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src="http://www.cyborgname.com/webimages/chi2-MOK.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Machine Optimized for Killing" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.. its supposed to be koping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112611338367024501?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112611338367024501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112611338367024501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112611338367024501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112611338367024501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/09/uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112593173333857031</id><published>2005-09-05T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T07:48:53.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Getting tired of walking, the rain that began to fall&lt;br /&gt;I chase after the rabbit I couldn't catch&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are like the clear water&lt;br /&gt;Breathing deep down in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Call me, call me, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;Where can I go, to where, so that I'm satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go home, when tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;Will I be laughing saying that it's all ok?&lt;br /&gt;Call my name, call me, I'll embrace you&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes and remember those innocent times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You filled the parts I lacked in&lt;br /&gt;Because I was able to forget even sad feelings&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying, and regretting that&lt;br /&gt;I became an adult someday&lt;br /&gt;Getting humiliated, sweating&lt;br /&gt;But the reason for me to continue dancing&lt;br /&gt;Is burning, burning my soul and screams&lt;br /&gt;If I continue, continue to open it I can be saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go home, let's meet&lt;br /&gt;Behind the moon, white rabbit&lt;br /&gt;Let's return, when tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;I'll be laughing barefeet&lt;br /&gt;I'll call, call and embrace it&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes and remember those innocent times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting tired of walking, the rain that began to fall&lt;br /&gt;I chase after the rabbit I couldn't catch&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are like the clear water&lt;br /&gt;Breathing deep down in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Call my name, call me because I'm here&lt;br /&gt;If I tell, tell my heart I'll be fulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112593173333857031?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112593173333857031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112593173333857031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112593173333857031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112593173333857031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112488533626234587</id><published>2005-08-24T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T05:08:56.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to &lt;em&gt;Reggie Miller.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112488533626234587?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112488533626234587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112488533626234587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112488533626234587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112488533626234587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-to-reggie-miller.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112419468025340894</id><published>2005-08-16T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:18:00.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that my blog shouldn't contain too much personal stuff. You could get sued for slander any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite a loner in school now. Thats pretty sad. Thats what one would suffer if you ever flame your classmates for no reason. And i was reading one of their blogs and i saw this entry. He says i have done bad things to him and god knows who. Now this set me thinking. I can't remember doing anything to him other than pulling his hair. heh. And he wants to thwart my 3 years in poly. Oh my. He sure is an angry kid. I think i better shut up lest i offend anyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's friend was laughing at the tag i posted on his tagboard. Interesting. That tag started a flood of tags debating on whether i'm a stalker or whatsoever. bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112419468025340894?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112419468025340894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112419468025340894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112419468025340894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112419468025340894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-realized-that-my-blog-shouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112349049536627192</id><published>2005-08-08T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:46:49.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah i know my class have read my entry 2 weeks ago, regarding their so called 'gang' and another of my friends. there's one thing i have to do, and that is to apologize for my nasty comments. I'm sorry 1E08. this particularly goes out to avril, sihui, michelle, sharon, keshia, samuel, zhicheng, alvin, quan rui, hafiz, tezel and especially li te. yeah i'm sorry for criticising u guys and especially li te, whom i have verbally bombed badly. i dun mind being called a bastard of a jerk by my classmates, but i have to admit. i wrote that entry when i was in a super bad mood. no shit. maybe u all would not forgive me, but this apology goes out to all of you whom i have offended in anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112349049536627192?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112349049536627192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112349049536627192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112349049536627192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112349049536627192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/08/yeah-i-know-my-class-have-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112265051523659584</id><published>2005-07-29T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:21:55.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You're beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're beautiful it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's time to face the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never be with you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112265051523659584?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112265051523659584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112265051523659584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112265051523659584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112265051523659584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/07/youre-beautiful-youre-beautiful-its.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112255553810375675</id><published>2005-07-28T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T05:58:58.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and my big mouth. Sighs. She's gonna hate me for another 6 months. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got 71% and 75% for BusAccs and IISO respectively. Staight As. Now i'm left with Commskills. I doubt i'll do well for it, considering the fact that i screwed up my oral presentation pretty badly. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She fucking hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She fucking hates me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112255553810375675?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112255553810375675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112255553810375675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112255553810375675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112255553810375675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-my-big-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112247857792017840</id><published>2005-07-27T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:22:33.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo I just realized i've done pretty well for two of my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMSY: 71%&lt;br /&gt;MacroEcons: 79%&lt;br /&gt;IISO: Unknown&lt;br /&gt;BusAccs: I ponned tutorial on that day so i didnt get to know my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should diet. My weight fluctuates like my mood. And I'm hitting the gym thrice a week. Gogo lose weight. I wouldn't want to cause the sky to fall "in case the big ones up there decide to recruit mok early" (quotes sian). Did i mention i LOVE sian? HAHAHAHAHA. No i think i'm lying. I kinda like Qianling more. