published>2008-12-08T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:09:20.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><title type='text'>Lucky~</title><content type='html'>I am very lucky to be able to book out during my confinement week. As of this moment, I am supposed to be on that island doing something but here I am due to a public holiday. Feeling happy about it. Enough said on that, I am blogging like I promised to and I wanna note down certain memories as well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people have been asking me the same questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is NS? Is the food nice? Got slim down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not really in the mood to say the same things over and over. So I shall just answer them here. All my answers are based on my feelings and opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is NS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that the toughness of NS is purely based on your attitude towards it. If you are enthusiastic about it, it wouldn't at all feel like a boring or irritating chore. In fact, I am quite looking forward to it. But to me, NS feels like there is someone there who latches an invisible string onto you the moment you step into Tekong. We do not have to fret about anything nor make any decisions. We just have to do as we are told and we will get by each day like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food is pretty much all right. I have nothing against it. Just that I wish they would serve more coffee in the morning and probably serve ice as well. As for slimming down, haha, I don't think I did YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. I am going to stop here for now. I am getting ready to book in now. Until then, the caretaker of this place will pop up from time to time. (I hope.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I am botak now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S: I think I look hot in the army uniform. Girls who like men in uniform, please be prepared! LOL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-3617248381365256724?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/3617248381365256724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=3617248381365256724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3617248381365256724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3617248381365256724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucky.html' title='Lucky~'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-3834143952624822392</id><published>2008-12-03T07:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:50:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir, YES SIR!!!</title><content type='html'>While WX is being shipped off for national service, I'd (clearly the other contributor) hereby like to give my condolences. WX has been the best friend, brother &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and bitch)&lt;/span&gt; anyone can ask for and you will be dearly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Moment of silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH HA HA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why didn't you go in completely hung-over like I told you to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-3834143952624822392?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/3834143952624822392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=3834143952624822392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3834143952624822392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3834143952624822392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2008/12/sir-yes-sir.html' title='Sir, YES SIR!!!'/><author><name>lin`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06555883282980111539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-5542188328380347550</id><published>2008-12-02T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:44:46.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><title type='text'>Goodbye mainland and hello Tekong</title><content type='html'>I will be going off to Tekong in just hours time. Finally it is time for me to serve the nation and to instill the sense of protection for my country. I am just here to say that I will be in BMT and I made a promise to blog once a week. Except for this couple of weeks. Confinement week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will keep you guys updated. :) See ya soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-5542188328380347550?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/5542188328380347550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=5542188328380347550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5542188328380347550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5542188328380347550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-mainland-and-hello-tekong.html' title='Goodbye mainland and hello Tekong'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-7828058154034497306</id><published>2008-11-19T12:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:47:30.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the last fucking time, &lt;/span&gt;I am sick and tired of females using PMS as an excuse for almost every single thing. If you girls decide to flare up and get angry at me for no apparent reason when I come into contact with you, please fucking at least have the decency to fucking apologise after you tell me that you are suffering from PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not God and neither am I sick enough to fucking keep track of your PMS cycle, so I am not able to tell whether you have one when I start talking to you. As much as you hate your PMS, I also hate it because ultimately it is us guys who fucking get the blunt end of EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So please do us a fucking favour when you have PMS and seclude yourself from us so we will not risk our fucking lives to talk to you without knowing that you would blow up at any time. This isn't the first time I am getting this shit from someone who has PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We guys can be understanding so as long you girls are sane enough to realise how silly you are acting while under the influence of your PMS. If you think you can fucking get away with PMS, I suggest you start brandishing a knife and stab everyone you see and then tell the fucking judge that you have PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU GIRLS INTEND TO START DEFENDING YOURSELF, MAKE FUCKING SURE YOU ARE NOT HAVING PMS SO AT THE VERY LEAST YOU ARE FUCKING SANE WHEN SPEAKING TO ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-7828058154034497306?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/7828058154034497306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=7828058154034497306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/7828058154034497306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/7828058154034497306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-pissed.html' title='I am pissed'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-967994634287472786</id><published>2008-06-29T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:03.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In just a few more years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGemSLDfDkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BKxkW0R0wZA/s1600-h/Comics.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGemSLDfDkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BKxkW0R0wZA/s400/Comics.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217321524467273282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can open my own manga shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone out there has Flame of Recca to sell? I want volume 3 to 16!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-967994634287472786?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/967994634287472786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=967994634287472786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/967994634287472786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/967994634287472786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-just-few-more-years.html' title='In just a few more years...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGemSLDfDkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BKxkW0R0wZA/s72-c/Comics.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-574951740272067135</id><published>2008-06-25T23:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:05.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting into the nostalgic mood recently</title><content type='html'>You know there are times when you decided to clean your room because there is no more walking space? Everytime you venture into your room, its like walking into a jungle or a maze where you have move and turn at every possible turn. Or even worse, you have to start walking on tip toes until you vacate the room. Those are the possible reasons are why you should clean your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might ask, don't you have shelves and cupboards to put your things? Yes I do. But where else can you put you stuff when those places are filled up as well? Obviously the floor becomes the next best option to put your things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic, I was cleaning my room and I found photos of me when I was young. Really young. So young that I was doubting if I was the boy in the pictures I saw. Oh well. Some are just plain funny and some are just weird. I ain't gonna write &lt;br /&gt;more, just look at the pictures and laugh all you want. I am sure, at the very least, that I was cuter than most of you when you were at that same age. And if you are to ask what has happened such that I turn out like this now, you are so bloody asking for it. So be warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqC_08JTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sdLC1o7Qsds/s1600-h/scan0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqC_08JTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sdLC1o7Qsds/s400/scan0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215847918174217522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look! Stumpy arms and legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. Here's a close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqUDPyLrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ctv9C1XBZh4/s1600-h/scan0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqUDPyLrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ctv9C1XBZh4/s400/scan0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215848211149893298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqdvHeTSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xcw96iZ18T4/s1600-h/scan0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqdvHeTSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xcw96iZ18T4/s400/scan0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215848377545018658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I. Look at how old school the television is. Wow. That is one old shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqwyyFGeI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ooxfpbrq2YE/s1600-h/scan0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqwyyFGeI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ooxfpbrq2YE/s400/scan0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215848704946543074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my siblings and I looked like when we are awoken from our sleep. Perhaps you want to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. 15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJrCqi3wOI/AAAAAAAAALM/QiM9Z0deMWI/s1600-h/scan0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJrCqi3wOI/AAAAAAAAALM/QiM9Z0deMWI/s400/scan0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215849011972915426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have heard about crop circles? Hah! Beat this! This sleeping synchronisation is much more mysterious. (I am not in it. Its both my sister and my brother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJrnDFHu2I/AAAAAAAAALU/_uzUW-73_jI/s1600-h/scan0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJrnDFHu2I/AAAAAAAAALU/_uzUW-73_jI/s400/scan0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215849637034310498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest I could get to horse riding. But then a few years later, I went to Lake Toba and got to ride a real one. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJr30kWJLI/AAAAAAAAALc/LBF0d9TZ8j8/s1600-h/scan0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJr30kWJLI/AAAAAAAAALc/LBF0d9TZ8j8/s400/scan0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215849925196522674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, my cousin and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when people say, "some things just don't change,". Well it is true. Here we are during Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJsVXrzX-I/AAAAAAAAALk/ExowCdA5hfQ/s1600-h/scan0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJsVXrzX-I/AAAAAAAAALk/ExowCdA5hfQ/s400/scan0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215850432839245794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I wasn't in red. Maybe during that time red looked like an evil colour to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGLVdsWFWMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N81DBsd6Kf8/s1600-h/scan0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGLVdsWFWMI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N81DBsd6Kf8/s400/scan0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215966024545163458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a good student too. That's me recieving first prize for some picture I drew for national day. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGLVtOaF2MI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1gnsoqFxvdA/s1600-h/scan0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGLVtOaF2MI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1gnsoqFxvdA/s400/scan0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215966291386816706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my picture. Its hard to see, but Kuang is my surname in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, a picture that has to be here so that everyone can laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGLV7bDRTkI/AAAAAAAAAME/0m8oX7R26Y4/s1600-h/scan0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGLV7bDRTkI/AAAAAAAAAME/0m8oX7R26Y4/s400/scan0034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215966535298928194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed nerdy at some point in time of my life. This was one of my uncle's wedding. Opened the door of the car. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So I was saying about how one can discover so many things when cleaning up their room. So why not clean yours today? If you are reading this, why not go dig out your old photos and then blog as well. Do drop me a message that you did so, so I can go read and laugh as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awww. Don't I look cute and all nerdy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-574951740272067135?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/574951740272067135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=574951740272067135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/574951740272067135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/574951740272067135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-into-nostalgic-mood-recently.html' title='Getting into the nostalgic mood recently'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SGJqC_08JTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sdLC1o7Qsds/s72-c/scan0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-1749120879193983629</id><published>2008-05-12T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:06.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dug up some old stuff and guess what I found!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SChHXg_DpbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mGD9foDFHOw/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SChHXg_DpbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mGD9foDFHOw/s400/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199484239116215730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess paper cutters are considered female. It says not to directly finger it. LOL~ Seriously. Companies should really read what they print huh? The next thing you know, they put up cautionaries signs for the tenderizers for meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please do not beat the meat too hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might have noticed, I have added another author into my blog. She is none other than my best friend in this world, Lin'!!! Hopefully, anytime soon, she finds some time to grace my blog with some of her words. This place has been getting a lil` boring. That's why she is here and hopefully, we can make it an interesting blog to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: She writes really abstract. Or so that's at least how I feel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iron Man is a really good movie especially when you catch it in GV's Gold class cinema. LOL~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-1749120879193983629?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/1749120879193983629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=1749120879193983629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/1749120879193983629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/1749120879193983629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-dug-up-some-old-stuff-and-guess.html' title='Just dug up some old stuff and guess what I found!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SChHXg_DpbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mGD9foDFHOw/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-8477058493768410442</id><published>2008-04-29T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:06.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some small updates with my life</title><content type='html'>Been really lazy to update this blog of mine. I almost seem to be on a permanant haitus status ever since last year. 2007 was a blast and I sure hope 2008 will be too, although we are already about 4 months into it. I just started a new semester in school. It will finally be my last semester and coupled with IPP and I will be graduating! However, I wish I could go overseas for my internship. Wonder how my parents would react to that news. I don't think it would come cheap. Probably burn a huge hole in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a few lil` updates in my boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Korea last year.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a great Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;- Worked odd jobs.&lt;br /&gt;- Watched "We will rock you" the musical.&lt;br /&gt;- Rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;- Drove the Formula 1 simulator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working odd jobs for my aunt is such a great thing! Haha! Because of her, I managed to watch the musical for free and drove the Formula 1 simulator earlier than any of you people! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the pictures I took when working at the event for the Formula 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SBdCKY2_vMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H53ivgfM4sI/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SBdCKY2_vMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H53ivgfM4sI/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693441434401986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken with a Polaroid. I know its a lil` dark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SBdCm42_vNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4hfMLQbEY5o/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SBdCm42_vNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4hfMLQbEY5o/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194693931060673746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SBdC0o2_vOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MsmJF5mD1lc/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SBdC0o2_vOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MsmJF5mD1lc/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194694167283875042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering who that is beside me, that's my aunt's friend whom I call auntie Kelly. She is really a very spontaneous person and when I asked her to take the picture with me in the F1 suit, she agreed instantly! She's a very strong and realistic woman. That's all I can say for now. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'll try to update as often as I can. (I always say that don't I? LOL!) I should be updating since its the start of the new term and there might be interesting things happening in school and in my class. Perhaps a new subject to shoot down? Who knows? By the way, I applied for Basic Driving Theory too. Gonna take the test on June 2nd. Hopefully I can pass. Weirdly, my dad has very high hopes for me when it comes to driving. Just great! That's all I need. Extra pressure to get me more pumped up for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And before I go, I can't help but just feed my own ego a lil. Don't I look dreamy with the F1 suit on? LOL! Auntie Kelly says I look Japanese with this hairstyle. :( Some say I look feminine. Bah! Which reminded me of some faggot coming up to me asking me if I am gay. Alright. Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need someone who understands HTML. I need help with my blogskin. I want to change it and I have the design and picture. I just do not know how to encode it into my current HTML cos my friend encoded it. If you are able to help me, please email me or add me on msn. Thank you! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-8477058493768410442?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/8477058493768410442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=8477058493768410442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/8477058493768410442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/8477058493768410442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-some-small-updates-with-my-life.html' title='Just some small updates with my life'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/SBdCKY2_vMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H53ivgfM4sI/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-6295743664575012878</id><published>2007-12-19T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:58:34.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in KOREA!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok. This sucks. I am now stuck in the middle of nowhere, a hotel and my keyboard is fucked up cos` everything is in Korean. Somehow or rather, the functions are difficult to use and I have only 7 minutes left to blog. So getting a writer's block now is not a very good thing. I am not going to think much and just type the first thing that comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea has been fairly fun the whole time, just cold. Ｉ　ａｍ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ　ｏｕｔ　ｏｆ　ｔｉｍｅ　ｓｏ　Ｉ　ｓｈａｌｌ　ｊｕｓｔ　ｓｔｏｐ　ｈｅｒｅ．　Ｉ　ａｍ　ｃｌｕｅｌｅｓｓ　ａｓ　ｔｏ　ｗｈｙ　ｍｙ　ｌｅｔｔｅｒｓ　ａｒｅ　ａｌｌ　ｓｐａｃｅｄ　ｏｕｔ．　Ｓｏ　ｊｕｓｔ　ｂｅａｒ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｉｔ　ａｎｄ　Ｉ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｂｅ　ｈｏｍｅｗａｒｄ　ｂｏｕｎｄ　ｓｏｏｎ．　Ｆｕｃｋ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｇｏｄ　ｄａｍｎｅｄ　ｃｏｍｕｐｔｅｒ！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-6295743664575012878?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/6295743664575012878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=6295743664575012878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/6295743664575012878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/6295743664575012878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-in-korea.html' title='I&apos;m in KOREA!!!!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-6336789870270910828</id><published>2007-10-27T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:17:17.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is now...</title><content type='html'>The time is now. What for you might ask. Seriously, I can't think of much to say, so that is quite a irrelevant title. However, I am now at a chalet. I guess that's news. Oh yeah. Did I fail to mention that I found some old stuff at home? Haha! Everything is indeed old about me. Even the way I speak. (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really getting more and more difficult to blog. I don't suppose age has anything to do with it does it? I am already 19. :( Old age does come with some advantages though. Ever heard of knowledge comes with old age? Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am gonna end this short post. There really isn't anything much to talk about. The next post will be more interesting. I promise. :) In the meantime, go wank yourself off with some porn if you really need to pass the time and to get rid of your constant spasms of pain when you can't get to read my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't suppose I might be getting drunk tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-6336789870270910828?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/6336789870270910828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=6336789870270910828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/6336789870270910828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/6336789870270910828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-is-now.html' title='The time is now...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-6723227480876380723</id><published>2007-09-23T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:08.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally 19!</title><content type='html'>Just one short post to say a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; thank you to all my friends who wished me a happy happy birthday! Yes. Its my birthday just a couple of days ago. Can't believe I am 19. Just one more year to 20th. Damn! I sure am getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this year's birthday is boring. LOL~ I was out on 21st to deliver mooncakes. What a thing to do on my birthday. Geez~ But at least I got something out of it. Thank you Carol Chan for the birthday cake! That was the first birthday cake that night. :) And to thank you for it, here are some of the pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYPV3ySswI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Sk2PT8mAeNc/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYPV3ySswI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Sk2PT8mAeNc/s400/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113291295352337154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYP8HySsxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lsH0pyirw24/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYP8HySsxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lsH0pyirw24/s400/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113291952482333458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYQxnySsyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/njKtPDfSUBE/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYQxnySsyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/njKtPDfSUBE/s400/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113292871605334818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYRrXySszI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sGJf53OEvEQ/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYRrXySszI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sGJf53OEvEQ/s400/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113293863742780210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYPBHySsvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7xiRuuWmX5w/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYPBHySsvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7xiRuuWmX5w/s400/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113290938870051570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYSInySs0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bH4Ud20iuO0/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYSInySs0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bH4Ud20iuO0/s400/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113294366253953858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cake is superbly yummy! Thank you again Carol Chan! Also, I want to thank my 7 flowers for being so thoughtful and the lovely smses you all have sent! :) I am looking forward to meeting you girls again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my dad for buying me a Grand Funk Railroad CD!!! Wahahahah! Until when I have something more interesting to blog about people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, not to forget my breastie who is living so far and yet she remembers my birthday. Love ya lots Lin`!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random outburst: Carol Chan looks so nerdy that night! LOL~ But cute la. Can? Wahahahah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to me~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-6723227480876380723?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/6723227480876380723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=6723227480876380723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/6723227480876380723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/6723227480876380723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-finally-19.html' title='I am finally 19!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RvYPV3ySswI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Sk2PT8mAeNc/s72-c/DSC00097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-5027019142360863345</id><published>2007-09-04T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:10:10.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roti Prata (I seriously have no idea why she picked this as the title.)</title><content type='html'>Today is a very beautiful day. The sun is shining. The sky is clear and not to mention a gentle breeze the comes once in a while. Ok. I was lying. Today's weather is one of the gloomiest one I ever had. But who gives a shit about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me welcome today's guest blogger, or rather, the very first and the last, (depending on the future circumstances) guest blogger. Let me tell you more about her before I let her gracious words grace this barren pages which have not been updated in god (I don't believe in somsthing I can't see) damned years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first contact with her was during my internship in UOB. She is a bubbly and cheerful person. So let us welcome her very first editoral on my blog. Heck! Its my first time doing this anyways. Might be actually a great idea to increase the readership on my blog as well as entertain both you and me. So without further ado, let me welcome, Miss Tang Giggles. :) (Please clap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, she is really a very nice girl so do support her yes? I might, in future, again, just ask her to grace these walls with her gracious words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;My very first editoral.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is the hardest thing to say. nOW I M HAVING WORD BLACKO AND THIS IS SERIOUS. I can't think of anything to blog. My purpose of blogging in the who knows blog is to use the key board. And, i am wrong. GOD PLEASE FORGIVE MY SINS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am speechess. Oh well. At least I "updated" my blog. Till then, I'll be back with something more worthwhile to read and might actually satisfy your tastebuds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am really sorry for making you read this. Please forgive me. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-5027019142360863345?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/5027019142360863345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=5027019142360863345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5027019142360863345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5027019142360863345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/09/roti-prata.html' title='Roti Prata (I seriously have no idea why she picked this as the title.)'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-9043011147779862311</id><published>2007-08-24T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:19:11.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what I hate?</title><content type='html'>I hate stupid people the most. Stupid is ok. Not when you are obviously stupid but yet oblivious to your own fucking sickness and act like you are not suffering from it. Geez~ Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei Xin says, "Go fuck yourself!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-9043011147779862311?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/9043011147779862311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=9043011147779862311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/9043011147779862311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/9043011147779862311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-what-i-hate.html' title='You know what I hate?'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-3050693617596959247</id><published>2007-08-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:09.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SGCC's annual walk</title><content type='html'>I have come to realise that parents do not &lt;s&gt;usually&lt;/s&gt; ever practise what they preach. You know, they tell you things such as; do not lie, be a good boy and do what we tell you to, and stuff like that. But it doesn't really even matter does it? Take this morning for instance. I was supposed to wake up at 6.30 am because I'm going for a annual walk event held by SGCC. &lt;em&gt;(Serangoon Gardens Country Club)&lt;/em&gt; At the time of 6.25 am, my dad is awake and he comes into my room and starts asking me to wake up. In the midst of waking me up, he says its already 7 am and we needed to be there at 7.30 am. Hearing that its 7 am, I practically jumped from my bed and rushed to the toilet and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you might just think that small things like these shouldn't affect me at all. Its just the way of how parents make their children obey them. I seriously don't mind them lying to me about the time and all. Its just that I don't like to wake up so suddenly that my whole body system gets jolted and shocked in such a way that I feel like my whole life is just going to flash pass me. It makes me feel as though I just woke up from a nightmare and only to find out that it isn't a nightmare and that I am probably in hell or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, those are just stupid random rants that I have, so please bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, SGCC held its 6th annual walk this year. It was my first time attending one. I have nothing much to say about this event, rather why not let pictures do all the talking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr80BYN3EXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bBmzUTglrgU/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr80BYN3EXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bBmzUTglrgU/s400/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097850501491790194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those who does not know how 7 AM looks like, this is it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr80uIN3EYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3Kbh0rs0lpE/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr80uIN3EYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3Kbh0rs0lpE/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097851270290936194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr81Y4N3EZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t7H8ZqQoOmM/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr81Y4N3EZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t7H8ZqQoOmM/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097852004730343826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr81rIN3EaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BXi12ZdmMqg/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr81rIN3EaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BXi12ZdmMqg/s400/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097852318262956450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That was how long I took to finish a 6.8 km &lt;strong&gt;WALK&lt;/strong&gt;. And yes, those are my parents. It was quite an enjoyable walk I would say. There was even breakfast provided after the walk. I guess this would be the most enjoyable Sunday I have had in a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I almost forgot. Look at this picture first before I say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr83P4N3EbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GTZBRHQSyCM/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr83P4N3EbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GTZBRHQSyCM/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097854049134776754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I saw at the walk today. The very moment I saw this, I was overwhelmed by curiosity. I thought, "Perhaps they are walking sticks for the disabled. Poor girl. What great courage and bravery to come for a walk even though she had difficulty walking." That WAS what I thought hitherto, I saw this sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr84XIN3EcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eQORoKamBJU/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr84XIN3EcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eQORoKamBJU/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097855273200456130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Oh my God!!&lt;em&gt;(There isn't such a thing at all.)&lt;/em&gt; More disabled?!"&lt;br /&gt;I double checked the huge ass banner right in front of me to make very sure that I wasn't attending the wrong event. I looked really closely and realised that they walked pretty well for a disabled. It was only then it dawned onto me. That stick is used for &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt;(Notice that the keyword here is LONG.)&lt;/em&gt; strenuous, uneven surfaced HIKE! So if this is used for a hike, why the fucking hell do they even bring something of that sort here? This is hardly a walk, much less a fucking hike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reasons I could come up with are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They are trying to show off their &lt;s&gt;superiority&lt;/s&gt; stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;2) They can hardly tell the difference between a hike and a walk.&lt;br /&gt;3) They are a seriously deluded that it would be a help to them.&lt;br /&gt;4) Maybe they were too poor to afford another alternative, the &lt;strong&gt;Umbrella&lt;/strong&gt;, which apparently happens to work as well as the stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;em&gt;(I don't believe in something I can't see.)&lt;/em&gt; knows why they brought it here for?! If I didn't know better, I could have sworn that I was at a ski marathon rather than a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should have walked passed one of them and said, "In case you didn't notice, Singapore does not snow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-3050693617596959247?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/3050693617596959247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=3050693617596959247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3050693617596959247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3050693617596959247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/08/sgccs-annual-walk.html' title='SGCC&apos;s annual walk'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rr80BYN3EXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bBmzUTglrgU/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-3954640299356764438</id><published>2007-08-10T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:11.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling nostalgic (Again!!!)</title><content type='html'>I was watching Terminator 2: Judgement Day again. I remembered that I watched this movie way back when I was really young. Probably like twelve years ago. I remember watching it during my birthday. Those were the times when people still used LD(Laser Disc). Yes. Those were the times. You know you are really old when you are able to say things like, "Those were the times,". However, that is besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting down in the living room, eating my ice cream cake from Swensen's, looking at the huge projector screen in my previous abode. I seriously have no idea why my dad was playing that movie on my birthday, but it seriously freaked me out that night. I started having nightmares and was unable to sleep the whole god(&lt;em&gt;If there ever is one in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;) damned night. (&lt;em&gt;Which I just realised that the previous sentence contradicts itself. If you get what I mean.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the nightmare that I had that night was incomprehensible to me. Come to think again, dreams and nightmares aren't supposed to be comprehensible. If it was, then it probably wouldn't be called a dream. I dreamt that Judgement Day arrived and every single one of us perished. Subsequently, I came to realise that if I died as well, then through whose eyes am I looking through? I panned the surroundings. It looked like the battlefield that was in the arcade game, Terminator.(&lt;em&gt;Please don't mind me. I speak of things from the really ancient times. If you know what I am talking about, good for you. If you aren't you can totally ignore this part and just use your damn imagination and imagine how the Earth will look like when Judgement Day comes.&lt;/em&gt;) The barren lands, with black charred trees that stood out like a sore thumb from this once beautiful Earth that was filled with lush greenery. Slowly, all the corpses around me arose and they all looked surprisingly identical, much like the exoskeleton of the Terminator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though they have just passed out from the army, they all marched towards me with their boney arms stretched out towards me. Being just a six year old kid, all that shit just looked positively frightening. As if my sub-conscious wasn't scaring me enough, four more corpses arose again. Only this time, they were my family members. Surprisingly, they weren't boney and charred like the rest. I heaved a sigh of relief and thought that I was going to be saved, but hell no! My &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; brother took a knife and started cutting up his hand like how Arnold did when he revealed his arm to the scientist in the movie. At that instant, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked and felt around in the dark room. I brushed my hand across the bed and felt &lt;s&gt;a wet spot.&lt;/s&gt; something really warm. Without much thinking, I burst into tears and started screaming my head off like a kid. (&lt;em&gt;Come to think of it again. I was indeed a kid at that time.&lt;/em&gt;) Ever since then, I swore never to watch Terminator again. Heh. Then again, I was just a kid at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was all in the past. I wanted to go on and say how it might have had an adverse effect when I was a cute little innocent child. I guess you people are bored already. For reading this far, I shall reward you with &lt;s&gt;pictures of me!&lt;/s&gt; pictures of what I did for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th August 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to DXO again. My second trip here, and again, it was for an event. Thanks to my bro, Kar Liang, for asking me along. Shan An, turned up too. It was for a dance competition held there. All I've got are pictures of me for this event. LOL~ Was too mesmerised by their dances to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryuZoN3EQI/AAAAAAAAADs/aF361cjY9co/s1600-h/IMG_9744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryuZoN3EQI/AAAAAAAAADs/aF361cjY9co/s400/IMG_9744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097140633592074498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryuxoN3ERI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kkq8G1JwF2g/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryuxoN3ERI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kkq8G1JwF2g/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097141045908934930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th August 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with one of my dear girlfriends, Ying Ping, to have dinner. Took a couple of pictures afterwards. I know I look like a damn fucking huge giant standing next to her. That's cos` we just had Seoul Gardens just a few moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryqwIN3EOI/AAAAAAAAADc/VE8FFLFOYX4/s1600-h/P1080898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryqwIN3EOI/AAAAAAAAADc/VE8FFLFOYX4/s400/P1080898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097136622092620002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryrhoN3EPI/AAAAAAAAADk/IrONMSVs7_s/s1600-h/P1080899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryrhoN3EPI/AAAAAAAAADk/IrONMSVs7_s/s400/P1080899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097137472496144626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dear girl for treating me to dinner that night. Glad to have met up with you again. Really miss you loads! :) I'll buy ya dinner someday. I wanna try the teppanyakki which you mentioned. Gimme some time to save up enough money ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th August 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National day. Bah! Met up with Death|God and Carol. Had dinner at Tampines mall to the convenience of the tired girl. After which I dragged her to Katong to play LAN. (&lt;em&gt;Gomenasai Carol Chan! I know you are tired that night, but I still dragged you there. Next time I'll let you call the shots yea? Anatawa sugoi kire desu! :)&lt;/em&gt;) We had a fun time playing Quake 4 and Battlefield 2. Stupid Death|God kept driving us into the enemy outpost, only to have us killed. And that idiot wanted to drive a tank to pick me up, instead, he squashed me with it. Hahaha! Had quite a fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryxdoN3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7KMT5uWPnbo/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryxdoN3ETI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7KMT5uWPnbo/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097144000846434610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rryxy4N3EUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Dzz5LkNRXEI/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rryxy4N3EUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Dzz5LkNRXEI/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097144365918654786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a fun night! Thanks Carol Chan and to you too Death|God. (&lt;em&gt;In case you people are wondering, I met them both on IRC. Yea, they turned out to be one of my most important friends in real life. Love ya both!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is about all. There is really nothing much happening now, excpet for the fact that I will be leaving UOB this coming Monday. I am really sad. Not being able to crap around and joke while doing work anymore. I will seriously miss those people there. Especially Hairin and Sara. These two people have taught me a lot of things. I really appreciate it. Thank you both! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did I fail to mention that I cut my hair already? Most of you have seen it. But I can't deprive my loyal fans &lt;s&gt;handsome&lt;/s&gt; pictures of the new me, can I? Let's look at my previous hairstyle. I swear to God,(&lt;em&gt;Again, if there ever is one in the first place.&lt;/em&gt;) I can go and join one of the F4 with this hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryzjYN3EVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MdLd-wnqzMY/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryzjYN3EVI/AAAAAAAAAEU/MdLd-wnqzMY/s400/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097146298653938002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rry0G4N3EWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OhzqmHgQMPc/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/Rry0G4N3EWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OhzqmHgQMPc/s400/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097146908539294050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is after! I have to thank my friend for choosing this hairstyle for me. I love ya loads! We will have dinner soon ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. I can stop. I am tired. Even if your eyes aren't tired after reading all these, my fingers are. I am getting exhilirated though. Very glad that I made an update here. So glad that my face is contorting to the spams of multiple orgasm that I am experiencing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whew! I don't think I will be blogging again anytime soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-3954640299356764438?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/3954640299356764438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=3954640299356764438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3954640299356764438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3954640299356764438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-nostalgic-again.html' title='Feeling nostalgic (Again!!!)'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RryuZoN3EQI/AAAAAAAAADs/aF361cjY9co/s72-c/IMG_9744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-5442891793325564599</id><published>2007-08-05T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:37:18.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have probably heard this countless times...</title><content type='html'>But hell yea!! I shall return with a post tonight! I am now going to meet my dear girlfriend, ying ping! Been a looooong time since I met that crazy girl. Be back soon. Hang in there my legion of fans. Hang in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-5442891793325564599?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/5442891793325564599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=5442891793325564599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5442891793325564599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5442891793325564599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-have-probably-heard-this-countless.html' title='You have probably heard this countless times...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-7353156588963943108</id><published>2007-07-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:11.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There comes a time when boredom knows no bounds...</title><content type='html'>One picture will tell it all. If I have this much time to draw such thing at the place I am working in, it means,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The job is so easy that I finish fast.&lt;br /&gt;2) I am just skiving on the job.&lt;br /&gt;3) I can multi-task really well. (Yeah right. *Roll eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;4) I am just plain bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, its a lil` of all of em` LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RqYgS4N3ENI/AAAAAAAAADU/7LWjhR_wogI/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RqYgS4N3ENI/AAAAAAAAADU/7LWjhR_wogI/s400/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090791937489178834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will really miss this internship. Seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-7353156588963943108?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/7353156588963943108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=7353156588963943108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/7353156588963943108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/7353156588963943108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/07/there-comes-time-when-boredom-knows-no.html' title='There comes a time when boredom knows no bounds...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RqYgS4N3ENI/AAAAAAAAADU/7LWjhR_wogI/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-7687246571947488851</id><published>2007-07-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:12.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin` really old school recently..</title><content type='html'>You know you have played too much PS2 when you decided to dig out your PS1 and play it. Wow! The really vast difference in graphic is simply noticeable. The pixelated games that I once played. Hoo boy! The moment I saw it, I was thankful for the advance in technology. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played games like CTR, Final Fantasy VIII and Puzzle Bobble! Yeah! All these games are so nostalgic! I got so bored that I took pictures of my precious PS1 as well. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJURSMT5vI/AAAAAAAAACo/wdgeh85vJAM/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJURSMT5vI/AAAAAAAAACo/wdgeh85vJAM/s400/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085219585172694770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJUoCMT5wI/AAAAAAAAACw/C3hARRVlmjQ/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJUoCMT5wI/AAAAAAAAACw/C3hARRVlmjQ/s400/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085219976014718722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJU8CMT5xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xONiKSK9HUQ/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJU8CMT5xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xONiKSK9HUQ/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085220319612102418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this brings back some memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to bugis with my 7 flowers the other time, and I saw this. Almost wet my pants just seeing it. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJVciMT5yI/AAAAAAAAADA/OrSSHUBuPqQ/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJVciMT5yI/AAAAAAAAADA/OrSSHUBuPqQ/s400/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085220877957850914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am speechless. I really am...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-7687246571947488851?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/7687246571947488851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=7687246571947488851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/7687246571947488851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/7687246571947488851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/07/feelin-really-old-school-recently.html' title='Feelin` really old school recently..'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RpJURSMT5vI/AAAAAAAAACo/wdgeh85vJAM/s72-c/DSC00185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-2713085491706721819</id><published>2007-05-10T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:14.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you get bored in school.</title><content type='html'>Blogger is seriously screwed up. So very screwed up. Why is it screwed up? I'll show you why. I'll now take a screenshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkL98LF6vbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OJBX_bwGhbY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkL98LF6vbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OJBX_bwGhbY/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062888141329448370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this. Not only me, but some of my friends have been experiencing this too. So I doubt it can be the problem of my computer. Sigh~ Anyone knows how to fix this? If so, please drop me a message or tag to tell me how I can get rid of this stupid view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having my TEP now. You could probably call it attachment in school. I am kinda lazy to explain what TEP is and how it works in my school. Cos` it is always a hassle and people tend to ask questions that I got tired of explaining. So anyways, a few of us got really bored during the class and we came up with stupid things like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkL-_LF6vcI/AAAAAAAAACA/pmCSfSoRkNQ/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkL-_LF6vcI/AAAAAAAAACA/pmCSfSoRkNQ/s400/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062889292380683714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkL_XbF6vdI/AAAAAAAAACI/1gVLTBB6lNs/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkL_XbF6vdI/AAAAAAAAACI/1gVLTBB6lNs/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062889708992511442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures drawn up not only by me but rather 4 people. Namely, Wei Da, Xin Yang, Xiang Lian and me! We got so bored during class and we decided to draw! We took turns drawing one item at a time. Slowly these are what we got. Hahahhaha! Imagination really gets the best out of us doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just decided to post this up so that my blog isn't rotting. Oh well. Now I am going off. I promise to blog about my dive when I get the underwater pictures from my diver friend. Here is another picture I took with my 3.2 Megapixels camera phone at one of the cemetary in Singapore. I think it looks really good. Don't you think so too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkMBCLF6veI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kdHafTG_7MQ/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkMBCLF6veI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kdHafTG_7MQ/s400/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062891542943546850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe it! Time is approaching! I am soooo excited!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-2713085491706721819?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/2713085491706721819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=2713085491706721819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/2713085491706721819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/2713085491706721819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-you-get-bored-in-school.html' title='When you get bored in school.'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RkL98LF6vbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OJBX_bwGhbY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-2416974691091248995</id><published>2007-04-05T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:47:51.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the sea~</title><content type='html'>It is time again! For me to dive underwater! I remember my last dive two years ago! Haha! It is so fun! And now, I am going to do it once more! This time I will be diving somewhere near Indonesia. I will be gone for 4 days. So until then, I will update my blog when I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise! With pictures of me in a tightsuit! I am sure you guys wanna see that and laugh. I will. Place more faith in me alright? So in the meantime, if you are suffering from withdrawal symptoms from not reading my blog, you can go wank to porn or something. Just remember to prepare tissues to wipe your screen and wash up after everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-2416974691091248995?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/2416974691091248995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=2416974691091248995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/2416974691091248995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/2416974691091248995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/04/under-sea.html' title='Under the sea~'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-5019514630536637159</id><published>2007-03-06T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:41:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristy's House</title><content type='html'>After watching this video, it made me realise how fortunate I am. Living up to my promise to Kristy, I hope this post of mine helped you in anyway it can. So to the people who are reading my blog, please help her as much as you can. Be it in monetary terms or by posting this video in your blog. As long as we can get attention, we should be able to get help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch and help alright? I wish Kristy all the best and that you have a speedy recovery. (I belive in miracles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ePqM1uuZrns' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ePqM1uuZrns'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-5019514630536637159?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/5019514630536637159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=5019514630536637159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5019514630536637159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5019514630536637159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/03/kristy-house.html' title='Kristy&amp;#39;s House'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-5938911930969764651</id><published>2007-02-26T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:15.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Sunday was the ninth day of the Lunar New Year. It is the day where all Chinese pray to "&lt;em&gt;Tian Gong&lt;/em&gt;". Or rather directly translated into God of Heaven. Why do we Chinese pray to him on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year? I am clueless on that too. However, that also means a day of celebration and gathering for my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday, my whole family of about 30 people gathered at my Uncle's house for a day of wine and dine. There were so much food that it sometimes scares me. Pardon me cos this time round I didn't take any pictures of the food. Something special though. My uncle hired people to stage a lion dance in the house! Finally something close to CNY that I am going to be in contact with. Enough said. Some pictures will tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/ReMQQXEGMcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FoJeZ0uKWU8/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/ReMQQXEGMcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FoJeZ0uKWU8/s400/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035886681585496514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lion! I love Chinese traditions like these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/ReMQznEGMdI/AAAAAAAAABE/qBhbMzOE9ZE/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/ReMQznEGMdI/AAAAAAAAABE/qBhbMzOE9ZE/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035887287175885266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look at the intricate designs and patterns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/ReMRZXEGMeI/AAAAAAAAABM/8kTTgOGgj6k/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/ReMRZXEGMeI/AAAAAAAAABM/8kTTgOGgj6k/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035887935715946978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the cute pig that the lion dance troupe made with mandarin oranges! They so totally redefine the meaning of playing with your food!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's quite enough for today. I still have an important test to go to. Shall turn in for the night. As for my Malaysia trip, I shall take some time for it. Do wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thinking about video blogging. What do you guys think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-5938911930969764651?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/5938911930969764651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=5938911930969764651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5938911930969764651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/5938911930969764651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!!!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/ReMQQXEGMcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FoJeZ0uKWU8/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-4652695497899312847</id><published>2007-02-20T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T03:39:07.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting live from Malaysia!!!</title><content type='html'>Woooo!!! This is the first time I am blogging from overseas! How much more interesting can things get apart from the fact that I am using a very difficult to type on keyboard. I am currently in my father's friend house. I am using his son computer to update things on this rusty old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon so please be patient and wait for me ok? In the meantime, go surf some porn and wank to yourself if you really have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog really soon. I promise. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-4652695497899312847?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/4652695497899312847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=4652695497899312847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/4652695497899312847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/4652695497899312847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/02/reporting-live-from-malaysia.html' title='Reporting live from Malaysia!!!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-3451994944290459850</id><published>2007-02-13T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:14:23.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a waste of time...</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday, my dad asked me to read am article that was written in the chinese newspaper. It is pointless about me ranting if I speak nothing of the article. Let me try to summerize it as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article speaks of how teenagers like us are wasting so much time on computers, online chatting and games. Time can never return once it has passed us by. 1 minute equates to 60 seconds. 1 hour equates to 60 minutes which in turn equates to 3,600 seconds. 1 day is 24 hours. So in total, it is 86,400 seconds. In a year, theorectically there are 365 days. Which totals up to 31,536,000 seconds. If an average human being lives up to 80 years of life, his lifespan would be an astonishing 2,522,880,000 seconds. In our life, this is the amount of seconds we have to live. So shouldn't we cherish it instead of wasting it away with mindless computer games and online chatting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article also goes on to speak of how computer dulls the imagination of teenagers like us. In the past, teenagers would come home and read newspapers and books which improves their imagination and language skills. Novels would allow them to imagine how their characters would look like and sound like. Even during fight scenes in the books, they can imagine how it would be like. Whereas, with television and movies now, all we have to do is watch and even before we know it, we are done. This would not allow us time to think about the show or movie and we just forget about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even had an example of this kid wasting his time away playing computer games and letting his studies go astray. Only when he realised how much he had lost, he has decided to turn over a new leaf. Ultimately, he wasted a year and time is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad got me to read this article. I have to really say that this author speaks from the view point of how badly he thinks about computers. I daresay that his whole article does not have any good points of computers and how it is beneficial to us. So how can one sell his opinion to another when he does not look from the eyes of others? That is why I feel that this article is biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by slowly breaking down his article and counter arguing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask all of you. What is wastage of time? It isn't a question that is easily answered. Why? Because everyone of us have different views on what is really considered to be a waste of time. For me, I feel that a waste of time would be doing something which you are not enjoying AND there is nothing beneficial to it. Examples would be, being angry at someone or feeling sad and moping around doing nothing. So, from the article, we can clearly see that the author's view is that computer games and online chatting is a waste of time and we should rather be reading. How is it not a waste of time to me? I enjoy playing games. Although I would have to say I am guilty of spending too much time on it. Still, I do not think that the extra time I spent on it is a waste of time because I enjoy every single second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, how can online chatting be a waste of time? It might be to some. But the main problem I have over here is that my dad thinks I spend too much time on the computer. I am usually online till about 2-4 am. Why is that so? The main culprit would be chatting online. You all might think that I am crazy. I am not. The reason for me staying up this late is because my best buddy in the whole wide world is on the other side of the globe and her time is sadly, the opposite of mine. Unless someone can think of a way for the world's time to be the same, I wouldn't stay up to chat with her. You might go on to ask, why doesn't she stay up and talk then? She does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, even if the world time is really the same and the planet is flat. Why am I still on the computer talking to her? Simple. If you make Singtel charge my call rate to local call rate, I would gladly call her and talk. Other than that, online chatting would be the most cost affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, spending too much time on computer games does indeed affect school work. However, I do try to put both into balance. (Usually the games is heavier.) But so as long as I do not disappoint any one and most importantly, meself. I think I should not worry too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how is it such that playing computer games and chatting online is a waste of time? I do not know. If you think it is a waste of time. Then it is a waste of time. That is all I can say. Ultimately, how we feel about certain issues is shaped by our own thoughts and other people's opinion. Therefore, I can't say I am entirely right about this matter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your views?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-3451994944290459850?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/3451994944290459850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=3451994944290459850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3451994944290459850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/3451994944290459850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-waste-of-time.html' title='What a waste of time...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-4038389334403874701</id><published>2007-02-08T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:15.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling really hyper!</title><content type='html'>I had quite a scrumptious dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to my brother leaving for Sydney tomorrow, my family decided to have an early reunion dinner. I have to say, this is one of the best reunion dinner I had in so many years. Words can never describe the feast I had. Neither can you taste it. Therefore, I have taken the liberty to provide pictures for my faithfull readers. (&lt;em&gt;That is if I even have any readers...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctAm2FiXYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vwds23h9U88/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029184444987235714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctAm2FiXYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vwds23h9U88/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everything is cooked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctBeGFiXZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tM_1lj3_aGs/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029185394175008146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctBeGFiXZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tM_1lj3_aGs/s400/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything is cooked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctCDWFiXaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qqq8CM5Z0lU/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029186034125135266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctCDWFiXaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qqq8CM5Z0lU/s400/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken at its best! I am practically a sucker for chicken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctCrmFiXbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E3i7ylIWLxw/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029186725614869938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctCrmFiXbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E3i7ylIWLxw/s400/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roast pig. Not a big fan, but it is still nice. Especially with mayo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it does make you salivate just looking at it. However, do eat a balanced meal so that you will not grow fat! Signing off for now. See you again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-4038389334403874701?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/4038389334403874701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=4038389334403874701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/4038389334403874701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/4038389334403874701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-really-hyper.html' title='Feeling really hyper!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VJvs65Xa04M/RctAm2FiXYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vwds23h9U88/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-117086717988253884</id><published>2007-02-08T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T00:52:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5207/534/1600/876103/DSC00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5207/534/400/520830/DSC00002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello everyone!!! Missed me? I am back after a long break. CNY is coming and I am back here cos` &lt;s&gt;Basin&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Confounded it! I can never ever get his name right.&lt;/em&gt;) Wei Xin Kor Kor asked me to do an update on his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for now, he is currently in the midst of challenging his learnt abilities. I have nothing much to say about him except that he treats me really well and I love him so much! (&lt;em&gt;Eh! Kor Kor. I expect something for saying this sentence hor!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that he will be back after he is done with his things and maybe a post after CNY. He is going to Malaysia to visit his relatives. YAY! That means a long car journey, one big bottle of medicated oil and lots of car sickness and not to mention puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! My time is up. It is time for my nap. I'll see you people soon. Lastly, Wei Xin Kor Kor wants me to tell his best mate, Linny Jie Jie, to take good care of yourself and he will make up for lost time when you return!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-117086717988253884?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/117086717988253884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=117086717988253884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/117086717988253884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/117086717988253884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2007/02/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-116147150609609895</id><published>2006-10-22T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T22:40:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry of Sound</title><content type='html'>Today was my virgin visit to MOS. Rather, it was my virgin trip to clubbing. Never once in my life I thought that I would be one of those crazy, estatic para para dancers that grooves to the beat of Techno and Hip Hop. Ok, I wasn't dancing at all. I just stood there and enjoyed the brillant sound system blasting the groovy music that resonated throughout my whole body. Why not let me take it to the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day began with me at home doing all the worthless things such as being on the computer or playing the PS2 when I should really be studying. Actually, I did study a little. I completed my tutorial before I went to play. So stop bugging me about working hard for once. Sheesh! Jun Kun already made a date with me to go MOS at night so I just had to past the time away. *Fast forward to night time.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are! In the car, onwards bound for MOS. Jun Kun hired a driver for the night cos we would be drinking. We arrived at MOS with style. Sitting in a Mercedes and arriving there with style is indeed one of the best thing. When we stopped at the red light, a group of girls in the taxi next to us immediately took notice of us and started waving like they saw Tom Cruise or something. Of course being the nice gentleman I am, I waved back and said hi. It then hit me that, are Singaporean girls that realistic? Just hold on to this thought for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crammed and crowded are the only words I can use to describe MOS. When we got into the club, I could hardly find a nice spot to relax and sit. The music, like I have said, is blaring so loudly that my ears are still ringing. It was difficult just trying to walk around. However, I did get to go to various parts of MOS. I remember a part called, "Smoove". They were playing funky and upbeat music that were more suited for teenagers like us. That place is like friggin` packed so much so that I could hardly breathe cos` I was like quite short. I ended up getting lost and with the music in my ears, I felt a little giddy. Well, it isn't that bad and I ain't saying that I hate clubbing. In fact, I kinda like it but I could do without the LOUD music and crazy, estatic para para dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking around was such a hassle, you should see how it was when we queued up for drinks. Oh gosh! I totally have no idea where the queue started and I just stood near the bar hoping they would take my order. Thank godness they eventually did and I managed to get a beer. It wasn't easy drinking with people packed shoulders to shoulders. I wouldn't mind if it was actually pretty girls rubbing shoulders with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing for the first time in all my 18 years, I would say I enjoyed it despite the crowed and the music. There are many more other interesting things that happens when one goes to clubbing too. I was practically stunned when I saw a guy and a girl dancing and they exchanged numbers. This meant that they just met and exchanged contacts. I turned my head away for a few moments and when I looked at them again, they were like kissing and hugging like they are getting ready to have sex. =.=''' Interesting isn't it? There are also tons of girls to oogle at. It was like eye candy heaven for me!!! Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than mellow things like looking at two strangers making out and looking at girls, there are also the action packed shows. The moment I stepped outside of MOS with my friend for a breather, a fight broke out. This is the first time I have been closest to a fight. There was this poor guy getting assaulted by five to seven guys together. I was like, oh my fucking god!! After punching the guy to the ground, they kicked him in the face like the goalkeepers in World Cup kicking a goal kick. Can you imagine how painful that is? Freaky! Well, I remembered one of the guys face and followed him after the commotion and saw him boarding a taxi. I can still remember the taxi's number. SHA 3758 X. I went to tell the police that was nearby and they wanted to record my statement. Sounds like I have gotten myself into some trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have witnessed fights, strangers making out and oogling at pretty girls. There are still the trannies. And how interesting that they come in a group. They are always targeting men. When me and my friends were seated down, one of them came up to my friend and sat on his lap! Hahahaa! How suay can my friend get? We shooed "her" away and continued our quest in looking at girls. That were the things that happened today. Other than that, I was mostly just enjoying the music and looking at girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely want to go to MOS again some day. Only when my parents are out of Singapore. LOL~ Like they say, when the cat is away, the mice will come out to play! Hahahahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;MOS is quite a nice place. Hoping I can get into the VIP section though. I wanna see how things are going in there. Anyone is willing to bring me in? Hahahahah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-116147150609609895?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/116147150609609895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=116147150609609895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/116147150609609895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/116147150609609895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/10/ministry-of-sound.html' title='Ministry of Sound'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-116135580931844071</id><published>2006-10-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T23:52:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Death Note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/death_note_ls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/death_note_ls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch this movie today with Desmond and Edmund Shi. Gonna try something new today. A movie review! I am also actually looking for an excuse to blog. Been a long time since I posted something up here. So here is the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. Very smart. Alright. That was two. But that is beside the point. I would say I throughly enjoyed the show. A little more about the movie first. I myself have not read the manga or watched the anime. So I have no idea what the show was about in the first place. All I knew was that the show is about a God, rather a Death God, who felt bored and decided to drop his note book down into the human world. And thus the title of this movie, Death Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This notebook was apparently picked up by a genius and he subsequently discovered the power within the book, which was that when a person's name is written in the notebook, the person will die 40 seconds later. So this genius decided to use this book to end all crimes in the world by killing criminals. Soon, the International Cosmopolitan Police Organization (ICPO) is aware of the sudden massacre of criminals and took action to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICPO feeling helpless in the current situation, decided to seek help from a world renowed detective, L. So the whole story continues on to talk about how L uses various ways to hunt down the owner of the death note, Kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is basically about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the movie, the direction and dialogue is superb! The suspense and thrill is also great! It always keeps you on your toes as to what is going to happen next. Be prepared to expect the unexpected. This witty and smart show is a must watch for all Kindaichi lovers. The sounds isn't that great though. Maybe it is because of the lousy cenima's speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I give this movie 4 out of 5 stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do watch this movie. It is good!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-116135580931844071?