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112247857792017840?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112247857792017840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112247857792017840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112247857792017840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112247857792017840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/07/woo-i-just-realized-ive-done-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112230561500158326</id><published>2005-07-25T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T08:33:35.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wake me up when september ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm gonna hibernate. I'll be back next year. If i can't make it to the school team next year, I think I'll quit bball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112230561500158326?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112230561500158326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112230561500158326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112230561500158326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112230561500158326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/07/wake-me-up-when-september-ends-yeah-im.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112230505720389902</id><published>2005-07-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T08:24:17.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Definitely not a good day for me. Its my first oral presentation of the semester and i screwed it up pretty bad. I think ms Aisha's gonna fail me. Let me see. Where did i screw it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. Let me begin with my into: Good morning ladies and Gentleman, I am mok and today I'm going to talk about...... Thousands of ex-convicts are released from prison each year. However, many of them often find themselves returning to crime and back to behind bars. Why? (pauses and stones for 5 seconds before fumbling through my cards) I forgot my lines. Woohoo. (starts reading from cards)  These restrictions come mostly from the society and general public, and seem to be aimed more at extended punishing rather than serving society. How can ex-convicts build a better life for themselves if they are not given the same opportunities normal people are given? The circumstances (_*$Y+)@( the ex-convicts face may promote the very circumstances)^$&amp;* that led to crime in the first place... This is where i screwed up. Heh. Broken english. I was nervous lah! damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the day walking around in school wearing long pants and leather shoes. Uncomfortable. Very. I still prefer my bball shorts and flip flops to complete that sloppy look. Then changed and went for bball trials. Woo Tp got Jesper Wong for head coach. Second top coach in Singapore. &lt;em&gt;Don't pray pray arh. &lt;/em&gt;He claims that his policy is that if he doesnt win a trophy at a school for three years he would quit. Cool. Anyway trials were ok. Only 40 outta 200 plus people got selected. And I wasn't one of them. Sad case. Oh well. I know I'm lousy anyway. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zone finals on Wednesday. Gogo RGS. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112230505720389902?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112230505720389902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112230505720389902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112230505720389902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112230505720389902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/07/definitely-not-good-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112202458130885388</id><published>2005-07-22T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T02:29:41.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No more looking, I've found her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to know that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, I miss you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112202458130885388?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112202458130885388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112202458130885388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112202458130885388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112202458130885388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-more-looking-ive-found-her-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-112201979437138052</id><published>2005-07-22T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T02:30:21.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no shit</title><content type='html'>I'm finally blogging after so long. Woo. Tet me talk about poly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i think going to Tp is one big mistake. Maybe not all of it. Tp is a good poly. Good facilities, good lecturers. But what spoils the entire beautiful picture are the students. Maybe not all of them, but this particular group of people in my lecture group. There's only two words to describe them. fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? There i am along with other students who are really trying to pay attention and there they are, screwing up the lecture. How? Not paying attention and yakking non-stop like OMG THE WORLD IS GONNA END TOMORROW. WTF. Why can't they just shut up?! Ok fine talking non-stop is not that bad. The worse thing they can do is stretch the lecturer's patience and challenging him or her. Who are the main culprits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing "jacket man" Timothy and "jacket girl" dunno what the hell is her name. They two make a good couple woohoo. They both like to wear jackets to lectures. Cool huh? These two constantly challenge the lecturers by posting idiotic questions that the lecturers don't bother to answer. WHAT IS GOING ON IN THAT COCONUT HEAD OF YOURS? Oh yah. Filled with coconut water. Why didnt I think of that. No wonder they can't think for nuts. Time and time again they screw lecturers up one by one. First it was Mr Elton. Then Mr leong. They are both very patient, but they lost their bloody temper during lecture. Mr leong even threw the mic and refused to continue. Other lecturers end up screaming thier lungs out. Woo i wonder whos next? You bloody fuktards who do not care about your bloody future. I will see u rotting in ur own cesspits while i graduate with my diploma with merits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my class. I must admit my class is pretty cool, but sometimes i question their maturity. There are basically two groups of people in my class. One of them is the group of more sociable and cool people, while the other group consists of the more quiet and reserved people. What i cant understand is why the former have to form their own "family". Terms like mama papa meimei didi ah gong ah ma are used and the list goes on. Wth. I think they have nothing better to do. They even write friendster testimonials like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~[C]eRtiFieD mEmBeR oF ....~*~*~*~*~*~**~******* "JiE mEi g@nG" ******"U": DiDiLi tE: aH gOnGmIcH: mUmmYsAm: kOr KoRsHaRoN: xIaO mEikEshIa: sTepMoTheR??? =XaLvIn: Lao gE zHi cHeNg: JiE JiEI lOvE u, U lOvE mI.....wE r OnE bIg fAmiLy~~!!!!!wE jUs sImpLy rAwkZ!!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Notice that the testimonial was tYpEd LiKe ThIs. Oh man. I understand that its good to have some bonding within the class.. But this?! OMG this only shows how immature you people are. Grow up kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bball trials are gonna be on next monday and wednesday. Woohoo. I'm ready. But there is some guy in my class who is blasting his cannonballs everywhere. He's a hefty 20kg heavier than me, and 3cm shorter. He doesn't know how to play full court. He doesn't know how to defend. I've never seen him do a layup before. All he does is stand under the basket and wait for the ball to come to him. Or he's standing at one place behind the 3 point line waiting for the ball to come and he shoots a 3 pointer. And he thinks that by just standing outside the 3 point line and shooting a 3 pointer that gets in is going to get him into the bball team. For heaven's sake you bloody dumb streetballer. We're not playing 3 on 3 streetball here. We're playing real matches. Full court 5 on 5. You think opponents are going to just let u stand behind the 3 point line without moving and letting u shoot ur asscrack 3 pointers? And if your shooting is good, i have nothing to say. But your dumb 3 pointers simply richocet of the backboard. And u dont even run back to defend, and even if you do you do not know how to defend. And there you go around saying, as long as i can get my 3 pointers in can already. Wtf you dumb piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just can't help it but to &lt;em&gt;suan &lt;/em&gt;you all. I think i'm pms-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-112201979437138052?