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/116135580931844071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=116135580931844071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/116135580931844071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/116135580931844071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/10/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-115869317885171192</id><published>2006-09-20T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T03:12:59.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Network marketing</title><content type='html'>I am sure many would be astonished at the fact that I am blogging. In fact, my dad even took notice of me not blogging anymore and asked me if I had given up on my blog. Hell no! I love this blog too much to just ignore it. Anyways, looking at the title for today, I am sure most of you can tell what it is going to be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression on Network Marketing is actually isn't that good. To say the truth, as much as I hate it, it is afterall still a job for people to survive and lead their lives. So it is actually a good thing. I am not trying to change you, my readers, opinions towards Network Marketing. Rather to tell you more on how some of them work and act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do off with the painstaking ordeal of explaining explicitly of how Network Marketing is done and what it is, I have decided that if you do not understand what I am about to elaborate on, I suggest you look for the nearest smartass you can find and ask them to explain it to you. So moving on, Network Marketing can also be known as Multi Level Marketing (MLM). As the name itself suggests, it has something to do with networking and multi leveling your market. What do I mean by this? Simple. Networking requires people. Thus, the core objective of Network Marketing is people. I will further explain more about MLM later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me post a question. Have you all heard about the pyramid marketing scheme before? I am sure something like that would have popped into your life when you were young. Think harder. There would be your father's friend talking to him about this Marketing scheme remember? Yes! That is it! What Network Marketing aims to do is to broaden their network of people so they are able to sell their products. But this might come as a problem for some people doing in the same line of  Network Marketing because why would they want to have competition? People selling the same product right? Therefore, this is where MLM comes into play. MLM here is a very powerful tool for those who are working in the Network Marketing realm. It benefits those people who recruits new people into this line. There are lots of incentives for the "recruiter" whenever he or she recruits someone into the company and that someone starts recruiting new people and get those incentives. As you would have realised by now, this is actually a vicious cycle. So in actual fact, the more people you recruit, the more you earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you all lost? I am sure you are. Cos` I am lost too myself. But anyways, for me to give you the abridged version of everything, I say MLM is a brainwashing cult! LOL~ There was once I went to a MLM company and was in their office for at least 5 hours listening to them brainwashing me. Ever since that incident, I am shunning MLM. But having the interesting life I have, MLM didn't shun me and instead it came right back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am about to say is to address to my IRC friends who keeps on asking why I am being mean to a certain someone in there. So just read this and do not expect me to typ everything out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime back, like about a month and a half, some girl in IRC called my out of the blue and told me she wanted to meet me. As a normal person would do, I asked her the purpose of meeting and she said just to hang out. I asked her what we would be doing while hanging out and she said she got some personal things to tell me. So being the nice guy I &lt;s&gt;usually&lt;/s&gt; always am, I said ok and I decided to meet her because she has something personal to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sensing something was wrong, I asked her if she was going to talk to me about MLM and she reassured me that she was not going to so I went down to meet her. Sure enough, when I got there, she started asking my opinion on MLM and I told her that MLM SUCKS! Apparently that is good enough to tell her that if she has anything to do with MLM she better just stop there. So after asking that, she didn't say anything more, ate her lunch and just left. Okay! What is the problem now? What did she say she wanted to meet me for? Oh right! I thought she has some personal thing to tell me? Sadly I was just left alone that day and I wasted 3 fucking hours of my life to meet her and she asked me a question and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this date, many people are still puzzled as to why I am mad at her. I am not angry at her for working in MLM. I am pissed by her that she used my good intentions to lure me out and wasted my time. And for what fucking reason?! MLM! See! Now you know how they act? They even lie just to get people out. Sheesh. I cannot be blaming everyone in the line of MLM just because of her. But she, the black sheep of MLM, is enough to tarnish my opinion of MLM. So here is my say to MLM. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why I hate MLM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MLM. A brainwashing cult. Beware of their actions. I wonder, if one day they recruit every single people on Earth, then who are the people at the lowest level of the scheme going to recruit? Animals? Or perhaps aliens?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-115869317885171192?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/115869317885171192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=115869317885171192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/115869317885171192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/115869317885171192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/09/network-marketing.html' title='Network marketing'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-115410831122925990</id><published>2006-07-29T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:38:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am really bored!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I got tagged as you can see. I shall do it just for the sake of curing my boredom. Well, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DO YOU KNOW, that the first three words of this sentence is wrong? It should be DID you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DID YOU KNOW, I was actually underweight at the age of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DID YOU KNOW, penguins are actually homosexual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DID YOU KNOW, homosexuality is actually passed down from generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DID YOU KNOW, my house has tons and tons of Archie comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DID YOU KNOW, I have no darling as of now. (This is in return of Diana's answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following w/o compaints...&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 ppl to do these after u have completed urs..&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say tat he/ she is tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start the post with "i have been tagged" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITES:&lt;br /&gt;colour: Yellow&lt;br /&gt;food: Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;song: Colin Raye's Love Me&lt;br /&gt;movie: A chinese ghost story&lt;br /&gt;sport: Scuba Diving&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream: Chewy Sticky Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT:&lt;br /&gt;mood: Delighted!&lt;br /&gt;taste: My saliva&lt;br /&gt;clothes: This is dumb. I ain't gonna answer.&lt;br /&gt;desktop: Windows default&lt;br /&gt;time: 1.20 a.m&lt;br /&gt;surroundings: Serene&lt;br /&gt;annoyance: My mom's nagging.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts: When I will be able to go to UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;best friend: She goes by the name of Chew Swee Lin a.k.a Linny~&lt;br /&gt;crush: This might come as a joke. But yeah. It's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;movie: Terminator. Scared the living hell outta me when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;lie: Today teacher never give homework. Really! (This was how I got out of doing homework.)&lt;br /&gt;music: I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;cigarette: Smoking sucks!&lt;br /&gt;drink: Water&lt;br /&gt;ride: MRT from Douby Gaut.&lt;br /&gt;crush: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;movie: pirates of the carribean&lt;br /&gt;phonecall: My IRC Mei.&lt;br /&gt;CD: I dun listen to CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;dated one of ur best friends: I suppose so. (This question got problem. One of my BEST friend? How can there be more than one BEST friend?)&lt;br /&gt;been arrested: Yeah! Hell Yeah! By Singapore Customs!&lt;br /&gt;skinny-dipped: Not yet. Hopefully soon!&lt;br /&gt;been on tv: Yeah! Gotcha filmed me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;kissed someone you dunno: Kind of. IRC is indeed a scary place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS:&lt;br /&gt;4 things i did today:&lt;br /&gt;- Drink&lt;br /&gt;- Eat&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;- And grow Fat!&lt;br /&gt;4 sounds u can hear right now:&lt;br /&gt;- Fan blowing.&lt;br /&gt;- Msn nudge! Stop nudging me you fucking bastards!!!&lt;br /&gt;- My thoughts running in my head.&lt;br /&gt;- My brother talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chosen 5 to do this:&lt;br /&gt;- Amilia&lt;br /&gt;- Shereen&lt;br /&gt;- Roan &lt;br /&gt;- Jie Yi&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Fu a.k.a Desmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! This is done! Now I am bored again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-115410831122925990?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/115410831122925990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=115410831122925990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/115410831122925990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/115410831122925990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-really-bored.html' title='I am really bored!!!!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-114199932928390270</id><published>2006-04-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T08:48:09.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking back down the memory lane....</title><content type='html'>Before we start walking down memory lane, let me start the 100th post with a stupid picture of &lt;strong&gt;TAN KAR LIANG&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/kl%20lick%20milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/kl%20lick%20milk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh alright! I was being mean. Just posted up this picture because I find it really intriguing. WHAT WAS HE THINKING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all prepared for the long ordeal ahead for typing this post. Windows Media Player is currently playing "Ni Bu Ai Wo" by Kang Kang. Coffee is placed on the table. Msn Status is set to busy. All done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my hundredth post. I took some time and looked back at all the entries I have written. It was Sunday, August 29, 2004 that I wrote my very first &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-blog-new-beginning.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;. Why HairlessHeirless? Well, it is a nice pun and I like it! Actually, I was just staring into space that day and this idea just hit me. Glad that everything turned out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has really depict my life. We have been through a lot together. Be it &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-catch-pervert-and-adventures-of.html"&gt;pervert hunting&lt;/a&gt; or expressing my &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2004/10/some-whatever-you-call-it-to-reflect.html"&gt;feelings&lt;/a&gt;, this blog has really stuck with me through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/04/ten-things-to-do-when-someone-comes-up.html#comments"&gt;guides&lt;/a&gt; which I come up with. Like there was this once on Wednesday, March 09, 2005, I came up with the most useless &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/03/urinal-etiquette.html"&gt;guide&lt;/a&gt; ever! Not only that, I also made stupid entries like &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-fun.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one. I didn't know what made me do this but it certainly is fun reading it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really matters are actually the blog recording down some memorable moments of my life. Memories like working for the first &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/03/whee-first-and-second-day-at-work.html"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; and recently getting my diver's card is priceless. Memories like this can never be forgotten. After all, that is what a weblog is for isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a weblog, how can I ever forget my friends? (&lt;strong&gt;CAUTION! ALL MY FRIENDS FEATURED HERE ARE EXTREMELY HOT! PLEASE TURN ON YOUR AIR CONDITIONING AT FULL BLAST AND KEEP ALL ICE CREAMS AWAY FROM THE SCREEN LEST THEY MELT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/linny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/linny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!!! MY GODDESS!! MY SUPER HOT GODDESS!! Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the Year 2001. Peicai Secondary school. Class 1H. I was sitting at the top right corner of the class. You were diagonally opposite me. Boy! You seem so far at that time. I also remember that you might transfer school during that year. Luckily you did not. Am I glad you did that! Never did I know that we would cross each other's path in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From being your friend to now a Wet bitch has really made me realise how much you mean to me. So never will we part even though there are a few thousand miles between us. Someone once told me, "Friends are people who are rowing in the same boat towards the same destination." So very true! So stay happy and crazy as you are alright?! Love you to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, someone said that in this picture you look like the celebrity from "My Sassy Girl" Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/FAZZIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/FAZZIE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady of Noise! It has been a long time since I heard from you Fazzie. I never really got to know all of you till almost June during Secondary 2 and we had to go to different classes already. Although our time together was so little, I had so much fun whenever we had chillouts at my house. Do you still remember the time we watched Final Destination 2 at my house? Hahaha! That was a blast wasn't it? We seriously have to meet up and have a chillout when Lin returns from the U.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/GENEVIVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/GENEVIVE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen Jie Mei! I really dig it when you call me Xin Mei! Hahahaha! It does indeed sound feminine but everyone else we mixed around with are all females. What to do? Obviously I get treated like one of the girls. Met you in NCC(Sea). Although my time with you is even shorter than the rest, I certainly have to say that I learnt a lot about you despite the time constrain. So many guys asked me, "Why are so many of your friends girls?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply told them, "Would you rather joke and punch around with a bunch of guys or rather go out with a group of beautiful, pure and fun girls?" Gen Jie Mei! Do set some time aside soon so we can all chillout together ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/HEIKE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/HEIKE2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIKE!!! My fellow Tau Huay friend. I really enjoyed the times we had together eating Tau Huay. All the secrets we shared, all the advice we had given to one another and all the hot gossips we always talk about. Really hope that you have time soon cos this is your second year in JC and things are gonna start getting more difficult from here on. Wish you the best in your coming tests and that you have adequete rest so you do not tire yourself out. Miss you like crazy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/ying%20ping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/ying%20ping.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DOTA friend, also another crapper. You promised to play DOTA with me once you got back from Malaysia! So where the hell are you now?! I have only one thing to say to you. You changed a lot! I really do not know what has gotten into you but I like it! You changed for the better, but do spend more time with all of us ok? I love your blurness when you were last time. So cute la! Do stay cute as always and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0333.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left to right: Qian Bei, Desmond, Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys really made my day on my birthday. Thanks for giving me so many wonderful memories. What makes this picture so valuable is that Bei Bei is acting cute! We should hang out more often yea? Bei Bei, you are crazy. Period. Desmond. Thanks for all the templates you did for me. I really appreciate it. Diana. You have got to loosen up girl! Be more extrovert! Make more friends! I cannot be alive forever to be your best friend! I would really like to see you have more friends so that I can see you smile and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/0504.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever thought up of the name 7 flowers and a dragon? One year with all of you has really whizzed past so fast. I am sad that we have to part for our second year. We would still meet, but how often can that be? Will we be able to go out as the whole group again like we did in the past? Would we have time for each other now that we have new friends again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 7 flowers which I adore so much, I tell you, YES! We will still hang out together and that we would still have time for each other. I believe that if we make an effort, we can still be as close as we did in the past. Sorry that I had to use this Neoprint. Shereen sent it to me. Hahaha! Which reminds me, I have not taken a neoprint with you girls yet. Let's go someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It has been a long time since I have blogged in here. This post will be my last post for now. I will be going for a long haitus status. (Actually I already am on one.) To all my friends! I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to be busy with both of my other blogs with my friends. I will be updating here when I feel like it. You can either go surf porn and wank to it to pass time or harress me to blog. Hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-114199932928390270?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/114199932928390270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=114199932928390270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/114199932928390270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/114199932928390270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/04/walking-back-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking back down the memory lane....'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-114043720655880385</id><published>2006-02-21T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:43:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandalous!</title><content type='html'>I am sure everyone has more or less heard about the little NYP's cheerleader escapade. I am also sure that everyone has their own opinions on the whole issue. Ultimately, her fate will be in the merciful (I Hope.) hands of NYP. No one knows for sure what the school will do. For those who are ignorant and know nuts about this matter, here is an excerpt from the newspaper dated, Monday, 20th February 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanyang Polytechnic is investigating a rumour that a video clip of one of its students engaging in sexual acts is making its rounds on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local forums and blogs have been buzzing with the news of Tammy, said to be a 17-year-old Nanyang Polytechnic Information Technology student who had taped a sex act with her boyfriend on her moblie phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from The Straits Time, Page 4, Monday, 20th February 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction on hearing this news was, "Oh! Chey! So they fuck! What is the big deal? Its not as if they are the first couple to do that!" That thinking didn't last long until some stupid guy on Mirc told me that they &lt;s&gt;fucked&lt;/s&gt; copulated in school. (They did not have sex in school.) On hearing that, I was like, "Oh what the fuck?! They had the audicity to copulate in the school?! &lt;s&gt;They should be put in pig cages and drowned in the sea!&lt;/s&gt; Whooops! It's the year 2006! Not 1950s. They should be slapped silly and thrown into jail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of you must be thinking if I saw the infamous video. Truthfully. I did. Sad to say. Nothing much. Like all guys would say, it is like a "bang bang, goodbye ma`am" kinda thing. Anyway, I found out later that they did not did it in school cos` none of the scenes bore any resemblance to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rumours going around that because of her infamous act, she will be expelled. The school claims that expulsion will &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; even be considered, so I suppose Tammy can heave a sigh of relief. I agree that the school should not expel her because she had sex at home! If she had done it in school, then I will give her a pat on her back and say a job well done but I am sorry that I will agree with the school to expel her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also checked the internet for the laws in Singapore. They said that the legal age for girls to have sex is 17. That is why the school should not have any notion to expel her either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about expulsion. Someone said that a girl is jealous of Tammy's popularity and stole her phone and uploaded that scandalous video and passed it around on the net. Some says that she lost her mobile and someone picked it up and discovered the video and passed it on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of us think logically, we would know that Tammy would not have lost her phone because something so important will constantly remind her not to lose it. So someone picking it up is an invalid excuse. Now, which leaves us about the girl being intoxicated by jealousy and stealing her phone. This is a possible scenario, bur I feel that things are not as simple as they seem to be. The sole purpose of uploading the video is to shame the victim. I am sure being jealous will not lead to someone doing this right? That person must not be sane to carry out something so inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is so, the school should concentrate on finding the culprit and &lt;s&gt;banishing him to the dungeons&lt;/s&gt; putting him/her behind bars. Friends of Tammy (Or they claim to be.) told me that for the past week Tammy has not been in school. If you happen to be reading this Tammy, I wish you would boldy step out and attend school like some other normal kid. Having sex is not a crime. (Unless of cos` you are under 17 years of age.) It is normal. So lift up your chin and go to school. You running away from all the problems now only shows to the antagonist that he has won this battle and you are runnig away with your tail between your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there will be people talking and laughing, but I think you must learn how to deal with that. (Those are probably people who do not get much sex la! So just fuck care them!) As for your parents, I am in no position to talk about how you should go about facing them. It is your own family so your own actions shall decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not more needs to be said. I only think that this issue is so grossly overated. Sex is a normal thing. It ain't a sin. If it was a sin, I rather not atone for my sins. Hahahaha! I am going to stop here. I am being forced to sleep now. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the above is just my opinion and has no sense of hostility towards Tammy or whosoever finds this entry revolting. Please stay open minded when reading this and try not to insult Tammy or anyone if you feel strongly for a certain remark made in this entry. Thank you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-114043720655880385?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/114043720655880385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=114043720655880385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/114043720655880385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/114043720655880385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/02/scandalous.html' title='Scandalous!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-113992692888598857</id><published>2006-02-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:22:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at what arrived in the mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/14-02-06_2133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/14-02-06_2133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/diverface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/diverface.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a fucking look at this!!!! Can you beat that?! Okok... But if you have got it, flaunt it! Now I am really a certified diver!!! Not DRIVER! So read properly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is valentine day. Sigh~ Spent my day in Ee Lon's house. I should be on the streets holding some pretty girls hand la! Likewise, that is what he thinks so too. Sadly we have no choice but to spend the day together. Oh well. I am sure next year I will be holding a girl's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I got my divers card!!!! Yay! Now I can really dive anywhere in the world! Good thing isn't it? YE SHU YUN!!! Go and take the course!!! I wanna dive with some friends too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a bad day!!! Com is malfunctioning again!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113992692888598857?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113992692888598857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113992692888598857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113992692888598857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113992692888598857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/02/look-at-what-arrived-in-mail.html' title='Look at what arrived in the mail!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113983745728565519</id><published>2006-02-13T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:30:58.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG1022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;strong&gt;BIGASS&lt;/strong&gt; nerd picture of me for you to laugh at because I have not been blogging here so oftenly. Laugh all you want cos` I do not look that way anymore! I went to cut my hair today! Now it looks more sucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are coming soon so expect lots more from here after the exams! Happy Valentine to all! I am signing out now. Just updating so that this place do not gather dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tan Kar Liang! May your wishes come true!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is good now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113983745728565519?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113983745728565519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113983745728565519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113983745728565519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113983745728565519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113785903935236794</id><published>2006-01-21T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:19:38.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swamped with projects now</title><content type='html'>I PROMISE TO BE BACK AFTER I HAVE FINISH ALL MY PROJECTS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113785903935236794?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113785903935236794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113785903935236794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113785903935236794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113785903935236794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/01/swamped-with-projects-now.html' title='Swamped with projects now'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113743101834526401</id><published>2006-01-17T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:24:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SE7EN X SE7EN = 4OURTY-NIN9</title><content type='html'>Just stole the title from Desmond's blog. Really bored now and I am not asleep. So I guess it is time to do somethings to pass my time away. Got this from desmond's blog. So visit there to see what he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Express your Love for SE7EN and get others to know more about you. ;D Copy and Paste the following into your own blog and complete all SE7EN bullets of the SE7EN questions. Then, pick SE7EN ppl to pass it on! Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1) When somebody smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;2) Being able to see HYN.&lt;br /&gt;3) Being able to see my friends.&lt;br /&gt;4) Sit down and do nothing but stone and enjoy a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;5) Housework.&lt;br /&gt;6) Eating bittergourd.&lt;br /&gt;7) Copulation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN ways to win my heart (right now):&lt;br /&gt;(Girls never ever try to win a guys' heart unless they are desperate!)&lt;br /&gt;1) Never smoke!&lt;br /&gt;2) Always wear a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;3) Be patient!&lt;br /&gt;4) Be positive!&lt;br /&gt;5) Be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;6) Be nice.&lt;br /&gt;7) Lastly, be a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things I believe in:&lt;br /&gt;1) Orgasm is the best feeling in the world!&lt;br /&gt;2) Everything is made in duality.&lt;br /&gt;3) There is no such thing as god.&lt;br /&gt;4) No such thing as love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;5) We control our future.&lt;br /&gt;6) UFO~&lt;br /&gt;7) Guys that gone through circumcision have better sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things I'm afraid of that are just BLAH:&lt;br /&gt;(Don't really understand this question, so I'll take it that it is asking for my fears.)&lt;br /&gt;1) Insects.&lt;br /&gt;2) Irrational people.&lt;br /&gt;3) Loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;4) Wrongly accused.&lt;br /&gt;5) UFO abducting me and doing experiments on me.&lt;br /&gt;6) Celery.&lt;br /&gt;7) Losing my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things I do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;(Oh what a stupid question.. I second that!)&lt;br /&gt;1) Blink.&lt;br /&gt;2) Shit.&lt;br /&gt;3) Insult somebody.&lt;br /&gt;4) Reviewing my day before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5) Think of HYN.&lt;br /&gt;6) Use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;7) Finding a way to get out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN people I want to see right now:&lt;br /&gt;1) HYN.&lt;br /&gt;2) HYN.&lt;br /&gt;3) HYN.&lt;br /&gt;4) HYN.&lt;br /&gt;5) HYN.&lt;br /&gt;6) HYN.&lt;br /&gt;7) HYN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN people who should also do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone. Can't really be bothered if they do it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am seriously bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113743101834526401?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113743101834526401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113743101834526401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113743101834526401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113743101834526401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/01/se7en-x-se7en-4ourty-nin9.html' title='SE7EN X SE7EN = 4OURTY-NIN9'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-113730275544924464</id><published>2006-01-15T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:24:34.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning~</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year is coming! Having Spring Cleaning now!!! BUSY BUSY BUSY BUSY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get ready for ang pows!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113730275544924464?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113730275544924464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113730275544924464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113730275544924464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113730275544924464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning~'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-113635289103584747</id><published>2006-01-04T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:14:30.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year has passed</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I still can't get over the fact that it is the year 2006. Which means that I am going to turn 18 soon. Can you imagine how fast time is passing? This is really incredible. I am now in the computer lab and there is a abundance of people. I managed to get on a terminal and I have to sit on the CPU! Can you believe that?! Oh well. I should count myself lucky to be able to get a terminal. Hahaha! I am just afraid that the CPU can't support my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was clearing my room last night. (As usual.) Looking back at all the worksheets I have done (actually, I didn't do most of them.) in my Secondary School days have certainly made me realise that time has really gone by too fast. It seems like almost yesterday that I just finished the BIG O's. I am dearly missing my classmates from my secondary life. I also miss those people whom I remember during my primary school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I found all the class photos I have taken! Yay! They are still preserved nicely in my drawer. It was a little dusty though. Please pardon the low quality of the pictures because they are retaken with a camera. I do not have a scanner. &lt;s&gt;If you are a kind person, you can donate money to me or just personally send me a scanner so that you can enjoy higher quality pictures.&lt;/s&gt; Erm. Just kindly offer me to scan the pictures will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0901.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken when I was in Primary One. Everyone looked so cute back then. All so small and fragile. My cousin was in the same class as me! He is on the top row, fifth person from the right. I still remember my teacher. Miss Soong. Now she is happily married. Mrs. Lee I think. I always thought that She is one of the prettiest teacher I have met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember my partner. She has a problem of lazy eye and she has to don a plaster over her left eye. She is the one sitting on my left. Hahaha! When we were young, partnering with another girl is like she is your girlfriend. So I had to endure all the teasing from the rest. Haahahah! It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0902.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0902.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 5. The journey when I was the most lazy. I constantly didn't do homework. Things got so worse that teachers had to write complain notes to my parents in my diary. They also called my parents daily to tell them all the homework I have. Hahahah! My form teacher, Mrs Lim. She is a very scary teacher. I remember not doing my Mathematics Challenging problems and she immediately threw me out of class. Hahaha! She told me also, "Today you wil die a lot of times!" Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one good thing came out of all this. I topped the class and was transferred to the best class in EM2 the next year. I was in the worst class in Primay 5. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I topped the class and my Dad bought me a Playstation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0905.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0905.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fun Shot! Yeah. That is me sticking out my tongue. My Chinese teacher was also another pretty teacher I had. I remember that I was so lazy and I didn't do my work until she got so angry and cried. Woah! Since that day, I never dare to not do her homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0903.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 6 Diligence. The most memorable time during my primary years. The transition to a new class was difficult. This was the best class in EM2. I was afraid that I would not fit in at all because they were all smart people. My cousin was also in this class. At least I had someone I knew. Hahaha! The people in this class is so close to each other. So much so that at least half of the class would go to an empty grass patch after school daily and play soccer. The girls would go too. Oh my! So memorable. I cried when I had to leave them after PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0907.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0907.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun shot as usual. Crazy form teacher trying to wring my neck. I guess she must be letting all her suppressed stress out because I didn't do my homework. (As usual) Notice the big haired teacher in the middle? She is the school's dicipline mistress and no one messes around with her. Coincidentally, she is my class's Science teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0909.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here came the transition from a primary school kid to a secondary school delinquent. I could only say that the feeling was really great! I thought I wouldn't like the new school, the people and the teachers but I was sooooo wrong! Ah~ Such memories. This is my Secondary one class picture. Met my first crush in this class. Hahahah! Currently, she is my best friend! Heya Lin~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0910.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun shot. You can see how nerdy we were when we got into secondary one. The socks were pulled up to the calfs. Hahahah! Now the shorter the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0912.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2. Notice my hairstyle? That is why I never ever want to spike my hair! Cos` I look like an idiot who just woke up! The teacher is one of the best teachers in Peicai! Everyone looks up to her! She is very resourceful and teaches her subject, Litrature well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0914.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun shot. I goofed! Secondary 2 is the year that streams us into which subject combination for us to take. That year I wasn't doing quite well but I luckily got into a double pure science stream! Hahahah! Thank my lucky stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite teacher!!!!! Phoonie! Hahahah! He is Mr. Anthony Phoon. I prefer to call him Phoonie like how people call Arnold, Arnie. He is a hunk I tell you! Those luscious lips of his. Opps! Did I sound a little gay back there? This teacher of mine had a way of curing my laziness. He threw me out of class whenever it was his lesson. Hahahah! I can remember back then. I was standing outside the class, "You know something? It feels as though I am at the zoo. Looking at a bunch of animals in a cage. (The classroom)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He instantaneously replied, "I always thought there are more people than animals in the zoo?" Hahahah! That shot me down instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0918.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the fun shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0919.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to stay with us till secondary 4 but that bugger left! Hahahaha! Didn't blame him cos` he has better job offer. Who can stop him right? This is taken when I was in Secondary 4. Time for the BIG O's. Sigh~ I didn't do really well. *gloom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last fun shot! Hahahah! You can see how crazy my class mates were! All the guys acting cute! Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture which I am about to show next is for those who do not believe that I was in the NCC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0923.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR FACE YE SHU YUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all notice that during the whole of my primary school years, I am always sitting on the first row same area? Sigh~ Who asked me to be short? *gloom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing all my friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113635289103584747?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113635289103584747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113635289103584747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113635289103584747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113635289103584747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-year-has-passed.html' title='Another year has passed'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-113613204500996106</id><published>2006-01-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:22:15.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>It is the first of january! Which means the start of a new year! I am so glad that a new year has started! This means everything shall start afresh! So what can we do in the new year? Resolutions of cos`!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has resolutions for this new year. I am no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda explains much doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the death of my microwave oven. Can you believe it?! It couldn't have picked a better time to conk out on me. I bought it in 1986 and it dies in 2006. That makes him exactly 20 years old. Sigh~ I will miss him. All the memories I had with him. All the good food it cooks. And most improtantly... I can't cook rice now! Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/microwave.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/microwave.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My beautiful Microwave Oven. How my heart bleeds for you. Sigh~ I will miss you. Thank you for serving me this long. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1986 - 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy new year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113613204500996106?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113613204500996106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113613204500996106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113613204500996106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113613204500996106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113587928098997547</id><published>2005-12-30T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:05:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something nice...</title><content type='html'>I have to thank Kar Liang for this picture. He created it for me. Such nice art works should not go uncredited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/hairlessheirless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/hairlessheirless.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! I know this picture has been with me for so long. So now I am letting everyone see your nice work of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you very much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113587928098997547?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113587928098997547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113587928098997547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113587928098997547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113587928098997547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-nice.html' title='Something nice...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-113561706508287875</id><published>2005-12-27T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:21:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit still lingers!</title><content type='html'>I know I am at least a day late for this entry but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the Christmas spirit! All the caroling, presents not to mention the food! I enjoyed Christmas this year cos` my friends came over and celebrate! It wasn't on Christmas day though. We had steamboat! Hahahah! We took pictures! At my house! Everyone had to wear a skirt on that day. Kinda like a party theme. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was on a Thursday if I remember cearly. We met at Bishan to buy the thing for the steamboat. I really have to thank my mother for helping cos` if she wasn't there to help, we might never have steamboat for that night. Buying stuff for steamboat was one thing and prepareing for the steamboat was another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bought like tons of food! Especially the vegetables. We also bought fish balls, meat balls, cuttlefish balls, prawn balls, frankfurters, crab stick and a lot more! You guessed it right. We didn't finish the food. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have lots of pictures. Before the steamboat and after the steamboat. Besides, what can you really do with a bunch of girls at your house? Photo-whoring of cos`!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jie Yi looks positively happy. I guess they must be watching something related to 5566. This was before the steamboat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Photo-whoring session begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smile for the camera!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0675.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0675.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lovely Da Jie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0677.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0677.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da Jie and Joycelin~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0680.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0680.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shu Yun and Yu Naing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0682.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0682.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group photo whoring~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0686.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0686.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait! I am not ready! One more time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0685.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0685.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much better~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0688.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0688.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0689.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0689.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tons of glorious food!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0690.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my house you can also indulge in a little Mahjong session.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0691.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little more photo-whoring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was a small little gift exchange. We even had a bottle of champainge. Peach flavoured. Hahahah! One funny thing about gift exchange is that everyone didn't know who to buy for and almost everyone was in a dilema. Maybe I should not complain cos` I think the girls are having a much more difficult time. I am the only guy in the group so they had to choose their gifts carefully. Hahaha! We drew lots to see whose present we will take. I got Da Jie's present and I love it! It is super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0692.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is Mickey! Nice! I love it! Thank you Da Jie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0693.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yu Naing got a really cute wallet to match her! (From Wan ying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0694.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wan Ying got a really cool planner from Amilia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0695.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da Jie got a lucky charm from Shu Yun. How thoughtful. The charm is for studies. Hahahah! Typical Singaporeans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0696.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roan got the most precious gift from Joycelin. A book with pictures about us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0697.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joycelin got my gift from Perlini's Silver. Wonder if she liked it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0698.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shu Yun got a pair of earrings from Shereen. A lousy attempt to act cute in front of the camera. "=.=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0701.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jie Yi looks positively happy with her gifts from Roan. Those are premium chocolates alright! It cost bloody more than our budget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0702.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amilia with her towel. Looks cool. Jie Yi certainly has good taste for towels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0706.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally the highlight of the night is starting. It is Shereen's birthday on Christmas day. So we bought her a gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0707.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh?! What kind of a gift is this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0708.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0708.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layer after layer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0709.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0709.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After layer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0711.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0711.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After layer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0712.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After layer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0713.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally! Look at all the newspaper!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0714.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oei! I am not ready la! One more time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0715.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our presents!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo-whoring session again! Notice the hand gestures. One to ten! Hahahah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0717.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The previous one was nice. So here is another one for your eyes to feast on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0718.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bestest of friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0719.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A memorable day ending with a memorable picture. Wonder if we can still keep this up after our seperation. My feet are in there too! Guess which one is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113561706508287875?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113561706508287875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113561706508287875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113561706508287875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113561706508287875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-spirit-still-lingers.html' title='Christmas Spirit still lingers!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113530858273627932</id><published>2005-12-23T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:33:27.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I found?!</title><content type='html'>I was searching through my drawer for something and guess what I found? Some really old picture of me! Hahaha! Never thought I would see it again. Thought I would share it with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture was taken in Australia. I think it was Melbourne. Can't realy remember cos I was still so young. At least I knew how heavy that damn Koala Bear was. It was scratching me like some crazy animal. Hahahah! But I liked it! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I dun look cute when I am young so please just enjoy the photos of the Koala Bears and not me. I really hate it when someone says I look like a girl when I am young. Totally hate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a nostalgic trip. So memorable! Haahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0720.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0720.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/1600/CIMG0724.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5207/534/400/CIMG0724.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you enjoyed the pictures as much as I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113530858273627932?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113530858273627932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113530858273627932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113530858273627932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113530858273627932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/12/guess-what-i-found.html' title='Guess what I found?!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113492856695379172</id><published>2005-12-19T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:12:17.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know why...</title><content type='html'>Congrats to Xiaxue who won the best asian weblog awards 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad has already left for Shanghai long ago. My house is in a disaster. Hope everything would be cleared up by the time they come home. My brother invited some of his friends to stay over. Yeah. Xiaxue came to stay over too. Enjoyed having her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went out with my friend and we went to the toilet. Guess what we saw?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/toilet.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/toilet1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it girls! You all are sloooooooow creatures. They even had to put a bench there for guys who wait for their girlfriends who visits the toilet. Weird thing is, why did they put it outside the female toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Females. Slowest creatures even when visiting the toilets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113492856695379172?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113492856695379172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113492856695379172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113492856695379172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113492856695379172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-i-know-why.html' title='Now I know why...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-113422575367232801</id><published>2005-12-10T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:53:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are here again!</title><content type='html'>It is always easy to tell when christmas is nearing. You just turn on the television and see if they are starting to air abalone advertisments. Just be on a look out for Zoe Tay, Fann Wong or Sharon Au flashing their most charming smile and holding the can of abalone or barbecued pork. Also you might start hearing kids cheering cos` their holidays are here, for holidays means... Overseas trip!(Nope I am not generalising. Most of the people take this time to go overseas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in poly certainly has its advantages and disadvantages. Advantages such that I can &lt;s&gt;easily skip school&lt;/s&gt; enjoy the freedom of not having the need to don a uniform. Since this world is created in duality, (or so I believe that it is.) there has to be a bad thing. Poly holidays (Hey! Let's call it poly holi [haw-lee] from now on! It rhymes!) rarely coincides with the Primary and Secondary Schools'. Thus not enabling me to go on a trip that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have had it, my term break falls on the 16th of December 2005 to the 1st of January 2006. Sigh~ All good things must come to an end. Someone up there certainly does not like me and is conspiring against me. We searched for a tour that would fit our family schedule and yet there were none! Can you believe that?! I mean, what is this?! Can you just imagine how many of my readers will feel so sad when they do not have anything interesting to read when they visit?! Can you feel my pain?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are still trying very hard to find some way to get of this puny little island which I love so dearly. I really appreciate their effort and thought. They feel really bad when they could not accomplish what they promised us. I was so happy when they said we were going to Taiwan for a holiday. I really wanted to go to the hot springs. Argh! Imagine it is the cold and frigid winter and I am relaxing in the hot springs. What an enjoyment it would be. Now all that has vanished, I guess I have to go for a substitute good. Namely, filling up the bathtub with hot water and go wading in it. Maybe install an air-conditioner inside so I can get as close as possible to Taiwan as it is the winter season there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since that there isn't any tour for me to go on, I shall bring you, my readers for a tour! A tour of my house! Hahahaha! Bear with me cos` I really wanted to go for a trip. Besides, I have been wanting to post pictures of my house on my blog long ago. Hahahahaha! So here goes! (Try imaginating that you are at my house... Makes the whole blog entry more fun to read.) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;So, you are at the door of my house. You reached for the doorbell but hesitated cos` you are wondering how my house would look like. Sounds of children laughter at the void deck broke your thought and you pressed the doorbell. In an instance, the door swung open and you saw me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That paragraph up there was lame. When you are at my door, peering through the gates, you would see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0213.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh? It is some kinda art work. Using different kinds of wood and joining them together to make art. Hahaha! Before we continue, some of the things in my house has a very old heritage. Some of the stuff are even older than me. I'll show them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. From that art piece, when you look to the left, it is the living room, where the living people live. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/livingroom2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/livingroom.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, some houses have two levels. My house also has two levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0208.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0209.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0210.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 0.5 inches high! Hahahahaha! That area behind the couch is actually for us to sit and mingle. It hasn't really been used correctly except that I used to mug there for my O's. The platform is made of wood. Kinda cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking position from the art piece again, you look to the right and you will see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0225.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That area leads to the bedrooms and kitchen. Sorry that I am not gonna show the bedrooms cos` my bedroom is in a huge mess. So let us go to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0218.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0219.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kitchen! I spend many a good time there eating and munching on tidbits. Hahahaha! The refrigerator! Is huge! Holds lots of food! Not to mention that there is an ice and water dispenser! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That kinda concludes the end of the tour. I am too ashamed to show you the bedrooms. It is really messy. It is almost like stepping into the wilderness. If you drop your keys or pencil in my room, you might never be able to recover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me telling you about how some of the things in my house is older than me? Hahaha! Here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0217.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pot and the stool that the pot is sitting on are waaaaaaay older than me. I have no idea where it came from but I do know that it was in my house since I was born. I often ask my dad where it came from, but I really have not gotten an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0214.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure all of you have seen phones like this. This is another object which is older than me. This thing was passed down from my dad's side of the family. Imagine you are in an emergency and you want to dial 999. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0207.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite appliances in the kitchen. Yup. Older than me. It shows how durable it is. It is still working in almost perfect condition. From my old house till now. Surprising. Yeah. It is clean la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0206.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plant is called the money plant. (At least that is what I think it is called.) This dates way back to even before my brother was born. That means it is at least 21 years old! Have you ever kept a plant that long?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the oldest thing in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0215.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are stamps. These stamps are the stamps for my father's grandfather shop. They once opened a jewellery shop. It is at least a century old. Amazing! Hahahah! Weird huh? I never knew I had such things at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cool house. Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0223.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0224.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/dadsfan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/kitchensfan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/lvingroomfan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/sisfan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/studyroomfan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you know why? With so many fans, how can my house not be cool? Hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really want to go to Taiwan and the hot springs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113422575367232801?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113422575367232801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113422575367232801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113422575367232801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113422575367232801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-are-here-again.html' title='Holidays are here again!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113345533899610631</id><published>2005-12-02T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:42:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>Woooo hoooooo! I am back! With a whole new look! Yeah! That is me sporting a hairless look. Nope. I am not really bald, this is just a computer generated picture of me. Laugh at it for all I care! I love this new layout and I think it will stay for some time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Desmond for making the layout. I really like it. Makes me kinda egoistic though. Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the top you see my bald head and scroll down to the most bottom and you will see the other half of my face! Cute huh?! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back with more updates now that I have changed my template. See you all in a while then. Gonna go play pool with Heike tomorrow! Ciao people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hairless... Look at my bald head! I'm lovin` it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113345533899610631?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113345533899610631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113345533899610631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113345533899610631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113345533899610631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113146475022355668</id><published>2005-11-08T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:32:03.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Note...</title><content type='html'>I always thought that only people in Nyp would call me by the name Dragon. Who knows that this name has already spreaded through my family like a plauge. All my cousins calls me by that name now. Argh! Who can I blame but myself? If I didn't open my damn mouth in the first place, this wouldn't have happened. Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113146475022355668?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113146475022355668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113146475022355668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113146475022355668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113146475022355668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-note.html' title='Random Note...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-113066919013176210</id><published>2005-10-30T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T16:28:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunday at East Coast Park</title><content type='html'>Bright sunny morning! Birds were singing and flowers are blooming. I felt someone tickle my feet. Feeling irritated, I decided to just withdrew my feet into my warm comforter. I fell back into dreamland where I was abruptly awaken by the same tickle at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck off la! Don't disturb me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that the person behind the deed was my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shocking music plays!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to fall asleep again when a sharp pain came across my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OWWWW!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and the sunlight came penetrating into my world. My vision was a blur for the first few seconds. When my vision cleared up, I saw my dad standing in front of my bed with his fist clenched together and with a scowl on his face ala Crayon Shinchan's mother style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wei Xin. Wake up already! You said you wanted to tag along right? I am leaving soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up on my bed still dazed from the blow. I reached out for my cellphone and looked at the time. 8 A.M!! Oh man! My dad will be leaving at 8.30 A.M! I got to my feet and opened my wardrobe. While rummaging through my closet for my outfit of the day, it suddenly hit me! Why didn't my dad lose his cool when I told him to fuck off? I gave it not much thought and went to bathe and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set out at 8.30 A.M on the dot and was bound for East Coast Park. The journey there was really boring. The only thing that entertained me was the radio that kept playing ABBA songs. I stared out of the window and enjoyed the music as I counted the numbers of cars that drove past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes out remote and presses the fast forward button."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were at East Coast Park. My dad brought his in-line skates while my mum decided to take a nice stroll along the beach. Me? I promptly headed down to the bike rental shop and rented a bike! Haha! I have waited so long for this day to come! Ever since my birthday, I wanted to go to East Coast Park and ride a bike. Finally! I was able to fufil my craving today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling happy, I skipped to the nearest bike shop and looked around. Decided that I wanted this bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle! I'll take this bike!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, xiao di di(small kid) ah. Why don't you take this bike instead? It's cheaper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pauses for awhile not knowing what to say.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind la uncle, I'll stick to my decision. Thank you for your recommendation anyways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really having a weird day. First, my dad didn't hit the ceiling when I told him to fuck off, and now the shopkeeper does not want to earn money. Really weird! So, gleefully, I rode my bike out to meet my dad who was waiting for me at the starting point so we could go together. When I got back, I was surprised to see my father's friend with him. One good thing though, now my mom has a companion to walk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any further ado, we setted off with my dad and his friend blading and me cycling. We were riding happily along the cycling path when suddenly a bolt from my father's rollerblade popped out. As I was behind my dad and his friend, it was only normal that I stop and pick the bolt up. Doing so, I had to stop my bike and dismount it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon dismounting it, I moved the bike's 'ass' so that I could get the bolt as it was over it. As luck would have had it, a skater was coming from behind and he hit right on on my bike and he was like rolling on the floor. I could see that he had taken a huge spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was rolling on the ground, he was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARGH!!!! FUCK!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK!!!! ARGH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over and offered my hand to help him up but was rejected with shove of the hands. I was quite taken aback and was kinda stunned. He got up himself and started cursing away. I quickly went over to apologise and he said it doesn't help the situation in any way. He asked me if I was 18 and asked me who my dad was. I told him that I wasn't 18 and he instantaneously went to my dad and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My back hurts. I am going to see a doctor. Give me your namecard and contact number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing that the man was obviously trying to get us to compensate him, I went to his face and shouted... (really shouted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK HERE MISTER! I AM THE ONE WHO CAUSED THE ACCIDENT! WHY GO TO MY FATHER AND ASK FOR A COMPENSATION? YOU SHOULD TALK TO ME AND NOT HIM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just keep your mouth shut. You are not 18 yet so your father is still responsible for your wrong doings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR MY WRONG DOINGS! NOT MY FATHER OR ANYONE ELSE! WHICH PART OF THAT SENTENCE YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just totally ignored me. He went on rattling about how his back is pain and wants a compensation. In the mean time I was furious and my patience was blowing over. Feeling dissatisfied with him, I went up to him and told him that it was preposterous that he wanted a compensation. Then I told him that is wasn't my fault that he was going so fast and had not time to dodge me. This was what he said to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is not speed limit here. So I can go fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and guess what?! It is as though heaven is helping me. I pointed over his shoulder and there is was! A speed limit that says fifteen! Plus I am darn sure he was going faster than 15 when he collided into my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he wanted to call the police to settle evrything. I told him to go ahead and call if he wanted to because I was not in the wrong right from the start. He asked me what the number for police was and I told him I didn't know. He had to call the yellow pages and asked for the number. When he got the number, he asked me once more if I wanted to compensate him and I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came up the most stupidest sentence ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM A PROFESSIONAL SKATER! I DO NOT GET INTO ACCIDENTS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'm sorry, but you are already in an accident. Besides, to what extend do you consider yourself a professional? The way I see it, you are just a speed demon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WAS BORN ON SKATES DAMN IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear! Your parents didn't have money to buy proper shoes? Besides, did anyone confer you the title professional? Professionalism is subjective my sir, the whole world can say that you are a professional but I deny it because a professional does not get into a fit when he meets with an accident and demands compensation. So do you still want to call the police?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will. You just wait. I have taken down your bike number," with that, he skates off into the distance. "God bless singapore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted back to him, "GOD BLESS FINLAND!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird day isn't it? Now I am waiting for police to come and get me. Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my mouth! Best self defence mechanism ever made on me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-113066919013176210?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/113066919013176210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=113066919013176210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113066919013176210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/113066919013176210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-at-east-coast-park_113066919013176210.html' title='A Sunday at East Coast Park'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112939885485474494</id><published>2005-10-23T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T13:55:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management</title><content type='html'>Have not been blogging for a long time. I am not having the patience to sit down and think of what to type anymore. It is indeed weird that I feel this way. I am so cooped up with other things even though I WAS on holiday. Haha! You heard me right. School is starting soon and I am glad it is! Holiday was a boring time for me. Staying at home all day with nothing to do. Pratically rotting at home! Not to mention a great time to laze around and grow fat! Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title today reminds me of the show I watched some time back. Adam sandler acting as a person who needed anger management and the therapist helps him by aggravating him. It's like what the chinese say. Yi3 du2 gong1 du2. Fighting fire with fire. (Literal meaning is fighting poison with poison.) However my entry isn't going to be a movie review but about managing your anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger. A feeling that is filled with malice (usually) and not to mention hatred. People get angry for all sorts of reason. From a disagreement to an act of betrayal. Anything! As long as when a party feels hurt, anger will set in and destroy any hope of solving the problem harmoniously together. So like any other feelings it can be controlled easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people say that it is not as easy as I think it is. Wrong! I beg to differ. Emotions are embedded within you. You should be able to control them. Many a times people think that emotions control them but little did they know that their thinking are actually controlling their emotions which in turn they think that emotions control them. If you are confused with the sentence above, do not worry for that is how I feel about these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to control your anger, we must first know the reason for your anger. Then we go on to analyzing the problem. Ask yourself if it is worth feeling angry over such a matter. What will you benefit from feeling angry? Anger only results in sadness and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controlling your temper, like I said, is not difficult. Here are some ways that you can do to get over your anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Prof. Ah^Wei Anger Manangement----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do housework. (This does wonders! When you are doing housework, it actually alleviates stress. Trust me. It really works.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go take a nap. (Sleep on the trouble. Ignorance is bliss. Ignore it for awhile, but you have to remember that the problem still persist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sit down and meditate. (Kinda like sleeping but it is not. You have to stay awake. Think about how to solve the problem calmly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Go and do something you like. (Try to make yourself happy as much as possible. Pamper yourself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Just find something to do la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure all of you understand what I mean. Anger is not something to be tolerated. Get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anger is bad for health. It makes people old! Do you want to be old?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112939885485474494?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112939885485474494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112939885485474494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112939885485474494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112939885485474494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/10/anger-management.html' title='Anger Management'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112732534502703668</id><published>2005-09-22T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:55:47.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally seventeen!! One more year to go before I can go clubbing!!</title><content type='html'>Finally! I am back. I feel great from my haitus status. I am going to resume blogging now. For those who has been waiting for that post, please pardon me as I have to postpone it. Will get it done soon. As for today, I am happy to announce that I am finally seventeen! Just one more year to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting for my photos to load so jus be patient while I explain a lil` about my family life. Every year, my family will celebrate each other's birthday by going out to dinner of their choice. So this year, I picked a restaurant that we have not been there since the last time my brother graduated from Primary 6. That means I have not been there for at least TEN years! I was around Primary 2 when I last went there. That restaurant has always been special for me as whenever in the past we have a celebration, my father would bring us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a surprise when I said I wanted to eat there, my dad was a little shocked. That dear old dad of mine was to thoughtful that he went all the way there to check if the restaurant is still open, since it has been TEN long years and we didn't know if the business has wounded up. I was really glad that it is still opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant is called Hilltop restaurant. For it is located at the top of a hill in Singapore. It is near Jurong Bird Park. Being up so high, the view isn't that bad either. It was just too bad that it lacked the cold foggy air that Genting possesses. The pictures are finally uploaded so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0329.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0339.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dark so pardon the blur pictures. You have to believe me that the view is really breathtaking. It almost makes you feel that there isn't such a place in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0335.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The entrance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0335.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stairways to heaven. Lol~ I am joking! The stais to the restaurant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0343.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0342.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0341.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice furnishing isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the food! The food are the best! I can still remember the taste TEN years ago and this time I ate it, it was still as heavenly as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0344.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0350.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before we started eating, we had to wear that bib. Makes me look like a big baby! Hahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0351.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up! Garlic Rice. This is the best Garlic rice I ever had. They actually have garlic in it! The hot piping aroma! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0357.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was another variety. I think is it called the olive oil with something-I-don't-know-what Rice. Nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0352.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teppanyaki begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0353.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer meat. I think. Can't remember. Why not have a barrage of photos?! Ready? Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0364.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0361.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0363.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0345.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0347.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough?! More?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0358.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0360.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0359.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0356.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0366.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0355.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0365.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0354.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice wine! Sake! Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0362.