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/112201979437138052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=112201979437138052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112201979437138052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/112201979437138052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-shit.html' title='no shit'/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111727928602022599</id><published>2005-05-28T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T04:21:26.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Will The Violins Be Playing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words i keep in here.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts that make me scared.&lt;br /&gt;always seem to show.&lt;br /&gt;your eyes let me know you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not you. it's all me.&lt;br /&gt;as if me taking all the blame would make you feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;but all lights burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'd like to say.&lt;br /&gt;is that staying friends is okay.&lt;br /&gt;but you and me we know.&lt;br /&gt;that in one heart love would grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not you. it's all me.&lt;br /&gt;as if me taking all the blame would make you feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;but all lights burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;will the violins be playing?&lt;br /&gt;when my heart finally opens.&lt;br /&gt;will you be there to embrace me?&lt;br /&gt;because it's all so crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;it's all so fucked up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not you. it's all me.&lt;br /&gt;as if me taking all the blame would make you feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;but all lights burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that i&lt;br /&gt;would find what i lack in you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111727928602022599?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111727928602022599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111727928602022599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111727928602022599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111727928602022599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/05/will-violins-be-playing-words-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111674156818057238</id><published>2005-05-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:59:28.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1129/640/farewell1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/260/1129/320/farewell1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell miller. =(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111674156818057238?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111674156818057238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111674156818057238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111674156818057238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111674156818057238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/05/farewell-miller.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111674091367617666</id><published>2005-05-21T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:58:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day 2 of orientation was super boring. considering the fact that i got selected for the telematch thingy. super lame games. argh. but &lt;em&gt;Aiya&lt;/em&gt; my sl allowed me to leave early. hur hur. &lt;em&gt;Aiya&lt;/em&gt; is not an exclamation. &lt;em&gt;Aiya&lt;/em&gt; is a name. she's from taiwan and she's damn funky lah. haha. anyway i left early took a long bus ride to catch A div finals. hwachong lost AGAIN. HAHAHAH. to temasek. heh. my condolences to the HCI pple. try harder next yr. =) and sorry melvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. he's gone. for good. no more reggie miller. buhbye legend. i'll miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111674091367617666?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111674091367617666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111674091367617666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111674091367617666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111674091367617666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/05/day-2-of-orientation-was-super-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111651238520984830</id><published>2005-05-19T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T03:34:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG 1st day of orientation was like sooo lame. ok at least i know that tungling is in business sch as well. HTM somemore. woohoo. fierce. then there was the lamest cheer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're handsome and we're cute and we cant be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;we're handsome and we're cute and we cant be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;we're the yandao chiobu yandao chiobu and we can't be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;we're the yandao chiobu yandao chiobu and we can't be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;we're handsome and we're cute and we cant be stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG so LAME. HAHAHAHA. ok shall talk more about day one after day two tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111651238520984830?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111651238520984830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111651238520984830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111651238520984830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111651238520984830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/05/omg-1st-day-of-orientation-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111380552081072091</id><published>2005-04-17T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:25:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lonely"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely I'm Mr Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody,&lt;br /&gt;For my own,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody, &lt;br /&gt;For my own,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo this one here goes out to all my players out there ya know got that one good girl whose always been there like ya.&lt;br /&gt;Know took all the bullshit then one day she cant take it no more and decides to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda sworn I was dreamin, for her I was&lt;br /&gt;Feenin, so I hadda take a little ride, back tracking ova these few years, trying to figure out wat I do to make it go bad, cuz&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my girl left me, my whole life came crashing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely),&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant belive I had a girl like you and I just let you walk right outta my life, after all I put u thru u still stuck&lt;br /&gt;Around and stayed by my side, what really hurt me is I broke ur heart, baby you were a good girl and I had no right, I&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna make things right, cuz without u in my life girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody to call my own)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been all about the world ain't never met a girl that can take the things that you been through,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought the day would come where you would get up and run and I would be out chasing u,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz aint nowhere in the globe i'd rather be, aint no one in the globe id rather see then the girl of my dreams that made me&lt;br /&gt;Be so happy but now so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that i'd be alone, I didnt hope you'd be gone this long, I jus want u to call my phone, so stop playing girl and&lt;br /&gt;Come on home (come on home), baby girl I didn't mean to shout, I want me and you to work it out, I never wished Id ever&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my baby, and its drivin me crazy cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely (so lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody (I have nobody)&lt;br /&gt;To call my own (to call my own) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, so lonely&lt;br /&gt;So lonely, (so lonely),&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lonely, so lonely&lt;br /&gt;So lonely, so lonely, (so lonely), Mr. Lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111380552081072091?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111380552081072091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111380552081072091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111380552081072091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111380552081072091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/04/lonely-lonely-im-mr-lonely-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111362360662175699</id><published>2005-04-15T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:53:26.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know things r not gonna be good next week when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ur still in office at 4am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. u get 2 hours of sleep a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ur in office on a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. u still havent submitted a 3 on 3 tournament form and risk getting killed by ur frens if the places r all filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. u haf to travel to tampines juz to submit the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. u haf to get to tp to submit another form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. u realize u wouldnt haf time to do points 5 and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm. sounds like im in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111362360662175699?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111362360662175699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111362360662175699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111362360662175699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111362360662175699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/04/u-know-things-r-not-gonna-be-good-next.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111331080956095120</id><published>2005-04-12T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T06:00:09.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jet-Come Around Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm waitin' for you, it's been so long&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm sad when I'm on my own.&lt;br /&gt;They said it takes a long long time,&lt;br /&gt;If it's not too much,&lt;br /&gt;Could you hear me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me you'd always be,&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up please come around again&lt;br /&gt;Come around again.&lt;br /&gt;You promised me you'd always be,&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up please come around again,&lt;br /&gt;Come around again yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's something I was thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;Get it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah there's something I was kicking around,&lt;br /&gt;Somethin' you said.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'm right,&lt;br /&gt;I only know when I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna leave some light to show it all&lt;br /&gt;And keep the lights from going off&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm waitin' for you, it's been so long&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm lost but I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;They said it takes a long long time&lt;br /&gt;If it's not too much,&lt;br /&gt;Could you hear me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come around again..&lt;br /&gt;Come around again..&lt;br /&gt;Please come around again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful song by Jet. totally in love with it. sorry for the lack of updates. u know i'm busy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111331080956095120?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111331080956095120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111331080956095120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111331080956095120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111331080956095120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/04/jet-come-around-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111236383898224426</id><published>2005-04-01T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T05:57:18.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally received my tp enrolment package. its such a hassle. so much paperwork to be done just to get into a poly. altogether i've got 5 forms to fill and complete. and i need to see a doctor to get myself certified physically and mentally fit to pursue my course. not much of a problem. the thing is they want an x-ray report of my lungs. wth, i dun smoke, i dun haf SARS or tuberculosis. really a waste of time and money. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some interesting things to take note of in the enrolment form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be completed and verified by medical practitioner)&lt;br /&gt;Headaches: Y/N - wth who doesnt haf headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant sneezing or runny nose: Y/N - wat to do when ur down with flu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpitations(fast heart beat) : Y/N - when u see someone u like its a natural reaction for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety/Panic attacks : Y/N - u tell me who doesnt get anxious at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a patient in a Psychiatric Hospital : Y/N - good question. if my answer is yes, would u doubt my sanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia : Y/N - sadly, thats a yes. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating disorder : Y/N - why would they wanna know wat i eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremors of fingers : Y/N - i do get occasional finger spasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a section for females only. cool. here's wat they ask :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severe Menstrual/cramps : Y/N&lt;br /&gt;Irregular Monthly Periods : Y/N&lt;br /&gt;Excessive Flow : Y/N&lt;br /&gt;Lump in Breast(in other words they're asking if u've got breast cancer) : Y/N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111236383898224426?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111236383898224426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111236383898224426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111236383898224426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111236383898224426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-finally-received-my-tp-enrolment.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111185227591151489</id><published>2005-03-26T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T07:51:15.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>safra 3 0n 3. we lost quarter finals. to some talls guys who dunked for fun. woohoo. never play under-21 competitions when ur 16. u realize the age difference matters alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111185227591151489?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111185227591151489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started up my com in the morning and the system asked for my pass. i juz typed it but it was wrong. and i was thinking wth. i tried a few more times but it was still wrong. then i went over to eric and he said i locked the account cuz i typed the wrong password more than 3 times. wonderful. had to survive without using the system until late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then david came to pick up the goods as usual. he offered to drive me to safra mt faber. and on the van he asked me to on his phone autolock for him. bad choice. i switched on his autolock, then changed his security code. then when the phone locked, we were unable to unlock it. then i was thinking. shit. wat did i do this time. i realized im not supposed to switch on autolock and then change the code. and david juz got his phone repaired the day before. i really got him into deep shit. oh well. i feel so guilty. maybe i should pay for the unlocking fees. dang. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111140968182760713?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111140968182760713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111140968182760713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111140968182760713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111140968182760713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-seem-to-haf-problem-with-passwords.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111078944507915696</id><published>2005-03-14T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:38:51.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moving at the speed of Mok.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. got this from &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slot in ur name and get ur slogan. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days i managed to cut my face and fingers with penknives. today i managed to do that with a piece of paper. woohoo am i good or wat. i'm mutilating myself once every few days. pretty deep cut. damn. maybe it could get me an excuse to skip work tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got access to the storerooms where they store all the free gifts and premiums. hehe. so far i've got 2 popular-cd rama vouchers, a backpack, a document bag, a few limited ed uno cards, yes uno cards, and a few other fridge magnets and stuff at home. heh. i'm not called Mok for nothing. Mok = Master of Koping. anyone interested in these premiums and blah blah feel free to msg me. i can get them for u at a service charge of 2 dollars. hopefully on my last day of work i can grab a box of premium bird's nest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should follow the trend and get a new ball. wait. i've still andrew's ball with me. if i could get my hands on &lt;i&gt;my balls&lt;/i&gt;.. hmms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111078944507915696?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111078944507915696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111078944507915696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111078944507915696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111078944507915696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/03/moving-at-speed-of-mok.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-111044669625208693</id><published>2005-03-10T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T05:47:21.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagboard's still screwed. Denys and John r changing their tagboards as often as me getting a plaster on my face for accidentally cutting myself with a penknife. which happens pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew went all the way to chinatown juz to get 35 bucks from me so he could get a new ball with denys. no shit. not to mention he lost his balls not too long ago. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to update. stuck in the office from morning till nite. to those pple who enjoy suaning me, *ahem Wilfred* pls go and die. quiting soon anyway.. bah. come to think of it, i haven't got my bloody pay yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posting results in a week. hmms.. wonder where i'll end up. if it's NYP, not bad. i need to pass their interview to stay there though. but its a good thing to be able to wake up late in the morning and juz walk to sch. SP and NP r all in the west. making me take such a long bus trip to clementi is as difficult as Wilfred trying to get to hold a pretty girl's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. its 9.30 already and im still here getting my OT pay by juz blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the train home there was this crazy guy armed with a nokia 3310. this phone is usually an anti-robbery device for wilfred and myself. but that guy was playing and repeating a sickening monotone ringtone all the way from marina bay to toa payoh. looked like he came straight out of woodbridge. he irritated all the aunties and uncles and bimbos on the train. heh. but at least he got off at toa payoh. i got peace on the train for the next 5 mins. spastic fuktard. boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-111044669625208693?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/111044669625208693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=111044669625208693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111044669625208693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/111044669625208693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/03/tagboards-still-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110977239538333215</id><published>2005-03-02T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T06:06:35.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized today that i haf a colleague who resembles a certain species of dinosaur. the big eyes and the bushy hair and face and all. suspiciously similar. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind that playing inter-varsity bball would be better than slugging it out with the yjc bball team. now the only prob is wat course and which poly i shld go. hopefully i can get into mass comm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew msged me today. obviously he was going to Green Leaves to get a haircut. and its not a garden Andrew. if it was one ur hair would be looking like wild grass now. but i doubt so. the aunty would haf given u a nicer haircut than ur current hairstyle which was unfortunately trimmed by a classmate of urs. but it's supposed to be 15 bucks wat? since when its 23? or maybe the aunty tot u're too fugly and cracked a mirror. that explains the extra 8 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing. wilfred is an asscrack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110977239538333215?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110977239538333215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110977239538333215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110977239538333215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110977239538333215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-realized-today-that-i-haf-colleague.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110959069473044871</id><published>2005-02-28T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T03:41:57.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blackjack is not fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110959069473044871?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110959069473044871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110959069473044871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110959069473044871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110959069473044871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/blackjack-is-not-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110913313291172663</id><published>2005-02-22T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:32:12.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in my office now. i'm bored to death. yesterday the whole office system lagged. its probably slower than me trying to run 4.8. i can't run any of my jobs and when the system resumed, my delivery orders were gone. )@!$&amp;!#@! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this job is tough, but the payout of 6 bucks an hour with 3 bucks extra for OT, its pretty worth it. i get to earn 50 bucks everage a day. but damn i haf to wake up at 6.30 in the morning. which i usually can't. and my colleague Erik doesn't eat lunch everyday. why? he says hes too fat. and u'll find him munching on junk food every now and then. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when r the results coming out? damn. i still nees to spend 5 bucks to get my high quality knife from wilfred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110913313291172663?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110913313291172663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110913313291172663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110913313291172663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110913313291172663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-in-my-office-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110881676899011109</id><published>2005-02-19T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T04:40:24.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im kicking myself for waking up late and missing the ajc fair. the way Jess described the aj fair makes the sajc fair sound boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nowhere to watch the Nba All-Star game. blame my dad for being so stingy as to deprive us cable tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got another pair of size12 trail slippers. and its orange too. take that Wilfred. and btw would u mind if i watch the game at ur hse tml? hoho. and as usual i promise nothing will go missing from ur hse. and its quite impossible for me to mistake ur phone for mine and kope it the Andrew style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Andrew, i'll try to return ur ball asap. even though i've taken a liking for ur ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is it true that our results would be out on the 25th? its like next week for goodness' sake. i'm gonna die. Wilfred u sure ur knives r sharp? i wanna buy one. i wouldnt want to slit my throat to find out ur knife is blunt and i bleed myself to death with blood gushing outta my throat. thats too painful a death. make sure they're sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized i mention Wilfred to much in my blog. i ain't gay brother. according to Fangxun, only males who r obsessed with pink r gays. i like orange. hoho. no Andrew i'm not talking about u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110881676899011109?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110881676899011109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110881676899011109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110881676899011109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110881676899011109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-kicking-myself-for-waking-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110836404939076774</id><published>2005-02-13T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:54:09.