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is enough isn't it? I am sure you are all thinking how much do the food cost huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0337.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too expensive and not cheap either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say thanks to my parents who made it all happened! Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a28/oakathefirst/CIMG0371.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112732534502703668?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112732534502703668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112732534502703668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112732534502703668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112732534502703668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-finally-seventeen-one-more-year.html' title='I am finally seventeen!! One more year to go before I can go clubbing!!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-112498865465433613</id><published>2005-08-26T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:54:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of things are going to happen!</title><content type='html'>It has been a hectic week. Exam blues and all. Wonder if I am able to cope with everything. Gonna have a Principles of Management paper in exactly 8 hours and 40 minutes. I still cannot I am sitting here blogging. Perhaps a way to reduce stress. Yeah~ A nice way of reducing that unwanted feeling which is making me so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog's birthday is coming! Apparently, I have a classmate who shares the same birthday of my blog. I can't wait for the 29th to arrive! I wonder if there are going to be fireworks in honour of my blog? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am planning a really long blog post with pictures which is due on my blog's birthday itself. So please wait patiently for good things comes to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is more? After the paper which will be over in exactly 10 hours and 30 minutes, I am free! I will be enjoying my lovely vacation. So ask me out! Unless I get a job or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my job hunting. It isn't going as good as I thought it would be. Perhaps I am choosy. I don't know. Went to Cafe Cartel in Cineleisure with Shan An to ask if they were hiring. I was turned away because I wasn't 18!! What! Age discrimination! I bet you that I can do things as good or even better than your 25 year old employee! And I do not really see how someone younger than me can work there and I can't. Preposterous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ It seems as though the show "Gotcha!" is coming back on Channel 5. At least I think so cos I was gagged by them! I cannot believe it! So many people in Cineleisure today and I was the one they chose! Stupid people! I think I am gonna look stupid on telly! (Who doesn't look stupid on shows like this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get on with my studies. This is the only paper I think I can score the best. If I study that is. But before I go, I will leave some pictures for you guys to see. It is the pictures of my diving trip. UNDER THE WATER!!! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the fishes shall we? *Photo's size has been reduced due to the complain of many people. Their computer is just lousy! Take so long to upload nice photos.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418706153rGobHL_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are small barracudas. I wanted to see the large ones. However, it cannot be done as the big ones do not invade these parts of the waters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418709489jFyYZK_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418709316jwqykf_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418709023DzAjKB_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea what these fishes are called. Haha! They are beautiful though! The colours and the patterns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418711064PLMYzc_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PEEK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418710624GcjMlB_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418710719pJZyJH_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who still doubt that I am a certified diver. The next few pictures will prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418705392hfRohB_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one on the right. That is me la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418706011YBvNar_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What can I say? Lol~ I like that pose la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I love that pose so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TA DAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/418710311ZqfJrc_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup! That's me all right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blog birthday is coming! Let us celebrate! Get ready for the super long post!(Which I only think it will be long... Hopefully...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112498865465433613?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112498865465433613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112498865465433613' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112498865465433613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112498865465433613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/08/lot-of-things-are-going-to-happen.html' title='A lot of things are going to happen!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112480939964644522</id><published>2005-08-24T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:28:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Singapore Minute August 24th 2005</title><content type='html'>Saw this from &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com"&gt;mrbrown's&lt;/a&gt; blog long ago. Only then I decided to do something about it. I have taken these pictures from my house and this is what I see every night. It is the "onesingaporeminute" thingy from mrbrown's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0202.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The view at night from my study room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0204.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The place where I spend many a time being a couch potato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Singapore to me. The peaceful surroundings of Serangoon in the night. Cool wind blowing from the north during the Monsoon season. Love it! How long more can we get to enjoy this? I dare say forever! I love Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM Lee's speech has really moved me. Especially when he talked about the first National Day Parade. When it rained and everyone did not run for shelter but stayed there and cheered on for the marching contigents! I am really proud of my country. No words can describe my long forever patriotism for my beloved country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Technorati Tag:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/onesingaporeminute" rel="tag"&gt;onesingaporeminute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore my homeland and forever it will be!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112480939964644522?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112480939964644522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112480939964644522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112480939964644522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112480939964644522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-singapore-minute-august-24th-2005.html' title='One Singapore Minute August 24th 2005'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112395154845614326</id><published>2005-08-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:49:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Day spirit still lingers in the air~</title><content type='html'>I still feel so patriotic whenever I walk the streets of Singapore! That feeling that tells me to feel proud of everything that we have. So, to commemorate the Post National Day spirit, I have asked a friend of mine to show the typical hand gestures of Singaporean teenage girls acting "cute". Let us cut the story short and get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The perfect guide to acting "Cute"! Pattern One to ten!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0140.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first pose. Notice the model uses his index finger to press against his cheek and then facing 45 degrees away from the camera. To complete the act "Cute" pose no.1, try winking the eye that is opposite of the finger and then stick out your tongue, which my incompetent model failed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0141.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second pose is easy. Use both your index and middle finger to make the peace sign and then turn it 90 degree and place it at your eye level. For a nicer picture, girls can try making their eyes look bigger and then take the picture from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0142.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just add one more freaking finger la! The rest refer to pose 2.( Pardon the blur picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0143.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pose, put up four fingers and cover your mouth with it. Act like you are laughing. Certainly an act "Cute" pose. For a better picture, get well nice manicured fingers. Unlike this model here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0144.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is simple la. Show your palm and place it beside your face and then smile away! Girls can wear low cut clothes and then proceed to use this pose and bend 90 degree forward showing some you-know-what. *Do this only if you have something to show. Don't freak us guys out with something you do not have.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0145.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My model particularly like this picture of himself. I wonder why? Anyways, for the sixth pose, clench your fist only to let out your thumb and pinky. Make it look like a telephone. For a nicer picture, you can do like what my model is doing. Winking or sticking out your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0146.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pose is more for guys, but girls can use it too. Put your thumb and index finger perpendicularly to one another and then place it under your chin. Finally, give yourself that "I am so pretty/handsome such that you will fall in love with me on your first sight," look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0147.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This involves your thumb, index and middle finger. Put them as shown in the picture and viola! You got yourself an act "Cute" pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0148.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more of the act cool look. Do I have to go on explaining how to do it? It is not like you guys have no eyes to see how it is done in the picture. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0149.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes the ten poses to act "cute". I would like to give accolades to the model and my camera. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, me and Shan An walked all the way from The esplanade to Marina South. It was a fucking long walk la! Haha! We even had to cross the highway. So how often does one get to walk on a fucking highway in the middle of the night?! The feeling was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0164.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the middle of the night. It was like about near 2 a.m.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I wanna complain! If all of you have been to the carnival at Marina South, I am sure you know that the carnival is very far from the MRT station. The fucking management had the fucking cheek to tell us that it is only a 15 minutes walk?! It seemed like an eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0100.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck it la! I perspired like some crazy fellow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0108.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craziness! I was stupid enough to believe them. This was what I got.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore! I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112395154845614326?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112395154845614326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112395154845614326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112395154845614326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112395154845614326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-spirit-still-lingers-in.html' title='The National Day spirit still lingers in the air~'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112364246976522795</id><published>2005-08-09T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:50:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 and still going strong!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! I am really proud of Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have met up with my blog community members. Although most of them were the people I know, I still want to extend my graditute to those who made time for it and came. Saying that it was a success would be more of an over statement because I doubt the whole outing was carefully planned. I still enjoyed it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Melvin for the first time. You do know that when you meet someone for the first time, you will probably be kinda shy and not talk alot. It was not the case with Melvin. He was just as lame and fun as me! One thing though, he makes me look like a midget cause' he's 188. Haha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda late for the meeting cause stupid Shan An was pratically taking his time to change and get ready for it. In the end, Chang Xiang, Shan An and me were late for an hour. Anyways, we had dinner at Marina Square. One of the restaurants. Most of us had Ramen. In the end, the bill totalled up to $64+. Haha! We did spend a lot of money that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling our stomachs, we headed down to the Esplanade. It was crowded. However, we got the best spot to watch the fireworks. We were so close to it that the remains of the fireworks fell onto us. Some of the remains were actually still burning hot! One of it dropped right onto my eye. Fuck la! It was so painful! I must remember to bring the umbrella the next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that nice display of fireworks, we headed back to Marina Square again to have a drink. We found ourselves at Coffee Club. I tell you. My blog community are very great con artists. I ordered a $5.80 iced mocha and I ended up paying ten bucks for it. I don't know why, but I never got back any change! You guys are good la! Think your future jobs are CONsultants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day! I love watching fireworks! So beautiful! The sights and sound. Colours and shapes! Spectacular! Just imagine having sex to the rythem of the fireworks. (I shan't go on about how that would be my fetish. Girls will start to wonder what kind of a person I am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this post, I am finally going to blog on my Diving trip! Hooray! The long awaited one! Diving is great! The feeling is superb! It is a whole different world when you go into the water. The only sound you hear is your breathing. So just imagine how peaceful and quiet it is. Also not to mention the colourful corals and fishes you get to see. Most importantly! I got to see a sea turtle! Fuck! It damn cute la! I got to touch it and swam with it. How I wished I could bring it home with me. Haha! Enough said. The photos. The photos are only taken on land. The ones in the sea... I don't have an underwater camera!!! So no pictures of fishes. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person is named Vincent. He was my diving instructor! He is a very funny guy. Especially in the water. He would very much look like Crayon Shinchan If he grew fatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boat ride to the island, the moon was very beautiful. I trid to take a picture of it but it came out this way. Kinda dissapointed. The sky was filled with stars too! I didn't take a piture of it cos' it would probably not turn out the way I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0005.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The island! Pulau Muar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0012.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0013.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0014.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0015.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room I stayed in with my brother and dad. There is actually air conditioning inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0016.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the animals on the island. There were chickens but they were too fast for me to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0028.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his friends who took diving lessons with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0034.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sights of Pulau Dayang! Look at how fucking clear the water is! You don't see that in Singapore do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0041.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dive site! This was the closest photo I could get to the fishes. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0053.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After diving. Such a beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0071.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group photo before we leave for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we stopped at places to eat. I saw some really weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0086.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought chilli sauce was always packed in bottles? This one was in a Milo kind of tin! You don't see that in Singapore too do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0092.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one really cracked me up. It says that the one selling for 2 Rm is fresh. That means the one selling for 1 Rm isn't? What a way to advertise their products. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0087.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some trees which I found very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was very enjoyable. I do have more pictures but I don't know why photobucket do not wanna upload them. I am now a certified diver! I can dive anywhere in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sea is the best place to be! I have fallen in love with diving!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112364246976522795?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112364246976522795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112364246976522795' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112364246976522795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112364246976522795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/08/40-and-still-going-strong.html' title='40 and still going strong!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112346560096663742</id><published>2005-08-08T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:46:40.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>I am happy that Singapore has grown a year older. It is really something to be proud of. Such a small country but with quite a powerful currency. We are also the only country in the world where over 90% of our people have a place to stay in. That is a great accomplishment! Happy birthday Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my blog is going to be one year old soon! 29th of august! I am waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112346560096663742?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112346560096663742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112346560096663742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112346560096663742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112346560096663742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-112299833602027745</id><published>2005-08-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:58:56.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to apologise...</title><content type='html'>I wish to sincerely thank those people who have brought up to me that I have over reacted over a certain incident. For those who has read my previous post which I have taken down, please forgive me for those harsh words that you all have to read. Most impotantly, I want to say sorry to Qian Bei. All those inhumane words were directed at her. Those inhumane words could have only come from an inhumane person. I guess it would only be right to call myself a stuper now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit now that I was being too paraniod. I am self conscious. My self consiousness has gotten me into trouble. I know I was in the wrong. Yet my pride held me back from apologising. I do not have the guts to say it straight in your face. However, here I am having some wishful thinking that you would forgive me. You are indeed someone I hold dear to. So much that it pains me to lose a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, I can tell you must be very hurt after reading those words. I have no right to say that you should forgive me either. I cannot blame you for being angry at me. After all, anyone would be if those inhumane words were directed at him or her. I have to admit that your feelings never crossed my mind when I wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, considering the situation now. Having no rights to make you forgive me, I think I shall let you hold the decision to forgive me or not. Even though you want to break off this friendship, I would never blame you. I have only myself to blame for. Breaking of the friendship to you might mean freedom from an inhumane person but to me it would be a punishment. Until that day you want to forgive me, I will be waiting for you to talk to me. If you don't, that could only mean my punishment is mett out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. Truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maaf. Maaf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112299833602027745?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112299833602027745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112299833602027745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112299833602027745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112299833602027745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-to-apologise.html' title='I want to apologise...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112262926180227796</id><published>2005-07-29T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T17:27:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wun be back till Sunday</title><content type='html'>I will be going to Malaysia, Dayang for scuba diving. I won't be back till Sunday. I promise pictures! Serious! I already am thinking of the sea. Can't wait to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scuba Diving! Here I come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112262926180227796?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112262926180227796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112262926180227796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112262926180227796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112262926180227796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/wun-be-back-till-sunday.html' title='Wun be back till Sunday'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112254059941315244</id><published>2005-07-28T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:49:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think CHIJ girls have serious attitude problem</title><content type='html'>I sure hope that I am the only one thinking this way, because I really do not understand why CHIJ girls have this attitude that makes me wanna smack their faces with my infamous red stiletto heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly mean one girl in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her very first words she said to me in computer class. My place did not have a chair and I had to take the empty chair that was beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your chair cannot fit you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the fuck?! Her very first impression to me was something like this? Naturally, given my nature I told her off straight in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is from CHIJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am discriminating but I am sure some of you have incured the wrath of some CHIJ girls and they have this stupid attitude that is so bitchy and irritating. What is more, they act like they are sophisticated and high class when they are not. Like I said, they &lt;strong&gt;ACT.&lt;/strong&gt; Did I mention that they always like to make their skirt very short which makes them look so slutty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not all. There is always this proud aura engulfing them. They always look like they are the queen and everyone is their loyal subjects. My bloody foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sophisticated? Pui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112254059941315244?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112254059941315244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112254059941315244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112254059941315244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112254059941315244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-think-chij-girls-have-serious.html' title='I think CHIJ girls have serious attitude problem'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112248022425974908</id><published>2005-07-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:03:44.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog!</title><content type='html'>I and my friends have started a blog community! Please click this &lt;a href="http://senseless-logic.blogspot.com"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to go there. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this blog will not be as updated as often until I finish the business I have with the blog community. So pardon me my legion of adoring fans. Once everything is done, you can not only get one dose of me but two doses when I start to blog over there too. So please wait with anticipation for all good things come to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have linked my community. You can all find it under the "others" section on the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A community! I am happy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112248022425974908?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112248022425974908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112248022425974908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112248022425974908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112248022425974908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-blog.html' title='A new blog!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112230977442089308</id><published>2005-07-25T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:49:21.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to say it...</title><content type='html'>I hate to say it, but I think Singaporeans are getting more and more stupid. Why should the government remove the barrier when you refuse to listen and break the rules? I am sure those barriers serves a purpose. Come to think of it, it does serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to prevent stuple like you to cycle on the walkways and endangering the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why should the government remove it when it is you who is in the wrong? So is that stupid or what? I think the government should stick to their stand and not remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys know what I am talking about. It is indeed an old news but I kept forgetting to blog it up till today when I saw someone cycling on the walkways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change topic shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me telling you how the bus from Genting broke down? And that my whole family was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Well, I have just uploaded the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0262.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can remember is the driver kept rattling on about the ball bearings in the wheels are worn out and it can't be repaired. I actually couldn't care less. (You guys know me. I always do not bother about time. Live life slow and easy, I always say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0260.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All surrounding like they are watching a show or something. Now now... What could be more interesting than seeing the bus driver hard at work trying to fix the tire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0261.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0264.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one looks as though we are having a meeting on how to sue the tour agency for holding us up. (On actual fact, we are indeed discussing how to make the tour agency wavier our bus rental.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0265.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us got tired and chilled at the shack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0269.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0268.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0272.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0271.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0270.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0273.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of us are just darn bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0274.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that is my mum, aunts and granny. Don't mind the one in blue. That is my irritating sister. The only thing that brightened up my night (you'll see why it's night instead of day..) was dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0279.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0280.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often you get to picnic in the wilderness under the moonlit sky do you? Envious? I would be if I were you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0276.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't sure if we are allowed to play cards on that platform because that place is for the Muslims to pray. Sorry! Didn't mean any disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hours and thirty seven minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0281.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0283.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our saviour! Notice the numbers? My granny bought it for 4D and she actually won five hundred bucks! Man! If I knew, I would have betted with her. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the moonlit night, I was chewing on my KFC wondering if time could stop and just stay there forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112230977442089308?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112230977442089308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112230977442089308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112230977442089308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112230977442089308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-to-say-it.html' title='I hate to say it...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112218482710895894</id><published>2005-07-24T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T14:00:27.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Poly student...</title><content type='html'>Xiaxue's site is back again. Hooray! I am glad for her that things are back to normal. The culprit is still at large, but I am sure he will be apprehended soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since I started school? Who ever said that poly is so relaxed is a big fat liar! I am like kinda buried under projects! Not to mention the disgusting four letter word is popping out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXAM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of it makes me shudder in fright and have buttrflies in my stomach. Who was the idiot who thought of something like this? If I could, I would go back in time and kill that stuper! So I might not be able to blog anytime soon. Next week is gonna be a busy week for me as I will be going for diving lessons also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, woe is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save me from the clutches of exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need help in statistics!! Someone help!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112218482710895894?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112218482710895894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112218482710895894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112218482710895894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112218482710895894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-of-poly-student.html' title='Life of a Poly student...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-112192875113787546</id><published>2005-07-21T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T14:52:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Fucking Shit!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe my fucking eyes! &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;Xiaxue's&lt;/a&gt; blog has been fucking hacked by some fucking guy and not to mention her e-mail too. Wah kao eh! (pardon me for the singlish here.) I really cannot believe that this is happening! Apparently, Xiaxue's 3000 mail has been deletied and along with her twelve blogs and 3 years of hard work which was devoted to her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is a crime. Whether the guy hates the way Xiaxue writes, he has absolutely no fucking right to delete her blog! I hope he gets raped by a banglah gay and then die of anus rapture. Kao eh! Fuck his fucking small balls! He must be filled with malice to be able to pull a stunt like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people out there. If you have ways to find out who did it, please do not hesitate to go lend a helping hand to Xiaxue. I think she is on the verge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can just find out who did it, I would literally take screws and screw his fucking balls to the wall and twirl him around using his balls as the axis! Fucking dickhead!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112192875113787546?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112192875113787546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112192875113787546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112192875113787546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112192875113787546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-fucking-shit.html' title='Oh Fucking Shit!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112186268712965406</id><published>2005-07-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:31:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>This was the test results which I took when I saw the URL from &lt;a href="http://--_flyaway_--.blogspot.com"&gt;Cheng Shan An's&lt;/a&gt; site. I took the test and this was what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Champion Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in accomplishing their aims, and informative and extraverted when relating with others. For Champions, nothing occurs which does not have some deep ethical significance, and this, coupled with their uncanny sense of the motivations of others, gives them a talent for seeing life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil. This type is found in only about 3 percent of the general population, but they have great influence because of their extraordinary impact on others. Champions are inclined to go everywhere and look into everything that has to do with the advance of good and the retreat of evil in the world. They can't bear to miss out on what is going on around them; they must experience, first hand, all the significant social events that affect our lives. And then they are eager to relate the stories they've uncovered, hoping to disclose the "truth" of people and issues, and to advocate causes. This strong drive to unveil current events can make them tireless in conversing with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Champions consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life, although they can never quite shake the feeling that a part of themselves is split off, uninvolved in the experience. Thus, while they strive for emotional congruency, they often see themselves in some danger of losing touch with their real feelings, which Champions possess in a wide range and variety. In the same vein, Champions strive toward a kind of spontaneous personal authenticity, and this intention always to "be themselves" is usually communicated nonverbally to others, who find it quite attractive. All too often, however, Champions fall short in their efforts to be authentic, and they tend to heap coals of fire on themselves, berating themselves for the slightest self-conscious role-playing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It says that my type is the only type which is only three percent of the general population. Now that makes me wonder if that is a good or a bad thing. Who knows? I guess it depends on how one looks at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us take a look at another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General: ENFPs are both "idea"-people and "people"-people, who see everyone and everything as part of an often bizarre cosmic whole. They want to both help (at least, their own definition of "help") and be liked and admired by other people, on bo th an individual and a humanitarian level. They are interested in new ideas on principle, but ultimately discard most of them for one reason or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social/Personal Relationships: ENFPs have a great deal of zany charm, which can ingratiate them to the more stodgy types in spite of their unconventionality. They are outgoing, fun, and genuinely like people. As SOs/mates they are warm, affectionate (l ots of PDA), and disconcertingly spontaneous. However, attention span in relationships can be short; ENFPs are easily intrigued and distracted by new friends and acquaintances, forgetting about the older ones for long stretches at a time. Less mature ENFPs may need to feel they are the center of attention all the time, to reassure them that everyone thinks they're a wonderful and fascinating person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs often have strong, if unconvential, convictions on various issues related to their Cosmic View. They usually try to use their social skills and contacts to persuade people gently of the rightness of these views; his sometimes results in their negle cting their nearest and dearest while flitting around trying to save the world.&lt;br /&gt;Work Environment: ENFPs are pleasant, easygoing, and usually fun to work with. They come up with great ideas, and are a major asset in brainstorming sessions. Followthrough tends to be a problem, however; they tend to get bored quickly, especially if a newer, more interesting project comes along. They also tend to be procrastinators, both about meeting hard deadlines and about performing any small, uninteresting tasks that they've been assigned. ENFPs are at their most useful when working in a group w ith a J or two to take up the slack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENFPs hate bureaucracy, both in principle and in practice; they will always make a point of launching one of their crusades against some aspect of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! This is like a little shock to me. Especially the short attention span for relationships. I mean... What the hell?! If that is so, why would I have stupidly held on to my first relationship for like so long? Man~ Makes me wonder if this test is really accurate or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about tests. I have something to say to someone actually. For my "mummy". I have to really say. I am innocent. Besides, I am clueless to what has happened. My sis refused to talk. Also Shan An and Faust can vouch for me that I have siblings. I am in fact a victim of my sister's playful nature. Why should I suffer because of her wrong doings? All I can say now is up to you to believe me or not. Because it is just not worth throwing away a friendship because of something which I did not do. Sigh~ All I want to say is I might not be anybody to you but you sure are someone to me. Because you are my FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if those tests are for real? What made them arrive to such precise conclusions?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112186268712965406?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112186268712965406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112186268712965406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112186268712965406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112186268712965406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-112170102112473468</id><published>2005-07-18T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:59:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh? ----------&gt; Orh.... Bloggers.Sg 2005</title><content type='html'>Weird title huh? I thought so too when they put this up as the Bloggers' convention banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggers.sg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/25461075_ec3d738b07_o.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole affair took place on 16th July 2005. It was certainly a hetic day as mine started with tennis. Sigh~ Tennis. I am beginning to feel something for it. However, many people are doubting my interest for it. My dad, Diana and others. Seriously. Do I have to act out my interest for tennis to show that I like tennis? So you want me to be like Diana who speaks of nothing but tennis for 24/7? I am sure you cannot stand it too. Anyways, the day did not really start out well as I injured a fellow tennis player with the tennis ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I accomplish that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really say I am still wondering how I did it. Considering the ratio of area of the head to the body plus the ratio of the area of space she is taking up in the tennis court to the tennis court, multiply it and what is the probability of hitting her head with a tennis ball? I would say it is nearly zero because I suck at serving and I happened to hit her head with a serve. The irony. Sigh~ Needless to say, she cried. Diana still rattles on about how insensitive I am at that moment as I did not say sorry immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on anyways. The Bloggers' convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was superb! To say that it was a smashing success would be an understatment. I throughly enjoyed it! With the company of my friend Shan An! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/shananandmeoriginal.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok! I seriously look hideous! Too bad I know nuts about photoshop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the event took place at a bar. Yeah! A bar! Cool huh? A convention in a bar! Hahahaha! It was located beside The Esplanade. It's called DXO. The interior is super cool as it has a very modern look. You get to see weird stuff. Overall, it is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/DXO.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nice futuristic look!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon the blurry picures. Blame it on the lousy camera or cameraman instead! Remember me talking about the toilet? Hahahaha! This is the one. It looks really cool. (For boys only. Or for girls who use the urinals.) The urinal is the one that looks cool. The only thing is, how do we follow the &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/03/urinal-etiquette.html"&gt;urinal etiquette&lt;/a&gt;? You will get what I mean when you see the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/DXOtoilet.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird urinal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the convention started and we were all seated and up first was the opening of the convention. They even had an IRC channel up so that anyone with a lappie could just log in and start chatting there even when the convention is taking place. So it is like two meetings going on at the same time. How cool is that? Too bad I do not own a lappie or else I would have went into the IRC channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/conventionscreen.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The screen that made everyone laugh every now and then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first session was about blogging communities and some personal blogs. The host had the audience participate and made them say their url. Too bad I didn't have the guts to go up or else I might have quite a few readers now. Hahahah! However, there was one guy who went up. He caught my attention when he first went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/boyorgirl.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it a boy or a girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny seeing the host turning back to see the screen as their backs are facing the screen. So they have no idea what is going on in the second "meeting" while they were giving their talks. Jokes were mentioned on the screen and the host could see us giggling and not know what is going on. Poor things! There was one part where they were telling Mr. Miyagi to strip. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They covered quite a number of things during the convention. There were the laws of blogging. What not to say and what you can say to defend yourself. I shan't go into detail as I think it would bore you guys. When the lawyers were up on stage talking, someone was cracking lawyer jokes in the second "meeting". Hahahah! What a riot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/agentsmith.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you added black sunglasses, I am darn sure he would look like the agent Smiths in The Matrix.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were refreshments too. It was nice. Too bad the fruit punch ran out. In the end me and Shan An had to drink tea. It was nice though. After the whole convention, it was time for some form of entertainment! Yay! The belly dancers were up! The irony however, was the lady who introduced the dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/irony.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha! BELLY dancing! I am sure she would be darn good in it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The belly dancing commences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/bellydancing.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lady in white is one darn good dancer! Was mesmerised by her hips!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the convention ended, it was time for the post party where there would be free flow of alcohol. Too bad I am under 18 or I would have stayed on. But I couldn't leave until I took photos with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/kennyandme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenny Sia of &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;www.kennysia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/miyagiandme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Miyagi of &lt;a href="http://myveryownglob.blogspot.com"&gt;http://myveryownglob.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/brownandme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Brown of &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com"&gt;www.mrbrown.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I took pictures with the bloggers I like! Some may ask why I never take with Xiaxue. This was what Xiaxue said to me when I helped Shan An ask if he could take a picture with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got so many opportunity to take picture with me and you want to take with me today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/xxandshanan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shan An and Xiaxue. Omg! That kinda shows how short she is does it? Xiaxue of &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;http://xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! My brother is her friend remember? So I get to see her often. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, Shan An had to rush to his friend's chalet and I went off to my Granny's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other photo's to end this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/mewithvodka.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently Shan An wants people to believe that the cup I am holding is filled with vodka.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Kenny would like this but he was sitting so near that I couldn't help but snapped his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/kennysitting.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminds me of a hippopotamus actually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will definitely go to next year's Bloggers' convention again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112170102112473468?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112170102112473468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112170102112473468' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112170102112473468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112170102112473468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/eh-orh-bloggerssg-2005.html' title='Eh? ----------&gt; Orh.... Bloggers.Sg 2005'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112161645410400870</id><published>2005-07-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:12:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the delay</title><content type='html'>It has been days since I last saw blogger's website. I have not been updating have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let us put that aside and take some time to celebrate! My counter has finally reached one thousand! A bloody one thousand! How cool is that?! Seriously, some people say I am some crazy blog obsessed freak. I do admit that I like blogging a lot and there are reasons to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who reads &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com"&gt;mr.brown&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://myveryownglob.blogspot.com"&gt;mr.Miyagi&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure some of their entries made you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point is. How does someone write something so funny? That is why I like about blogging. You publish something that makes people laugh and make them feel the same way as you do about an issue. To accomplish this is no easy matter. You need to be good in critical thinking, a high level of matuarity and of course wits to do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why blogging to me is like training my critical thinking towards some issue and most of all it improves my language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to apologise for the delay of the entry for the bloggers' convention because a certain someone has not passed me the pictures yet! Hurry up you stuper! I want the bloody pictures! I have so many pictures! Even the picture of the toilet. Wahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then please chill out and relax and wait patiently for the next entry. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want the pictures! Hurry up and give them to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112161645410400870?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112161645410400870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112161645410400870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112161645410400870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112161645410400870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/sorry-for-delay.html' title='Sorry for the delay'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-112126034562859499</id><published>2005-07-13T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T21:12:25.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Warning! This post may contain some disturbing pictures. I am not making a light out of females here because the picture is used only to explain something and not because I am a disgusting perverted freak! Thank you! May I add that this post is also NC-16?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused. Utterly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost seem as though everyone around me is doing it. I have heard it countless of times. Even the younger generation these days are doing it. Even as young as Primary 4. Most of us use it to joke around with friends while others use it in a heated argument. Some even use it to describe things! Makes me kind of wonder who started this in the first place. Why even the need for it? I am certainly sure that there are better ways to express ourselves, but why to this extend? The thought of it makes me shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering what has me so shaken up about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to put it simply, it is the constant scolding of the word Chee Bye around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there the need to scold such profainity? Does it bring pleasure to you when you shout it out in the public? I do not see the need to use such profainity at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I am sure it can never beat the pleasure of an orgasm. (The best feeling in the world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am sure I can derive more pleasure from eating Strawberry flavoured Haggen Daz ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I am sure it can also never beat the plesure of seeing someone as cute as this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/xiang.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly... Argh! You get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what drives them into saying it? I just do not get the motive behind it. Who would anybody scold words that does not mean anything? I mean, isn't "chee bye" a vagina? And what is a vagina? It is the empty space in the females' gentitals right? So how can you scold someone with the word vagina when it is nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/femalerepro_1.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Willy! You are such a chee bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me! How can someone be an empty space? Does it make any sense to you? It does not make sense in any one bit! I am sure it would made much more sense if the person scolded willy an ass, or even a clitoris! Its almost like scolding him an asshole. So how can anyone be an asshole when an asshole is again nothingness? I just do not see why they start using words when it does not make any freaking sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me. Does it make any sense to scold such profainity now? I sure hope you are in thinking twice whether to use that word again. Millions of words to choose out there and people choose to use a words that makes no sense when being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides it making no sense at all, I am sure females wouldn't like it when you use their genitals to insult someone. Just imagine guys' penis being used in arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Willy! You are such a penis!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that wouldn't be nice for guys would it? It is almost like somone else giving your willy a name. Would you have liked that? I am sure you wouldn't. So why continue to use that profainity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I have said enough to change the thinking of everyone to see if there is a need to use such word again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can someone be an empty space? Tell me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112126034562859499?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112126034562859499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112126034562859499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112126034562859499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112126034562859499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112101399698001031</id><published>2005-07-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:46:38.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people=Stuple</title><content type='html'>What am I to say? I know I haven't been blogging regularly, but I do have a reason for it. School work has been piling up like the influx of people which came to Singapore during the early times. It seemed like only yesterday that I am giving a presentation. Poly gives out work as though they own the paper company. And to think I thought I would be free from work when I get to Poly itself. Sigh~ Let's just get moving on with the main story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it with people. Is it so difficult to say an 'Excuse me' ? There was this stuper (too lazy to type stupid people, thus stuple. For singular use, stupid person, you know what I mean.) whom I met on the bus just two days ago, he shouted "Oie! Siam siam! (It means move aside in Malay.)" right in my face. He was just about to get off and I was standing at the exit. Bus was really crowded as usual because everyone is getting off from work. I couldn't really stand him and I just didn't budge. As his stop came and he was getting more and more impatient and he started to push his way through. I grabbed on tight to the pole and blocked his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though fate was punishing him, the bus started moving off even before he could get off. Poetic justice! At this point, he tapped my shoulder and told me to turn around. I did just that and all I got was a bunch of words thrown into my face. By this time, everyone was staring at me. As though by magic, my mouth opened and words started to string together beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ How I just love to argue with a stuper. It really brightens up my day. All it did was one sentence and he shut up and alighted at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still want to continue scolding me for your rudeness or do you want to alight now because we have passed three bus stops since you started scolding me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all and he kept quiet and went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! How rude and stupid these stuple are. What can we do to make the world a better place? Slap them all with my infamous stilleto heels? Apprehend them and bring them for cannig when they start being stupid and rude? Or how about we just electrocute them till they faint and then reviving them only to repeat the whole process again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuple are driving me stark raving mad! Cleanse the world of them. Zombies are afraid of holy water so they should be afraid of intelligence potion. Try pouring it on them. It might just work the way we want it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112101399698001031?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112101399698001031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112101399698001031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112101399698001031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112101399698001031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/stupid-peoplestuple.html' title='Stupid people=Stuple'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112048934098587597</id><published>2005-07-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:02:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm and Peaceful</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to do this post ever since my Dad got back from his diving trip. He is an active diver. Nice huh? I love to be in water. The soundless haven. Where everything is so beautiful and peaceful. You get to see fishes swimming in schools, coral reefs that look almost like a metropolis for the fishes. So many amazing sights you get to see. Not forgeting my favourite creature. The turtle! Haha! My Dad said that he saw a turtle, and it was HUGE! Oh wow! I can't wait to go for diving course and pick up a diving license. Yes! I am going for lessons. Enough said. I shall show some of the pictures he took on his diving trip. Most of it that I have chosen to show are the scenery. I love it! Make me feel at peace whenever I look at it, therefore the title, Calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0102.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0159.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0161.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shipwreck. Isn't it cool to check it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0116.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0203.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how fucking huge the fishes are?! Yeah. That's my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0138.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different types of fishes they caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0247.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0224.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how beautiful the hills and mountains are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0220.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunrise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. There are more pictures but no time to upload them. Hope you have enjoyed looking at the pictures. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes! I am gonna take diving lessons! I am able to see the turtles soon! Wait for me! My sanctuary! That cool, quiet and peaceful haven!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112048934098587597?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112048934098587597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112048934098587597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112048934098587597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112048934098587597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/07/calm-and-peaceful.html' title='Calm and Peaceful'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-112003666643615057</id><published>2005-06-29T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:08:08.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the fun!</title><content type='html'>I just remembered what my friends and I have done during our secondary school days. It was fun. We call it "Change nouns in movie titles to Penis!" Hahahaa! Nothing much to elaborate on but just for pure fun and entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start churning out tons of aphrodisiacal movie titles which will make you feel "high", I want to say that all changes made to the movie titles does not have any meaning to discriminate or be a racist joke. Neither is it sexist. Also to let everyone know that I did not create this post because I am pervertic,(Although all my friends say so. What can a guy do when he is blessed with a more extensive knowledge about sex anyways?) but just for pure fun of it! So do consider before you start commenting how stupid I am again. Feel free to add more movie titles to the comment page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr and Mrs Penis (Mr and Mrs Smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of The Penis (Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of The Sith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A lot like Penis (A lot like love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Penis Almighty (Bruce Almighty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Penis and the Beast (Beauty and the Beast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Penis King (The Lion King)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Black Penis Down[No racism here.] (Black Hawk Down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Vertical Penis (Vertical Limit) [Imagine if the title was Horizontal Limit. Hahaha!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Penis Begins (Batman Begins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Hitchhiker guide to the Penis (The Hitchhiker guide to the Galaxy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Meet the Penis (Meet the Fockers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Little Penis (Little Mermaid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Penis in Black (Men in Black) [Again, No tinge of racism here.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. House of Penis (House of Fury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lord of the Penis (Lord of the Ring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Harry(Hairy) Penis (Harry Potter) [I particularly like this.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Saving Private Penis (Saving Private Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Scary Penis (Scary Movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. House of Penis (House of Wax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Along Came Penis (Along Came polly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. War of The Penis (War of The Worlds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Penis vs. Predator (Alien vs. Predator) [Works either way.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Finding Penis (Finding Nemo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Snow White and the Seven Penis (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Dude! Where's My Penis?! (Dude! Where's My Car?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I'll stop here. Do add more! Let it carry on! I am sure more movie titles can be changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us all play "Change nouns in movie titles to penis" game! It sure is fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-112003666643615057?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/112003666643615057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=112003666643615057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112003666643615057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/112003666643615057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-fun.html' title='For the fun!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111988910525560108</id><published>2005-06-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T09:49:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Malaysia at last!</title><content type='html'>It has been a long weekend for me. Holidays just wheezed passed me as though it has never came before. It was filled with projects and more projects. What more can I say? The only time I spent relaxing over the so called "holiday" was when I was either sleeping or during the time in Genting, Malaysia. Let us not fret over some small disturbance on whether I am having a good holiday or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time rather, returning from Genting, I have done so many things. Mostly eating actually. Haha! So putting on weight is inevitable, but fear not! I am sure I am able to lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who have not gone to Genting, Malaysia in a long time, there are tons of new restaurants now! Let me see if I can name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best that I have gone to was &lt;a href="http://www.genting.com.my/en/dine_drink/fine/olive.htm"&gt;The Olive&lt;/a&gt;. It was the most expensive one too. Sigh~! But it was worth it as the food there was superb! I ate the T-Bone steak. Let me see if I could describe my dish in a more descriptive manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plate was placed in front of me and when I first caught a glimpse of it, all I could see was the huge steak that had a glistering brown sauce smeared over it. Not forgetting to mention the fresh looking greens that also filled the plate with it. It was so fresh that you would almost think they plucked it right out of their garden and just served it right there and then. As I took my fork and knife, the scent of steak cooked to perfection entered my nostrils. Not hesitating any second longer, my knife went through the steak like a hot knife through butter. It was so tender! It's succelent meat. Ah~ How nice it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Did I make all of you drool? Haha! Anyways, it really is nice! Check out the link to that restaurant anyways. Not forgetting the wine. It was also very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another restaurant is &lt;a href="http://www.genting.com.my/en/dine_drink/fine/mingren.htm"&gt;Ming Ren&lt;/a&gt;. This restaurant specialty is Lamb. Yes yes. Qian Bei. I know what you are going to say. But the dish I like best has nothing to do with Lamb at all.(Although the lamb isn't that bad at all.) My favourite dish was the stir fried brinjals with garlic. My gosh! That dish is heavenly! The brinjal was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside! What more can you ask? Haha! This restaurant comes a little expensive also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still so many other restaurants. Do go there and try! Shan't talk about the theme park. It is boring as usual. Arcade? The games are so old that they should be sent to the museum. Only thing I did to pass my time was to play pool! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! Happy time has to end and we were homeward bound on Sunday. The most "suayest" thing happened during the way home. The bus broke down by the road side and we were stranded in the middle of Malaysia. For fucking five hours we were being stranded and helpless. Stupid bus company should have called for a substitute bus when the bus broke down instead of repairing it for like fucking 2 hours before announcing that it cannot be repaired and then start to call for another bus. In the end we had to wait for a whole five hours before we were rescued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~! School has started and project deadlines are killing me! What to do? I know all JC students are having their mid-year now. Do work hard and good luck! You'll need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry I do not have pics. Have not uploaded it yet. Looks like someone still does not know the truth. I don't blame you. But you should seriously do some soul searching yourself. I did mine. What about you? Still running from it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111988910525560108?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111988910525560108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111988910525560108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111988910525560108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111988910525560108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-from-malaysia-at-last.html' title='Back from Malaysia at last!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111949388940373789</id><published>2005-06-23T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:33:39.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am tired... I really am...</title><content type='html'>I know you will never visit this page. Neither would you have any reason to do so. That is why I can say almost everything in here. I am tired. Who isn't? I am sure you are tired too. No matter how much help or attention I have given you, you never seem to respond. It is like showing affection to a wooden doll. How difficult can it be to really say a nice thank you to a person? How difficult can it be to really take some of your time to nicely talk to a person? I very much doubt it is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I have done for you, hopes I have placed in you has all been dashed in that one moment when you did not even give me a chance to say anything. I did have a responsibility for the turtles. However, does it mean that even a thank you is not reqiured? Not only you did not thank me but just hung up the phone on me and did not even give me a chance to speak. What is the meaning of that? I have always thought you as a person who cares a great big deal about other people feelings. Now it seems like I am not a great judge of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, I could never understand the reason behind our parting. You have never given me an answer at all. You left me hanging to answer that myself. What was I supposed to do? Only you knew the answer and yet you do not tell it to me. Or was our parting due to that you got tired of playing around with me and that is why I do not have a reason for our parting? Questions! All I have are these. When are you going to give me answers? I want to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever noticed why someone do not go after you for 100 bucks now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I am leaving for Malaysia tonight. Will be back by sunday! I promise lots of pictures... If I am in the mood to capture them. Haha! Do take care until then! Do come back here to check even when I am away. I might blog in Genting itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111949388940373789?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111949388940373789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111949388940373789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111949388940373789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111949388940373789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-tired-i-really-am.html' title='I am tired... I really am...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111894432339748185</id><published>2005-06-17T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:16:46.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what friends are for...</title><content type='html'>Feeling low from what has happened. Nope. No one needs to know. However, it inspired me to write this. Kinda unexpected. It is gonna be a emotional entry once more. Who cares even though I am writing a composition here? I just do not want to bottle up all my emotions! It hurts so badly that it rips me apart just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are friends? Someone who is just there and you acknowledges him as a friend? Or someone one who is more intimate with you mentally? I would choose the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have taught me lots of things. Be it close friends or friends who I am ok with. They are people from all walks of life. Each one of them means a lot to me. No matter how much my love for them may be, it would still never be enough. None of them deserve more or less. All of them are equal in my eyes. All so beautiful and precious. Only one word can describe them. Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my bad points. Still they chose to stick through thick and thin with me. Fend for me and fight with me! What more can I ask? I repay them by doing the same. I love and honour them. I do my utmost best whenever they need help. Yet I feel I still owe them a lot more because what they have done for me, is something that money can never ever buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get into an irritating mood, no one bothered to tell me to grow up. In fact they played along with me, giving in to me. With friends like this, what more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would I sacrifice for love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did soul searching for that question. I daringly say now that I would sacrifice evrything! Even if it is my life! My love will be unconditional. I would give everything to the one I love. So what has this got to do with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends! As much as I would love my future wife. They mean almost everything to me. So what would I sacrifice for friendship? You all only need one guess. No one can live alone in this world. How much I agree to that. It is my friends that fills up the hollow part of me. No longer do I feel empty and lonely anymore. My friends have such patience to hear me out whenever I am down. Lifting me up whenever I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I can give them, it would still never be enough because my life is my friends and my friends is my life! Losing them would mean my life! I love all of them! Thank you so much! You have played a role in my life! My debt to all of you is endless. So I will lend a helping hand like you all did to me when I was down. I do not expect returns cos' you all have given me enough. It is my turn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends are people on the same boat rowing towards the same destination. Love and honour them! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111894432339748185?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111894432339748185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111894432339748185' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111894432339748185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111894432339748185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s what friends are for...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111885335712609690</id><published>2005-06-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T00:35:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do parents scold you with logic?</title><content type='html'>Before I start rattling on on how logicless my dad is, I wanna confess something! To the people who went to so called Jie Yi's party, I lied! I am not on level three... In actual fact, I am on level five! Sorry! I just didn't have the courage for telling the truth! So slap me! I know I am a sickass bastard who knows no shame, but just forgive me yeah? It is kinda difficult telling so many people the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever used the handphone while walking? Be it smsing or calling, I am sure you are still alert of the surroundings around you. That was exactly what I did this morning while walking with my dad. My dad got so fed up, he started scolding me. Oblivious that he was actually talking to me, I got a even harsher scolding in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has this strict rule when it comes to sitting position in the car. If you are out alone with him, you must sit up in front with him. Or else it will look like he is chauffering you instead. As if the scolding isn't bad enough, I have to sit up front beside him in the car. As usual, he started talking why I shouldn't use the phone while walking because I might end up getting knocked down by a car. And he started to rattle onto how important is it that I have to use the phone even while walking. Was I closing an important deal that involves a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of shouting into his ear, YES! However I reconsidered that it wasn't safe cos' he is liable to just swing his palm across my cheek. I just kept quiet throughout the way home. I thought he would just stop there and not rattle on anymore, but heck no! This time he said how important a message can be? How ironic when he said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered once not replying to one of his sms and he called and scolded me over that phone. What the hell?! Why do parents always contradict themselves? So their smses are more important and my friend's aren't? Plus the sms was about school project! So you want your son to fail and then you scold him for not being hardworking? When can't they just think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fed up! Cannot be bothered to carry on. He just continued scolding me and digressing and talked about how lucky I am to be born in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logic! I want to hear scoldings with logic in it! Try not to be so stupid and contradict yourself next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111885335712609690?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111885335712609690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111885335712609690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111885335712609690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111885335712609690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-parents-scold-you-with-logic.html' title='Do parents scold you with logic?'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-111881199350467018</id><published>2005-06-15T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:06:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb jokes...</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help but notice this picture taken by my dad on his diving trip. You would almost think that there is an Osama in every plane nowadays. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0017.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111881199350467018?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111881199350467018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111881199350467018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111881199350467018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111881199350467018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/bomb-jokes.html' title='Bomb jokes...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111859140835477614</id><published>2005-06-13T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:35:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to catch a pervert and the adventures of Qian Bei, Wei Xin and Desmond</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei and Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: Aloha! Before Wei Xin kor kor starts on this post, we would like to tell you that this post contains explicit pictures and contain gory pictures. Parental guidence is advised. Some part of this post is also classified as NC16. So people under sixteen, please move your cursor to the top right of this window and click the cross. Thank you! Because Conrad is having some family problems, he is not here today. We are really sorry for his absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my two MCs. Indeed this post is the long awaited by many. The post that is gonna change the fate of my blog! ( I don't think it will but I am saying it for the dramatics. ) So long has passed since we last talked about Sebastian. I remembered clearly where we left &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/04/relation-between-guys-and-cyber-sex.html"&gt;off&lt;/a&gt;. After that incident which my friend had, we decided to contact Sebastian once more and try to trick him. A plan was diviced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stage of the plan was to get someone to hook him up and started to chat with him. I had the honour of doing that, so I created a yahoo account and downloaded yahoo messenger so that I could hook up with him. I was feeling kind of excited and all because this whole project will enable us to meet him if everything goes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night, I posed as a girl and messaged him in the net. I never knew that hooking him up would be so easy. Once I got to spoke to him, I realised that it was not as easy as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the very first &lt;a href="http://sebastianisadumbass.blogspot.com/2005/06/conversation-one.html"&gt;conversation&lt;/a&gt; we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that conversation, you can realise that our objective was to dig out as much information about himself and not let him know who we are. Also, there is a tiny hint of me trying to potray that I love playing hard to get. That was to ensure that I do not reveal too much of myself and next time when we chat, I would most probably in control. One thing though, I never realised I could be so slutty on the net. Maybe I should start being a woman instead. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days went by, our operation progressed. Having to be able to keep in contact with him, we bought a SIM card which cost fucking 15 bucks. In the next conversation, you will be able to see that it has taken a turn and we started to talk much more dirty. Slutty would be much more of a better word. We are offering Sebastian a girl on the silver platter. Too good to be true. That is why you see him asking whether if I am an undercover. News about getting sex online is just such a hot news now. Also, still collecting information about him and pushing the idea that I like playing hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the second &lt;a href="http://sebastianisadumbass.blogspot.com/2005/06/conversation-two.html"&gt;conversation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am glad you are still reading. I thought you would be bored by now. Haha! Want more? I am sure you will. The next conversation is the start of our operation to lure him out. You can see that sex is the incentive here. He is desperately in need of sex. Us on the other hand, is still playing it cool and sauve. One thing I cannot stand about in this operation is that I have to act stupid. I am suppose to act clueless about sex. Damn it! I know much more than him! As if I need him to tell me about fucking a girl! Fuck him! Getting him to meet us is not easy as he is still on alert to whether I am with the police or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go! The third &lt;a href="http://sebastianisadumbass.blogspot.com/2005/06/conversation-three.html"&gt;conversation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not forget the fourth &lt;a href="http://sebastianisadumbass.blogspot.com/2005/06/conversation-four.html"&gt;conversation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the fourth conversation, we can see his guard is lowering and we are on schedule breaking it down. We are also still coaxing him to meet with us and confirming the time and date. Also, he seems to be on the loose. All he can think about is sex. Sex, sex and more sex. More information about him is gathered. His daughter's name, his name, his wife's. It shows how inhumane he really is. Having such a wonderful family, yet he is here trying to get sex with a 17 year old girl. Such an asshole! However we can feel that he is drifting away from us. That was a period of time when this whole operation has almost came to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while when I was at home chatting, I also met up with other of my friends who are in this operation to think of some evil plan to do to Sebastian when we finally get to meet him this Saturday. We had many different thoughts. At first, we decided that we get him to meet us. We make him wait for hours. Lastly give him a letter from yours truly with insults and vulgarities in it to scold the shit out of him. A while later, we even had the idea of using the "ke lu's" nature of playing hard to get to make him solve riddles and run around Junction 8. Hahaha! Still giving him the letter in the end. However we decided that the latter idea was much too dangerous as we have to come in contact with Sebastian himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the truth, we were actually quite messed up at that moment. All these while still smsing with Sebastian on the phone. ALthought "ke lu" had mentioned not to call her, Sebastian had called us. He even used another number to sms us. We tried piecing all the relevant sms which Sebastian had sent us with another number. We got some lead. It was indeed Sebastian himself. Obviously he does not know that we are smarter than he is and he blew his cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he did was to sms us with another number and resulted in saying that he smsed the wrong person when I asked who he is. I asked for the intended number that "Sebastian" was smsing, he gave some number which is not in fucking use. Such a lame ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Satuday arrived and we met up. Guess what? THe main lead himself did not turn up! He said he got chicken pox. What the fucking hell! All that preperation and he does not turn up?! It is almost like buying a chicken pie and not seeing any chicken in it! Fuck Sebastian! After that incident, it was getting more obvious that he was drifting further from us. We had no chioce but to reveal a little of our identity. We had Qian Bei call him and talked to him personally. He answered and chatted awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I went online in search of him again. Almost as though someone up there likes me, Sebastian was online! However, things was not as easy as it seems. I could not hold on to the phone much longer because we had to answer the phone whenever Sebastian called. Qian bei would have to answer so she held the phone with her. Also, his guard against us which we took so much trouble to break it down has been built up again. This time even stronger. Using my wit and sex as the incentive, we still broke down that wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final &lt;a href="http://sebastianisadumbass.blogspot.com/2005/06/conversation-five.html"&gt;conversation&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fuck ass he is! He wants to have his cake and eat it too! Saying that I am too sticky and stuff! Such a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long later, meeting time and place was confirmed. We went to Junction 8 earlier than usual and wrote the letter that we are going to pass to him. However we could come up with nothing. Panic sets in and we decided to just call him and scold him. Of course making him wait in the meantime. We even got his car plate number and type of car.(It's just too bad that we were not able to get his IC number.) We roamed about the car park in search of his car when he smsed to say he has reached. But could not find his car. It was not later that we found out that he has brought along a friend. What the fucking hell! We saw Sebastian a little while later. He was waiting outside macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The pictures you are about to see is horrific and gory. Once again children under sixteen please look away. That goes for the both of my MCs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei and Hai liang&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes Wei Xin Kor Kor! I will look away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/feifei4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture Sebastian had sent me when we first started chatting on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/nai.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks! And to think I thought he is some women killer. To think he dares try to trick a girl into bed with that kind of a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/sebresized1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is waiting for us and eating an ice cream cone outside macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/sebresized4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/sebresized3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/sebresized2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can be seen roaming around after much waiting. He couldn't take it anymore and decided to leave. We had Qian Bei call him and make him stay and he said he thinks he had just been had. How right he was! But no way are we going to let him leave when I have not spoken to him myself. Telling him to meet at a certain destination once again, we called him. This time I spoke to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I deeply regret not letting the others hear what he says, I could feel that we had won the battle when I spoke to Sebastian. I insulted him on his shameless behaviour and how ugly he looked. Not to mention how stupid he was. Telling him to get a life. I could feel that he felt embarassed at what is happening at the moment because what I was telling him, he could not comprehend and was speaking nonsense. I remember telling him to do something constructive with the time he spends trying to trick girls getting into bed, and he replied with something that up till now which does not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole incedent, we went to get something to eat and celebrate that the operation was a success. To say it was a huge success would be of an overstatment. So by following these few steps, I can be sure that you can get one pervert to play with and pass your time. Think I'll end it here. I can't think of any other ways to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I would like to take this time and show how stupid a fellow schoolmate of mine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started one day when I was early for a lecture. I went in the lecture hall and there she was. Miss Freshie of my school of business orientation. Mostly she is a very loud(literally) person. Not to mention stupid. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I walked into the lecture hall, I could only hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys are jerks! Can you tell me why guys are jerks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned my eyes across the hall and no guys was there so I realised the question was directed at me. I calmly took a seat and spoke to her across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me! Why do you think guys are jerks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "Because they treat females like shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a second thought, I said, "That means you girls are shit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me in disbelief and shook her head when saying, "No! Girls are not shit! It is because..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less and cut her off saying, "Then guys cannot be jerks because you said girls aren't shit. So make up your mind if you want guys to be jerks or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That instantly shut her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I win! She is kinda stupid isn't she? Wahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebastian is such a jerk! If you see him on the street, hesitate not to kick him in the balls for me. I regreted not doing that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/feifei3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: Is it over already? Can I take my hands off now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The part which I mentioned about my stupid schoolmate, it has no insults to females or whatsoever. Nope. I am not a sexist.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111859140835477614?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111859140835477614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111859140835477614' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111859140835477614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111859140835477614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-to-catch-pervert-and-adventures-of.html' title='How to catch a pervert and the adventures of Qian Bei, Wei Xin and Desmond'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111851288403197062</id><published>2005-06-12T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T02:01:24.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To celebrate or not to celebrate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations Wei Xin, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/xx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Xia Xue' Wendy Cheng&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a goddess/god. You've got the looks, the brains and the body. You have such an irreverent sense of humour, people listen to you religiously and worship the ground you walk on. On the other hand you can also be straightforward, blunt and very very controversial. That has the potential to offend many people, but of course you don't care, you just shoot. In the end, people either love you or hate you. Nothing in between.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fucking believe this. I seriously do not know whether to feel honoured or not, but whatever happened to my own personality? I am like XiaXue? What the fucking hell! Although I admire her ability to bring her blog that far, but isn't this just too ridiculous? Argh! I admire her! Not want to be like her! Oh man! I am in living hell!! DANG! I think I rather just commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where has my personality gone to?! Or am I like Xia Xue? Oh my Oh my! Woe is me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111851288403197062?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111851288403197062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111851288403197062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111851288403197062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111851288403197062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-celebrate-or-not-to-celebrate.html' title='To celebrate or not to celebrate...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111833296046515786</id><published>2005-06-09T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:02:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe...</title><content type='html'>I believe that UFO's are just people who are just visiting from the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the human race will one day evolve to look like aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that planets are actually some kind of blood cell in some fucking huge giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that black holes allows us to travel to another side of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everything in this world is made in duality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that for every fear, there is a scientific name for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that people have the ability to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that after we die, we will feel like we are sleeping for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that ghost does not exist in this world. (Shan an, that goes for pontianak too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that men's will is the strongest power in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that faith is the easiest and hardest thing to break in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that love is the most important thing in everybody's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that fortune telling is full of baloney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that chivalry is something that every guy must know and show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that English is the mother of all languges in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that homosexuality also happens to animals and insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that jellyfish are aliens that did not know how to fly, thus having to live with us for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that rain is when the earth is crying telling us to stop her demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that crabs walk sideways because they have forgotten how to walk forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that chakra exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that anti-matter will bring us far in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all kinds of words can be made into an ambigram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all will come to an end one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe... I believe... What are yours?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111833296046515786?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111833296046515786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111833296046515786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111833296046515786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111833296046515786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-believe.html' title='I believe...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-111807686019165472</id><published>2005-06-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:54:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally free!</title><content type='html'>Let us all celebrate! ICA is finally over and my term break is coming soon! Yay! Rejoice! I heard that Singapore is going to hold a blogger convention! I cannot wait for it to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term break is going to start on the 13th of june and it lasts for two weeks. Sigh~! Feeling bored these few days and I am currently looking for new people to talk to! Anyone just drop me a mail ok? Or add me on msn. I will try and entertain you if you are not so mean. Haha! ICA results for Oral Communications will be revealed on Friday! Man! Wonder how I did? Who cares? All my speeches are impromtu. So what's new about that? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually kinda mad at something now. I heard from my friend that SquareEnix has sold the right to produce Final Fantasy series to X-Box. Damn! What in the hell are they thinking?! What am I going to do? I cannot possibly afford an X-Box! Fuck SquareEnix! Argh! Somebody buy me an X-Box will ya? Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I will be able to blog more often now and I will be marking an end for the epic of Sebastian by blogging about it some time soon. So just be patient and wait for it. I am waiting for some pictures before I can proceed on. Think I will sign off now. So long~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am in need of some source of entertainment. Can somebody just drop me a mail? I will even reply you if it is a hate mail. Serious!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111807686019165472?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111807686019165472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111807686019165472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111807686019165472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111807686019165472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-finally-free.html' title='I am finally free!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8114777.post-111790004786237262</id><published>2005-06-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:47:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy things Basin kor kor did with his friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0180.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The trio&lt;/strong&gt;: Hi!!!! We are back! Did you miss us? We are here to document Wei Xin kor kor's private life. Haha! Maybe not, but perhaps the things he does on an outing with his bunch of friends. Wei Xin kor kor brought some ice cream for us today. It wasn't the usual brand we often it. It was some *ugh!* cheap brand! Wei Xin kor kor! Bring us some better quality ice cream or else we stop being your MCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: I want Haggen Daz Strawberry ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: I want Ben's and Jerry's Chocholate Fudge ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;: And I want Movenpick ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: Let us hurry and get to the main point. So we can get our ice cream! Thank you for the cheap ice cream anyway Wei Xin kor kor. But don't pull the same stunt ever again ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: Here are some pictures to show you how disgusting the ice cream was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0134.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha! Was it really that terrible? You look like you are crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: If you think so. Take a look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0133.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;: Hahah! This is a riot! Fei Fei, whatever happened to you? What is with that expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: Do you know how difficult it is to smile when you are eating something disgusting? And my dad was forcing me to smile for this picture and this is the best I can do. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0132.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: You seem mighty happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;: Nah! I was taken aback when Wei Xin kor kor handed me the cone. I was thinking, "What an inferior quality product!" So I look kind of surprised instead of happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: Enough already! Wei Xin kor kor paid us not to talk about his lousy ice cream but to be his MCs. So why not let us get down to business and get it over and done with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: It seems that just Wei Xin kor kor has been hanging out with his friends on friday. I heard from someone that they went round doing crazy stuff. But they sure had some fun! How I wished I could go joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;: Why not let us take a look at the pictures they took?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/Theboss7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: Look at where Wei Xin kor kor friend has her finger stuck up at! Haha! Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/Theboss8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: It seems like Wei Xin kor kor wants the mascot of KFC to "act cute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: The next one is my favourite! It was so coincidental that one of his friends had the same hairstyle as the pencil box Picture! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/diana.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha! It sure is such a coincidence! Oh dear! Look at the time! It is time for our nap! Look at Fei Fei! He is falling asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0309.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: Pssst! *Harsh whisper* Fei Fei! Wake up! Everyone is looking at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: zzzzZZZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: Sigh~! Does this count as sleeping on the job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What great friends I have! being able to play along with my whim whams! Love them all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111790004786237262?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111790004786237262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111790004786237262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111790004786237262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111790004786237262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/crazy-things-basin-kor-kor-did-with.html' title='The crazy things Basin kor kor did with his friends.'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111767548182325907</id><published>2005-06-02T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:30:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the MCs for long time to come!</title><content type='html'>Hi there! *Everyone waves frantically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Hai Xiang!" (From the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Hai Liang. Everyone calls me Fei Fei! I don't know why. *Shrugs*" (Center)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I am Conrad! Shut up! Don't tell me I am named after a hotel! The hotel was named after me!" (From the right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: Basin kor kor has... ooops... I meant Wei Xin kor kor has signed a contract with us to be MCs for his blog. It took him three visits to our house like what Liu Bei did and we gave in. Luckily everytime he came, he has ice cream with him or else I would have made him kneel outside and beg us. Heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: Yea! He brought the ice cream because I threaten to tell his secret which was that he once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;: Oei! Shut up&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;lah! We promised not to tell! You better not cost us our lifetime supply of ice cream. Anyways, do not mind him. I have given him a slap Basin kor ko... I meant Wei Xin kor kor. We will do our best and bring laughter to everyone who sees our cute faces. Just bring more ice cream next time ok? I hate having to play scissors paper stone with those two to eat the ice cream. It seems like they can read my mind. Either that or they are conspiring against me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei and Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: *Giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: We are the MCs so you people will be seeing us more often now. Basi... Wei Xin kor kor is busy these few days so he will not be blogging often but do check back yeah? I am sure you will want to see us more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah! I am sure the Yilin jie jie would want to see me again! Hello Yilin jie jie! I am on a blog! I am famous now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey! Don't waste too much air time lah! Wei Xin kor kor has to study now. This post is just to introduce us remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The trio&lt;/strong&gt;: Do remember to tune in and check back with us ok? But before we sign off, let us do some photo-whoring! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fei Fei&lt;/strong&gt;: That is me! Peeling orange for my Ah ma! She loves me best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah right! *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hai Xiang&lt;/strong&gt;: That is my daddy there! Oh yeah! Fei Fei is my brother. He ain't heavy, he's my brother... *Sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y37/Ah_Wei/CIMG0021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;: And that is me! Cute anot? *Smiles sheepishly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The trio&lt;/strong&gt;: So long! Bye for now! See you people soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s: All the characters used in this post were never hurt in any other way except for the pinching of their cheeks because they are just soooooooo cuuute!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111767548182325907?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111767548182325907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111767548182325907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111767548182325907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111767548182325907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-are-mcs-for-long-time-to-come.html' title='We are the MCs for long time to come!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111746872305688388</id><published>2005-05-30T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:58:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry for me my adoring fans!</title><content type='html'>I am really sorry to say that blogging will once again cease because it will be a hetic week for me as my week is packed fully with ICAs (In course assesment) also known as tests. I have to study or else I will be condemn by my parents and will be sent to the eighteen levels of hell to burn for eternity. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry that I will have to put off the entry about Seb till much later because I am being very pressurised now. If I do not make a good post out of it, Desmond is going to revert me to my old form. (My blog I mean.) So please pardon me if I have let you down in any way and do still come back and visit because I blog for the sake for people to read. So if there isn't anyone to read my blog, I think I would just give up blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry my adoring fans! I will be back as soon as possible! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ICAs are killing me! Someone can take my place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111746872305688388?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111746872305688388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111746872305688388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111746872305688388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111746872305688388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-cry-for-me-my-adoring-fans.html' title='Don&apos;t cry for me my adoring fans!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111709757022516119</id><published>2005-05-26T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T04:42:43.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that makes me frown and say, "Fuck You!"</title><content type='html'>Looking back at my past entries in this blog, I have come to realized that my creativity in the entries is getting lower and lower. Perhaps it is the boring content that I blog about, and then again, it might not be. Who cares?! As long as I can come back and read the entries, I am contented. I am sure when I look back at my posts, I will be smiling and laughing because of the beautiful memories that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been hanging out with Qian Bei and Desmond. Only to plan the demise of Sebastian. Yes. I have not forgotten about him. I really want to nail this guy. If I could, I would disintegrate him. Turn him into nothingness, make him very volatile so he could just evaporate from the face of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that makes me frown and wanna go "Fuck You!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate people who are already in the lift and when you are entering, they do not bother to press the "door open" button for you. I hope one day they get crushed by the doors, with guys getting their penis crushed and girls, their nice long straight silky hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate it when I get a mosquito on the sole of my foot because it cannot help feeling itchy and ticklish whenever I scratch it. Don't you just hate it when it is itchy and yet you cannot scratch it? Even when you do, you hate the tickle on your feet. Bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate writer's block, which is what I am having now. I think they should find a potion which unblock the block in you. I hate it when I am trying to force things out of my brain to write. It always comes to me when I am having class compositions tests. I am sure Phoonie and my classmates can vouch for that. I always hand in unfinished compositions. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate people who plays their mp3s from their mobiles in the Mrt or Bus. I hope that their brains get fried and they become retarded people. Wait a minute! They are already retarted. Don't they know that it is so stupid and noisy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate waiting five minutes spent to cook the cup noodles. Whenever I cook a cup noodle, I would always keep looking at the clock and it seems like an eternity. Sometimes I would find myself donig other things to keep myself occupied for the next five minutes and it always results in myself forgetting that I cooked the cup noodles. It turns out I will have cold and soggy noodles to munch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate people who comes up to me and asks for &lt;a href="http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/04/ten-things-to-do-when-someone-comes-up.html"&gt;donations&lt;/a&gt;. You all should know. Haha! More need not be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate people who stare at other privates when I am urinating at the urinal. How I wish there and then I had the power of Medusa so that I can turn their penis into stone. Jealous that I can be a tripod? Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate it when my computer malfunctions as I really am a computer idiot and I the knowledge I have about computers is what you can fit on a pinhead. I think I rather stick to computer games and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate people who are disabled yet still able to work begging for money on the streats. My brother always sees this man who cannot walk always begging for money outside his secondary school. There was once he saw the man on a wheelchair along the streats of Geylang looking for prositutes. What is that?! Donating money to him for his leisure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate rain.(Pardon the pun. Not you Rain. The weather!) It spoils all my outdoor plans and I hate walking in the puddles of water after the shower. Always gets my pants and shoes wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on. What more can I say? Projects are killing me! Sigh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your likes are my hates and your hates are my likes. We do not see eye to eye, so steer clear of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111709757022516119?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111709757022516119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111709757022516119' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111709757022516119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111709757022516119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-that-makes-me-frown-and-say.html' title='Things that makes me frown and say, &quot;Fuck You!&quot;'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111694654651263886</id><published>2005-05-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:55:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Star Wars die hard fan I am.</title><content type='html'>Speak as the romans do! For a Star Wars fan, they would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speak as Yoda do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogged in Yoda's language this whole entry shall be. Haha! Serious I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved the second Oral Communications ICA I have. To gather everyone together and make them cooperate easy it is not. About informative presentation this ICA is. To find out and research about a company we have and also a speech about its vision and achievements we have to give. Pilling up other modules ICAs there are and driving me bonkers it is. However, things to learn there will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about school enough it is, move on we must. My dad's birthday commence tomorrow it will. Lost for words I am now. Blog in this way for how much longer can I? Stand it no more I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Alright! Back to nice perfect English. I wonder how Yoda speaks like that. He must be quite a quiet person. Wonder if all of you could understand what I have been typing so far. I cannot be bothered to type it all once more, so just go find out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already watched Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. It was a spectacular show as it starts off at a climax. You can see the changes in Anakin Skywalker throughout the show and why he turned to the dark side. Many have wondered why Darth Vader has to wear that stupid black helmet which makes him look like a minion instead of a Sith lord. You are all in luck as this episode will reveal the reason for the helmet. Not spoiling too much of the show, go watch it! It is worth the $9.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will end today's boring entry now because I am just as bored as you guys reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be blogging about farts in the next entry. So do keep a lookout cos' the next entry is gonna blow you off your chair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111694654651263886?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111694654651263886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111694654651263886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111694654651263886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111694654651263886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-die-hard-fan-i-am_24.html' title='A Star Wars die hard fan I am.'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111674661264880879</id><published>2005-05-22T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:41:24.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing the past.</title><content type='html'>I went to my small aunt's house yesterday for a barbeque. It was raining hard in the afternoon therefore we had to move the barbeque into the night. Having nothing to do for the afternoon, we decided to get all the home videos we once took before and played it on the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my uncle was searching for the tape to play, I was suddenly thrown into a deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder how much I have changed? Did I change for the better? I wonder how much my family members have changed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions were flashing in my head. Suddenly, my thoughts were abruptly broken by the screams that filled the still air. My eyes were then focused on the screen and images of my family members when they were younger filled my mind. I was amazed by how much we had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there and then, I was taken back into time and was reminded of the times I had as a child. Being young and innocent then, I saw myself playing with toys and games with my cousin. It was then so carefree. I had no worries and school work was not much of a problem. As the video gradually played on, time had passed in a flash and I saw myself grew up. I was then hit by another thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is what my parents are seeing everyday. I wonder when my turn will be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were laughter and crying during the course of the video. Parents shedding tears of happiness upon seeing their children growing up and laughter from the kids that were once toddlers and doing funny antics in front of the camera. All the celebrations were captured and recorded through the lens of a machine. Constant laughter and screaming were heard whenever something funny was being played. It was certainly fun to see yourself again in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the video ended, I realised that so many things have changed and happened then. During christmas last year, my family had a celebration at my small aunt's condominium. The party was held in a function room and the children and teenagers were putting up performance to entertain the parents. I took part and together with my cousin strumming the guitar while I sang a song. I remember so clearly the song that I sang. It was "You say it best, when you say nothing at all" by Ronan Keating. Sadly, the camera was not working on that day so there was not a recording at all. Only flashes from the digital cameras recorded that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a statement out loud which then made everyone nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would be a great feeling to see ourseleves again on the television ten years later on that occasion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I have found out something in english. Normally we would say this. "If I were the boss, I would sack you." In actual fact, that sentence is wrong. The word 'sack' is not a verb. Therefore, we cannot use it in this way. The correct way of using it is, "If I were the boss, I would have given you the sack." That is the correct way as 'sack' here would be a noun. Everyone understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten years down the road. I would love to see myself again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111674661264880879?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111674661264880879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111674661264880879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111674661264880879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111674661264880879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/reminiscing-past.html' title='Reminiscing the past.'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111661162804351149</id><published>2005-05-21T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:53:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NC 16</title><content type='html'>Please exit this page if you are under the age of sixteen. Nope. Do not give me the reason that tomorrow is your birthday. I do not fucking care if it is your birthday one minute later. As long as you are not fucking sixteen, please fucking look away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fume*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a fucking bad day! I want to fucking swear and curse because I am having a fucking bad day! Please pardon me for my language today because there are a lot of people I want to curse. It all began on a crappy Tuesday morning. I set the alarm to remind me to return a fucking cheap library book. Somehow or rather, the damn kknb phone did not ring and I totally forgot about it. That did not stop and I forgot to return that cheap fucking book on Wednesday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to make the same dumb mistake, I got smarter and told someone to remind me. Hurray! It works like a charm! I made my way happily to the library after school and was hoping to pay the fine as soon as possible. Guess how much the fine was? It is fucking measly 20 cents. What is more absurd is this. I have to pay the damn knnbccb fine with a cashcard or NETs. What the fucking knnb hell?! For a fucking measly 20 cents?! I can throw ten of that miserable 20 cent coins right in your fucking old wrinkled cb face! In my whole life I have never owned a cashcard or NETs. I have to fucking buy one card to pay that miserable son of a bitch fine! I was totally fucking cb pissed off. I walked off in a hurry and loudly commented what a stupid library it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not see why I have to fucking own a cashcard you fucking piece of old shitbag at the library. Firstly, I do not drive a car and thus there isn't the fucking need to have a cashcard. Secondly, it is a fucking 20 cents fine. How much do you want to fucking earn? Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch House of Wax with Qian Bei and Diana. I had a plesant day with them until this guy came up to us for donations. Why can't this guy fucking read my blog and know how much I fucking hate this kind of people? I was using tatic number one. Raising his hopes only to completely dashing it later, but someone took out money first and wanted to donate. I could not remember who. Why?! I had to donate to that fucker! Knn! Why couldn't he just pick other people? There was one thing though. He was desperately trying to speak in an accented way but only to fail terribly. Adding salt to the wound, I spoke to him in my accented perfect English! He was using too many singlish with his fake accent. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, I once again met with bad luck. I took a bus home and just a stop before my stop, I had to meet a bus conductor! Ccb! I paid only a dollar and the fare was not enough. The damn bus conductor demanded I pay another one dollar and thirty cents to buy a new ticket. I paid and got down to change bus. Fuck you bus conductor! May you get knocked over by a bus and heavens shall send its bolts of lightning on you. Who said that lightning does not strike the same place twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I do not know what is getting to me? For me to be abe to type this entry, maybe I have been suppressing too much stress. At least I got everything off my chest and I am feeling better. Oh well! I think I shall stop or else the bus conductor and librarian will go and da xiao ren. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am having the worst time of my life! Fuck it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111661162804351149?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111661162804351149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111661162804351149' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111661162804351149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111661162804351149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/nc-16.html' title='NC 16'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111634806450347544</id><published>2005-05-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:09:25.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is responsible?</title><content type='html'>Nothing particular happened today... Plus I ain't some blogger who blogs about my daily activities... I was watching the news just now... Sadly, teenage girls in our society is getting more and more out of hand... Doing lesbian acts in front of a camera... Kissing, hands reaching up the skirt, touching each other's asses... What on earth are they thinking? I am seriously against homosexuals... I mean... For guys, where do they wanna insert their rods? Up each other's asses too? Wouldn't that fucking hurt? ( Pardon the pun..) Now girls... What is there to insert? Sex has been around for like millions of centuries... Not only humans do it, every animal in the animal kingdom does it... Not to mention the insects too... Ask yourself... Have you ever seen insects or animals of the same gender having hot sizzling sex? No you do not! So what is it that makes homosexuals exist? The brain, being the most mysterious organ in our body has the answer... But... Answers from them will be difficult to obtain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main focus of this entry isn't actually about homosexuals... But the parents who have things to say about this issue... Watching the news over the recent years have made me realised that whenever teenage problems arise, their first comment would be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The school should do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, today's news about teenage girls acting imtimate... The parents only have got one thing to say... The school should teach them this and that and blah blah blah... What exactly made them say that? Are schools responsible for teaching your child not to be homosexuals? What are schools for? A childcare centre for your kids to spend their time in the morning and afternoon? A school is a place where people, usually young people are educated... Education itself tells us that our kids are actually going to school to learn academic stuff and no more than other stuff... Why has the society warped so much that even civics and moral is something the school has to teach? Aren't our moral values and civicness be taught by our parents? Since when has teachers been labelled as parents? If so, why call them teachers? Shouldn't we call them Father or Mother? What are the roles of parents now? Earning money to feed their offsprings? That is one... But shouldn't they be teaching life lessons too? They should know their child better than no one else isn't it? So aren't they the best candidate to educate their young? Its like a mother bird teaching her little child how to fly and hunt... Who else can teach? A lion? Does a lion knows how to fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagin the burden of the teachers nowadays... Having to control an average class of forty students is not easy.. On the surface it might seem that they give only one assignment... But what about her assignments? It is mutiplied by forty! So who's life is much more worse? And to top it off, she has to worry about moral values of your child? Although I have never been a good student, I can understand the stress teachers are facing and it isn't easy to cope at all... Marking assignments are not easy one bit... Having to check every single mistake for forty times... It is not enjoyable at all... So why don't you parents just make the teachers' life a little easier by taking your child in hand and stop blaming the school for not doing YOUR job?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to see a little change in the society... If the teachers are responsible for your children, why should they work and give you allowances when they grow up? They should be giving it to the teachers... I wonder how all of you think about this? Do discuss... I would really like to hear all of your comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teacher. One who slogs it out for the future of the children and gets nothing in return. I salute you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111634806450347544?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111634806450347544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111634806450347544' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111634806450347544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111634806450347544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-is-responsible_17.html' title='Who is responsible?'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111607665188148683</id><published>2005-05-14T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:17:31.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven seven forty nine makes a square...</title><content type='html'>Haha! I have a riddle for you people... The title is the clue... So best of luck trying to guess it... To those who have guessed it... Great job! So here is the riddle... Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CSEAITROYSMORONOOYUYWGULSSDNRHVTMARAAEEYNOTVDRSBX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think hard everyone... Best of luck to all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111607665188148683?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111607665188148683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111607665188148683' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111607665188148683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111607665188148683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/seven-seven-forty-nine-makes-square.html' title='Seven seven forty nine makes a square...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111544575829487924</id><published>2005-05-11T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T15:00:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaf! Maaf!</title><content type='html'>Sigh! Sorry people... I am sad to say that today's entry is not the one I am intending to blog about... The main character of this entry has called in sick and therefore I am not being able to do what I have promised you people... Please pardon me for I am sad enough that operation: " Go do your math Sebastian!" has not commenced yet... Sigh! Have no fear my friends! For I will make sure I get my hands on Sebastian... He has made me do things far beyond my imagingation... I will not let him off so easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! To the main thing... Nanyang poly is a stupid place whereby the computer actually denies my entry to view my tagboard and my counter... So I will most probably be communicating with you guys through the comment feature... So do look out for any comments... And I think you people have to do that too... Yeah I know... Commenting is irritating because you still have to log in and think of what to type... But do do me this favour and just communicate with me through comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Poly life is better now... And I think fate is conspiring against me... It put me in the same group with a person I hate!!! Damn it! Sigh! Work is piling up and I wonder how my counter is doing.... Argh! Hate this feeling! I am currently doing a book review to present for a module... This presentation is my very first ICA so I am quite excited about it... I mean... Asking me to talk in front of the class? I love it! Oh! The book I am doing on is by Dan Brown... Angels and Demons.... It is a great book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana: Hey! When are you coming back? I am so missing you already... Contact me sometime  yeah? I will always be there... Just come to me for anything... Don't worry too much yea? Also... Do cheer up... i feel sad whenever my friends are sad too.... Oh yeah! Me and Qian Bei have decided that we want to pick you up from the airport... Do tell us when ok? I will try my best to make it...  Just make sure it isn't a Monday night cause I have night classes.... Take good care of yourself ok? Wanted to type something in Indo for you but I just don't know the words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebastian will get it... Trust me! Do stay in contact with me my readers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111544575829487924?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111544575829487924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111544575829487924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111544575829487924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111544575829487924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/maaf-maaf.html' title='Maaf! Maaf!'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111528093986793925</id><published>2005-05-05T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:28:59.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday is coming...</title><content type='html'>At long last! Saturday is coming... Operation: "&lt;strong&gt;Go do your math Sebastian!&lt;/strong&gt;" is finally going to commence... Yes! I can't wait... So are my buddies who are in this with me! I am finally going to do something crazy! Much has happened lately... Only two days ago, I had a quarrel with my mother... The aftermath? I lost and not only that, my dad changed the password to the internet... So here I am now typing this entry in Nanyang Poly during my computer class... Stupid Nanyang Poly! They blocked tagboard and my counter... I cannot view them... Darn it! But it is lucky that I am being able to blog.... So let us just be contented with what we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! What am I to do? Argh! I hate it whenever they use this tatic to make me coerce... Think I will have revert back to my old ways and go to my trusty cousin to use the net... Sigh! What is this world coming to? What have I done to deserve this? Is it justifiable to deprive a child from his only connection to the technology world? Argh! Nothing much has happened actually... But many things are going to happen on Saturday! Haha! Just wait patiently people! Nice things are coming your way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to change my blog's template... Going to change to a new one soon... I got Desmond to help me with it... I gave him the theme I wanted and how I wanted the layout to be... So wait also readers! I will most probably update it too on Saturday... All of you will be in for a surprise when I update it... The theme especially... Haha! I love Desmond to bits! Thank you for helping me with it... I gtg now... My lecturer is starting the class soon... Do come back and read yea? And support me... Hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebastian... Your demise is near... Start praying.... Your ass will be kicked by me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111528093986793925?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111528093986793925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111528093986793925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111528093986793925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111528093986793925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/05/saturday-is-coming.html' title='Saturday is coming...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111479573978943072</id><published>2005-04-30T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:07:36.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drastic actions for drastic measures...</title><content type='html'>Breaking my own pact... Said only to blog after next Saturday at least... I cannot help but feel sad at what has happened tonight... It seems I have not talked much about my new life now in poly huh? Well, let me start by saying that it is very enjoyable... The people there I meet and my classmates... Haha! It would take quite awhile for me to understand them fully as they would probably take the same amount of time to understand me... Being the usual self I am, shooting off remarks whenever I want and not taking other people feelings into consideration, it has quite created some bad vibes between some of my classmates and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to talk about today... Hopefully creating awareness for the others that I want people to like me for who I am and not like me for who I should be... Just had a conversation with one of my girlfriends... She said that I am being mean in class giving comments when not needed... Yes! That is what I am! Saying that I should change the way I say about things... I am a blunt person... If you are lousy at singing, I will just say it in front of you that you suck! Hurting your feelings? Well, why? Afraid to admit that you do suck? Haha! Probably that is what is keeping people from voicing themselves out... So are we all going to lie every single time? I very much doubt so... Package it in a nicer way? Haha! Isn't the results same? Packaging your words is just something to make yourself feel better and escape from guilt that you just hurt someone... Telling yourself that "I meant it in the nicest way already... So I am not at fault if she is hurt..." Well, think again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still feel that whatever is written in the previous paragraph is confusing, it is just how I feel about my classmates now... Is it something bad to voice out your opinions? Why do I have to say it out loud for people to hear? Because I want to be heard... What good is a comment if it is kept to yourself? Is the person you are commenting on going to improve if you keep it to yourself? Be bold and blunt I rather say... There wouldn't be improvements in this world if there is no such thing as commenting... So how does one percieve what is good and what is bad? This is such a subjective subject... (Pardon the pun..) Anyone can plainly see that how good and bad is defined is through the feelings of the consensus towards the matter.... So is it justifiable that I get condemned for not thinking like the majority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do think twice about what kind of a person I am... Saying things like this when all you have seen is all my skin and not deep inside... Are you sure you want to judge me now? Why not give us more time to talk and get to know each other better? I am sure there are people out there who thinks I am really a good listener and gives constructive comments rather than a cold blooded idiot who shoots his mouth off... Time will heal all wounds as they would, pull people closer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting to know someone is like eating warheads. (A kind of candy) It starts off tasting sour, but gradually over time it turns sweet... Don't you people think so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111479573978943072?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111479573978943072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111479573978943072' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111479573978943072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111479573978943072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/04/drastic-actions-for-drastic-measures.html' title='Drastic actions for drastic measures...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111443899947653427</id><published>2005-04-25T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T04:24:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging will cease for awhile...</title><content type='html'>Alright! I am sad to say that blogging will cease for awhile due to some complications I have with the Sebastian guy I mentioned in my previous entry... Sorry if you really like reading my entries but I will only blog after I finish the matters I have at hand... I promise you people the best entry you guys will ever read once I finish my stuff... (Maybe not the best...) Or at least something interesting to make up for it... By the way... I officially announce that 20th of April 2005 as the day that Wei Xin gets a hate mail because of his blog!!! Yay! I am currently replying to her now... so will blog about her too... But only after I finish my stuff... So,very sorry for not blogging... Do still support me yea? Thank you paul for supporting me.. Now I know at least some people do read my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Updated portion*&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I had a few little things done on my blog... I am going all out to publicise my blog... Hoping that people would take notice and become as successful as Desmond's blog... Well, all that has been changed is due to Desmond's handiwork... So thank him for revamping a little of my blog... Also, there is some problem with the tagboard... So I decided to do away with it for awhile because it takes a long time to load my blog... Stupid tagboard... Planning of Sebastian's demise is coming along well... you all should be able to see the next entry by next saturday latest... Sorry that it will take so long... But I promised you a great entry didn't I? So be patient and wait ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Desmond: Love you to bits for helping me make these stuff... You must be feeling bored to be able to help me... The next thing that you are gonna change shall be my skin! Muahaha!!! I am gonna exploit you! Muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sebastian! Just you wait! I shall punish you for I am doing justice a favour! Not to mention a favour for your wife too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111443899947653427?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111443899947653427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111443899947653427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111443899947653427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111443899947653427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogging-will-cease-for-awhile.html' title='Blogging will cease for awhile...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8114777.post-111382977110223646</id><published>2005-04-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:21:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relation between guys and cyber sex...</title><content type='html'>Yes! It's the post Desmond has been waiting for... Haha!! Well before I go deeper into my topic, let me just talk about my first day in Nanyang Poly... It also is my orientation... Haha! The day has been quite enjoyable but there were some things that can be done without... Like the stupid ice breaker games... I mean... If we didn't wanna know other people, no matter how you put us together we can still be total strangers... It is almost like teaching a cat to swim... Oh! There is something interesting at least... Since its a School of Business orientation, we will be playing Business games where we deal with money... I will further explain when I survive the ordeal tomorrow... Haha! I made it sound terrible didn't I? So let's just get it on shall we? Desmond is already cursing me for taking up so much of his time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we go on, let me briefly tell you what to expect... I do have real live information like a conversation with some sick guys here... (Thanks to the courtesy of my friend...) And this information is not suitable for kids under the age of 16... So Nicholas, if your brother is reading this, please prevent him... Thank you! And let's just move on... Stop cursing me Desmond! I just sneezed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world of technologies... It is surprising to see how it has evolved over the years... When I first saw a computer, all I could think was... What is this thing? And why are there alphabets on this rectangular board? And the first thing I did on a computer was computer games... Need more be said? Haha!!! It didn't take long for people to invent the internet and the encyclopedia became obsolete... So that also sparked off a series of event in the world... It works like a double edged sword... The good and bad... Almost like Yin and Yang... As you know for today's topic, yeah... We're gonna talk about the bad side of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our topic title goes, cyber sex is widely known around the globe... It is done through chat rooms whereby people, usually of opposite gender would talk erotically to one another to induce some erotical thoughts into their mind which in turn heightens the pleasure while (I am gonna be open minded...) masturbating to the chat... How it is usually done? Well... There are many ways to go about doing it... Most people would start by telling a story which both parties will describe what they will do to their partner... Let me just give one sentence as an example yea? (Desmond must be very excited by now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I let my forefinger run down the side of your body slowly as I pressed my lips against yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! That was one sentence... Now do you get the point? It can be continued by either of the party... So... Actually, up till now I have not touched on what I really am trying to say... If you feel lost, sorry... But just continue reading yea? So, I will now show you some real life conversations which involved one of my friends where she met this pervertic maniac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: hi there&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: how are ya chiness doll !&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: this is shari. 22 male , pic on pro from pakistan&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hey !&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: yes&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: waz ur asl&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: 17 f singapore,chinese&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: nice&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: hey buddy....i m soo hot rite now....i wanna cum........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: can u help me/order me/command me.....&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: allow me so i can stroke my cock...&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: pleaseeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: dont shy!........say&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: comeon! im waiting for ur orders&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hahahhahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u making me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: oh boy...&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: im damn serious........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: im your slave.....take me as a slave..&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i wont touch untill you permit me&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous l: oh cool ! i have a slave&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: comeone babe! teach me, order me...&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: okay... sit !&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: mmmm!.....yesss...&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: roll ?&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: mmmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: my clothes on.......&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: handshake ?&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhh........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: babe!..say all wat ever in ur mind........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: im laying straight on my bed...keyboard over my legs.....and ma cock burning inside my undies&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: hey!.....&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hmmm... let me think&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: yesss....&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: fetch&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: roll around&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ok.........&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u really enjoy tt ?&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: yessss..........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i touch ma cock outside pants........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: babe!...can i touch it again.....&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: uh!....i will do exactly as you say&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: how can i be convinced tt u r doing wat i'm telling u to ?&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: uhhhhh....you can be convinced.....i just believe and do as u say.......u will be convinced after hearing my shouts, breath....&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: im in ma room....doors locked....windows closed.....&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: Trust Me......&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: okay&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: open the doors and windows&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: now please........can u start.......&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: lick ur elbow&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ummm........&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: y ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u r my slave , i'm ordering u to do it&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: uhhhhhh!....okkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i had open the doors n windows.....&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: mmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i lickkkk&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u sure u did ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: are u being a good boy ?&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: uhh....i didddd...........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: yessss.........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: moreee.......&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: how dare u lied !&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: no humans on earth can lick their elbow !&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: many ways to lickk...........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: uh!.........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: dont be angryyy.......&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ur slave apoligizing u.........&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: slap urself !&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: hhhhhhhh.......i did...can u hear the sound ....&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i slap on my face.......&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: keep ordering !.......&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: heyyyy.........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: pleaseeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: dont leave me lik that&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: shave ur legs&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: shave or shake?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: shaveeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u understand ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i don't want hairy legs&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: babeeee.....i cant shave my legs rite now , but next time u will see the shinny legss&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: my legss are wide openn&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: close ur legs&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: get on ur feet&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: and get a shaver&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: uhhh...i will get a shover when umake me cum so much&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: put on a red lipstick&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: mmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: can i touchh my penusss?........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: please ........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ur teasing me soo muchhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: my legs shiveringgg&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i cant put red lipstick...i dont have it ..&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ur slave requesting u.........allow him to touch his penus&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: use the lipstick&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i willll............&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: dear mistressss allow ur slave to touch ........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: plssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u r slave, u have no rights&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i am beging you&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: can u type fast my mistress....&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ur slave needs you soo much&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: get an ice cube and put it in ur pants&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: shitttttttt&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: its hurtingggggggg&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i puttttt....inside pants and outside penties..&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: shittt........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: heyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: mmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: my cock is getting hard.......&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: make it soft&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: where u goo?......&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: babee..........damn.......i wanna stroke it&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: please.......keep ur eyes on me!...order me to strokeit&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: pleaseeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: do 40 sit ups&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: uhhhhhhh...........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: 40 sit ups.........&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: do it !!!!&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: i stroke 40 times ups?...that is u mean to say&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhh.........&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i want 40 push ups&lt;br /&gt;psycho_sick83: ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from this, this guy is totally sick... Althought his method was not what I mentioned ealier, but there was pleasure which he derived from taking orders from a lady... But my point is... Why are there people like this? Especially men... Why? It does not end here... I have another conversation... Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: hi&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hey&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: I am sebastian age 38 married u mind chatting ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i dun mind&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: asl pls&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: i am sebastian age 38 married u mind chatting ?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: u asl pls?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: hello r u there ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: oh&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: sorry&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: 17 f singapre,chinese&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: i c&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: still studying ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: yup !&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: sec 4 ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: nope&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i finished sec 4&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: now awaitng for poly ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: yup&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u must be from sgp, i presume&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: yup&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: so today nvr go out with bf ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: today ? it's 1.43 am my dear fren&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i dun have a bf&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: ic&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: u r funny&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: yr profile only show yr backside&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: well...always been hoping ppl will kiss my ass but none will&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i'm glad i found a giant pic&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i did tt outta fun&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: i wan to kiss yr ass can ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hahahha ! wat i meant was&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: sucking up to me&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: i can lick u if u want&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: u there ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hahahaha ! are u giving me a dirty talk ?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: well if u dun mind ?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: or else&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: hello r u there ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: sorry&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: yes i mind&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: 'coz u r old enuf to be my dead&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: sorry&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: dad&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: well to be friend I ever have s...x with a girl of yr age&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: there's no need to have any censorship&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: well... tt's sad&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: are u facing prob in ur marriage?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: nope&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: Just for fun and excitment&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: i break her virgin, she ask for it&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i'm feeling sorry for her&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: too&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: why ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i think it's a lost&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: lost of wat ? virgin?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: not just virginity&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: then ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: she'll regret someday&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: when she truely met a guy who's meant for her&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: well that guy might not be a virgin guy mah&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hmmm...well... my fren , i guess it's hard to explain it to u&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: Well she ask for it, so I do it lor&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: I met her at the pub, then we chat&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i see&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: still in contact wif her ?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: yes&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: we meet once in a while&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: but we seldom do that one unless she ask for it&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i see&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: did u think of wife when u r doing it ?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: yes&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: sometime no&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: do u have any sense of guilt ?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: nope, i do it when she ask for it why should i have ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: so u meant ur wife encourage u to do it tt's why u don't feel guilty ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: 'coz she approve ?&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: she dun know lar&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u make it sounds as if it's the girl's fault and not urs&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: tt u r forced to do it&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: well i nvr force her at all, she is the one that wan it as a guy i give in lor&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: no i din say u force her to&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i say u make it sounds as if she force u to do it&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: tt u have to do it&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: now u say, as a guy u give in&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: yah lor&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i don't think tt's a gentleman act&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: WHY ?&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: hahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: u ask me why&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: i'm starting to suspect if u know the defination of marriage&lt;br /&gt;naiwhyekhian: well......................&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: oh dear... no wonder singaporean ladies don't wanna get married&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: tsk tsk tsk...i guess my future marriage life is at risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disgusted... by his horrendous English actually... Haha! But, look at this? What is the meaning of it? Men losing themselves to the thoughts of sex... I am so ashamed to be a male... It has made me realise that man do really only think about sex... I recently went into chat rooms, hoping to scoop out some reasons why guys always want to talk about sex... But sadly, the guys in there are always against talking to people of the same gender unless they are homosexual... It is easy to identify a male in a chatroom... The first thing they will always say when starting a conversation with you would be this question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asl?" (It stands for age, sex and location...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered them truthfully and all the response I got was a bye or they will just ignore me... I myself am a male too... Writing this whole entry really makes me feel ashamed... Why has society veered its path this way? There has to be some logical explanation to which why males to these kind of things... The eagerness for lust? To potray the male dominance? Where has all the chivalry gone to? Lost in dark ages? What about the utmost respect we have to treat a female with? Where has all of it gone to? The males in mordern civilisation really has gone haywire... Simple things like holding the door for the females has already dissappeared... Not to mention, seating the ladies, help them as often as possible and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so? The guys in my poly now is making a big fuss whenever I hold the door for my class females to pass... They take me like some kind of joke and always wonder why I treat the ladies like god... Sigh~! What am I suppose to say? Girls are suppose to be treated with utmost respect? Haha! I'll probably only have girls as friends in my school... Sheesh... Why can't guys just be more sensitive? Haha! I am like complaining about my own kind... Well... This is true... I do hope that someday, respect towards women will return and stays for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Peng Ren's blog has been added to my links... do check it out yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotions... When will guys be able to feel them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8114777-111382977110223646?l=hairlessheirless.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/feeds/111382977110223646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8114777&amp;postID=111382977110223646' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111382977110223646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8114777/posts/default/111382977110223646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hairlessheirless.blogspot.com/2005/04/relation-between-guys-and-cyber-sex.html' title='Relation between guys and cyber sex...'/><author><name>Wei Xin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08983733561982575976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>17</thr:total></entry></feed>