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Flipping through our photographs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing you is half hidden, half seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The winter of last year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We smiled very sweetly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking at your weeping face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying goodbye to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too late to hear it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ve already gone very far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps you have already given up on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps it is already too hard to turn back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it is me who let it slip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please give me another reason to say you don’t love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if it is that I don’t understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you forgive me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don’t take separation and treat it as your request&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the persistence to leave is your excuse for getting hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Request you to turn back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will walk with you all along till the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if there is no result&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can bear it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know your pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the promise I gave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said you gave me tolerance before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence was because of forgiveness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Request you to remember me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Request you to forget me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. great song on valentine's day isn't it? its jay chou's Excuse. the translated version. oh well. happy valentine to all. i'll be celebrating it in church. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110836404939076774?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110836404939076774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110836404939076774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110836404939076774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110836404939076774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/flipping-through-our-photographs.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110822103010609359</id><published>2005-02-12T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T07:10:30.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna pay a tribute to my fav player. my role model: Reggie Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller has officially announced that this season is gonna be his last season. his prolific 18 year career will end after the 2004-5 season. its a sad day for american basketball. 18 seasons with the Indiana Pacers. 18 years of love. 18 years of those unforgettable 3 pointers. who could forget the moments when he scored 25 pts in the 4th quarter of game 5 in the 94 conference finals in new york? or when he put in 8 in 8.9 seconds to win the game in the 95 semis against knicks? or that 39 foot buzzer beater to force the game into overtime against the nets in 2002?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those memories. The most prolific 3-point shooter in NBA history, Miller is No. 1 all-time in 3-pointers attempted (6,321) and made (2,506). He is the franchise's all-time leader in scoring and assists and stands 14th on the NBA's all-time scoring list. how incredible is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant really imagine watching the Pacers play with Miller. he is the franchise. i'm gonna miss him an awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just believe it’s time. I’ve always said to you that when I felt this organization, this franchise, the players were able to take the next step, I think it would be time for me to move on. I really think the younger players, Fred Jones, Stephen Jackson, I think these are able, willing bodies to carry this franchise on. " - Reggie Miller, the greatest shooting guard to ever grace The Game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110822103010609359?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110822103010609359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110822103010609359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110822103010609359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110822103010609359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-gonna-pay-tribute-to-my-fav-player.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110803171972485814</id><published>2005-02-10T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T02:35:19.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my new year has been ruined by stingy relatives, hostile confrontations, and the fact that i slept my way thru the new year. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110803171972485814?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110803171972485814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110803171972485814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110803171972485814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110803171972485814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-new-year-has-been-ruined-by-stingy.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110761088342149478</id><published>2005-02-05T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T05:41:23.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho. bball today at spitfire court. denys and xi-wei tricked me yesterday. saying that it was off.. asscracks. well wilfred's msg woke me up at 10.15. and when i asked wat time they playing, he told me 11. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%&amp;*^$"&gt;!@#$%&amp;amp;*^$&lt;/a&gt;@. how in the blue heavens am i supposed to get from amk to mp in 45 mins. in the end i reached at 11.45. only xi-wei denys marcus wilfred and xi-wei's bro was there. then played 3 on 3 for one bloody hour and they decided to go for lunch. fuktards. anyway it was pretty hot out there so i didn't mind. i wouldn't wanna get myself even more tanned. i'm black enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to eat at the foodcourt since xi-wei and denys had no money. hmms. i didnt kope their money btw. alas. no space at foodcourt. so went to BK. hohoho. the place was filled with vs and vjc peeps. and i spotted someone. lee sian ying and zehong. it doesnt take much to recognize the bushy hair and huge eyes.. heh. and i said to wilfred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ey. sian's down there.&lt;br /&gt;wil: huh. where where?&lt;br /&gt;me: *grabs wilfred's chin and turns it in the direction of sian and zehong. there lah. u blind arh?&lt;br /&gt;wil: i dun need u to tell me that loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nothing to say. heh now that i've met sian in person, i would say she's rather *ahem cute. yeah nice big eyes and bushy hair. i didnt say that. i wouldn't want her ranting at me in her pmsy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to church for cg. praise and worship was wonderful. i love the song Come Holy Spirit. the 1st time when i heard it was at CHC. at pst ulf ekman's sermon. its a powerful song and i can really feel the Holy Spirit's presence whenever the song is played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i've got no time to type the lyrics out now. some other time bah. powerful lyrics. ahh the wonderful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110761088342149478?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110761088342149478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110761088342149478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110761088342149478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110761088342149478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110751418473242111</id><published>2005-02-04T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T02:49:44.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored to tears. help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110751418473242111?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110751418473242111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110751418473242111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110751418473242111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110751418473242111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-bored-to-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110724784086823919</id><published>2005-02-01T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T01:30:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great. juz one msg to ask when's rgs' next match and i receive a msg from someone who tells me to stop harassing the sch team bcuz they need to concentrate on the match later. wow. i didn't know i was so influential. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110724784086823919?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110724784086823919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110724784086823919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110724784086823919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110724784086823919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/02/great.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110717175841922185</id><published>2005-01-31T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T03:42:38.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rushed down from work to ccab today. for wat? to watch rgs play ball of cuz. their opponent today was ij tp or ij st theresa's. dunno which one lah. fangxun gave me a weird stare. she gave me a feeling as if i was gonna get whacked any moment. =/ oh well. surprise surprise. saw junxian there with his mi fren. and of cuz the ftpss players. they had a confrontation with a bradell westlake guy and almost got into a fight. we managed to break them up. oh well.. at least i didn't get whacked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat down to watch them play. i think akn's crazy. played 2 teams in a quarter. cheryn-ann played pretty well.. hahas. their no.12 shooting quite zai leh. dunno whos that. think its natalie? hmms. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;qianling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so zai today.. =) so was jeanting. lol. she was wearing her leg brace.. isnt it heavy? then the c div pple came down? saw sihui joelynn and olivia. think rgs won 55-36? lol. oh well.. left after the 2nd quarter and went to the smu food court. ate jap food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erh.. me and junxian unanimously agreed that if we talked to the ftpss pple we would definitely get whacked. ehh. we speak in different wavelengths.. their conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: ey wat food u eat arh? how come so tall?&lt;br /&gt;guy: normal food loh.&lt;br /&gt;girl: huh? izzit? how come i eat the same thing as u i still so short?&lt;br /&gt;guy: bcuz u sec 2 only mah. i sec 3 liao leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-".. interesting conversation. another one went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl: ey teddy why ur eyes so small?&lt;br /&gt;guy called teddy( hes a super big and broad guy.): ...&lt;br /&gt;another guy: hes fat mah. then the face too fat cover up the eyes loh.&lt;br /&gt;me and junxian: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder wat wilfred thinks of this. hmms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110717175841922185?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110717175841922185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110717175841922185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Really good to see VS people again. And good to play a casual game of basketball. Denys, Marcus, Charlton, Daryl Lim Yun and (of course) t-Mok showed up. Amazingly, Mok, er, i mean t-Mok, was actually wearing a shirt with sleeves, which isn't very common where basketball is concert. He was in slippers too. No big basketball shoes. No armband. No legband. No headband. To make things worse, no shoebag to hug. So, t-Mok wasn't having a very good basketball day. Still fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized how important basketball is to me, even if I'm not very good at it. It is so much more than tossing the ball into the hoop. It is a social game. It is a game where people congregrate and have fun. Through basketball, I have made many friends of people who I previously didn't know, or had a bad impression of. (i.e Lim Yun, Daryl Yeo. Rock on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we play basketball, something stupid is almost always bound to happen. It is on the basketball court where some of the funniest incidents in my VS life happened. Like when Xiwei got a mouthful of Andrew's armpit hair. Or when Mok started pointing to the sky for no apparent reason. I feel a rush of blood in my veins when I touch a basketball, so much so that I end up doing stupid things like spiking the ball for no reason. I feel joy creep into my head when my team scores a point. I feel a bout of exhilaration when I score, when I get a rebound, or reject a shot(which dosen't happen very often). I get stitches when something stupid happens. For example, me causing injuries to myself needlessly, or when Denys tries to act tough and overpower Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These khakis of mine are friends of mine. Every single one of them. It's not just a game. With such a simple concept, so many emotions and incidents are provoked. It's incredible. Girls go shopping; Us khakis get the same feeling when we play basketball. Just ask Andrew, who elbowed me in the head just now. Even though it did hurt like hell, I just found it hilarious for some reason. Which was followed by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: you ok not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya ok.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: *raises 2 fingers* How many fingers?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Five.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: Cannot count nevermind! Can sing enough liao!&lt;br /&gt;Denys: Ok lets continue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Lim Yun's random shouting is hilarious.Ah. I don't know what I'd do without basketball and my khakis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110705081889248270?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110705081889248270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110705081889248270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110705081889248270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110705081889248270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-testimonial.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110682893377005751</id><published>2005-01-27T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T18:52:14.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the game.</title><content type='html'>Andrew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am one paranoid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im might start playing one of those tiring fragile political games in school again. even in the first 3 months. thats quite suprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to post too much about basketball in my blog. because my skill level dosent allow me to, and it would look poser. not that people dont already condemn me. im not going to tell you to read the following, i just want to put it down somewhere, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i missed basketball really badly. i was doing my maths in school while my friends were just hanging around (read: gambling) but then again, meridian is a bloody gambling den if ever one existed in such a educational institution. i was happily scribbling on my paper when someone started to bounce a volleyball. owww. i longed to hear that sound again on the courts. then i strated just playing around with floorball stuff, and a senior was asked by my friend to "teach us some skills leh". While he happily demonstrated to the both of us. I realised that i didnt give a f*ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, it would be useful to note that i joined floorball as my cca, so i should be dying to improve and enter the team. thing is I realised that basketball will forever be THE game that i love so much, and nothing will change that. Its a beautiful game. So many start playing the game to impress the opposite sex. I started because i was an overweight sec 1 child whose primary school friends didnt want to play soccer with me. read: TAF Klub during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope that these people realise that its more then basketball to play to impress. I love it because it is simply such a social game. Basketball has a really easy concept. throw ball into hoop, you gain points. yet this simple game has earned and solidified so many of my friendships. all the jokes shared, the times of anguish, the times simply spent randomly throwing the ball into hoops. you have to experience firsthand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to the exhiliration that i feel everytime my team scores a point, the trust you place in your team, the exhasperation and knowing looks that pass between your khakis. I love the game. I miss the game =(( "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. the beautiful game. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110682893377005751?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110682893377005751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110682893377005751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110682893377005751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110682893377005751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/01/game.html' title='the game.'/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110622815306382730</id><published>2005-01-20T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T05:37:29.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how sick can a person get? hmms. considering the fact that i had food poisoning in the afternoon, a bad flu with sore throat. and when i came back from work my temperature was 39.1 degrees. woots. thats wat u get for eating wanton mee for breakfast and curry rice for lunch for 2 days. i'm so sick i can hardly get out of bed. ok im out of the bed in front of the com now. but not for long.. once i hit the sack it'll be difficult to wake me up from my slumber. sheesh still need to get up early for cg tml.. haiz. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110622815306382730?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110622815306382730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110622815306382730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110622815306382730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110622815306382730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-sick-can-person-get-hmms.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110593311902000580</id><published>2005-01-16T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:38:39.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes. singapore finally defied the critics and won the tiger cup for the 2nd time. great. not many pple watch local soccer anyway. pple would rather stay at home and watch the EPL than go to the national stadium to watch ur own country win an international tournament at home. singaporeans act as if there's only 2 leagues in the whole wide world. the english premier league, and the champions league. bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was back to church yesterday after such a long absence. missed the feeling man. to feel God's presence again was wonderful. ooh the pool table was fully booked today. but still managed to play one round with a pro. idiot lah eugene. while i was breaking the went to grab my cue then the break was uneven. omgoodness the pro was damn pro lah.. got in 4 in a row. but i still won anyway. courtesy of him putting the black ball in when i had 3 stripes left and he had 2 solids left. oh well. i forgot to tell jackson to bring my jersey. its been rotting at his hse for dunno how long. special service on 30th jan. anyone wanna come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110593311902000580?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110593311902000580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110593311902000580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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heavens was he. no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and juz as i was walking to the mama shop to buy breakfast, wilfred came, with his earphones stuck to his ear as usual. so we went to buy breakfast together. its quite fun to see wilfred struggling to talk.. bad sore throat. and to think he ate curry puffs for breakfast. interesting. on the overhead bridge we met tungling my kakee! heh she juz walked past us and when i msged her, she said she was wondering why i was smiling at her. -_-. make me sound like a pervert sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wat a coincidence. she was there to play bball with us. heh. then marcus came, then daryl then xi-wei and andrew and denys and kafai. denys was in vjc pe attire. lol. asshole. trying to show off.. ok then we played match until 1 plus 2? tungling's fren was damn pro lah.. tampines sec no.7. playing youth cup this year leh.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to parkway for lunch. wanted to go yoshinoya, but andrew wanted 'healthy food'. in the end we ended up at the food court.. sian. then we went to play pool at republic. that was where wilbur got cheated of his phone sia. i was pretty worried since he and my phone the same. but come to think of it, the way he got cheated was pretty hilarious. hahah! i'm evil. after pool went to book badminton court. then went to marcus' hse to get the racquets and played ps2 for awhile.. and daryl went home. in the end 3 of us ended up playing badminton. 2 on 1. sian.. think i'm sleeping early tonite. i'm tired. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fault after fault, cheat after cheat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chelsea FC manager Jose Mourinho, on Manchester United after the 0-0 draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think Mourinho has opened a can of worms for himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The scot was annoyed enough to recall Porto's diving antics during last season's Champions League clash with United when the Portugal side were still under Mourinho's control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110579481869540308?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110579481869540308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110579481869540308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110579481869540308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110579481869540308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/01/whee-played-bball-pool-and-badminton.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110571136136146370</id><published>2005-01-14T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:04:49.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pretty bored staying at home all day. sheesh. therefore i've decided to haf a quote for each day. kudos to denys for giving me the inspiration. in short, i'm real bored and there's nothing much for me to do except stare at the com screen all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got my family to feed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NBA player Latrell Sprewell, who's making &lt;strong&gt;$14.6 million&lt;/strong&gt; this year and demanding a contract extension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The last thing I'll do is to get myself suspended again and risk the team's chances of making it to the playoffs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NBA player Ron Artest, making a statement on the night before he got himself suspended for the rest of the season for fighting with fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110571136136146370?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110571136136146370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110571136136146370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110571136136146370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9914131/posts/default/110571136136146370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-pretty-bored-staying-at-home-all.html' title=''/><author><name>mok</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110541540433282569</id><published>2005-01-10T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T19:50:04.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been working for the past few days.. office job. tiring man.. telemarketing is a tough job. talk until saliva dry liao. plus the crazy working hours.. at least i completed my job. but dunno whether need to go back anot.. working under michelle has been ok. maybe valencia will call me back to help out with my sis' work.. haiz. im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110505712768021942</id><published>2005-01-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T16:18:47.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha yesterday went to nooch for an interview. thanks dinah for introducing me the job.. heh went there and met wilson the manager. then while i was filling up the application form he went off to dunno where and i had to wait for some time. and after that he called and sais that he would call me again.. -_-". hope i get the job or i'll need to go job hunting again. working today. doing some telemarketing job at my sis' company. dunno wat company lah.. think its brands. strange working hrs. its like 11.30 to 7.30? and no tea break somemore.. crap. but for 6 bucks an hr, who wouldn't do it? heh. its the same thing on monday too.. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9914131.post-110481850990715452</id><published>2005-01-03T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:01:49.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for my morning jog this morning. my stamina really dropped to almost zero. ran 2 rounds only and my feet started to hurt. then went to play bball. there was an old uncle at the court and he challenged me to a 1 on 1 match. 5 sets 7 balls. ha i lost the 1st set.. didnt dare play physical with an old uncle mah.. later injure him how? i won the 2nd set and proceeded to lose the next 2 sets. the last set. uncle was 3-0 up. in the end i won 7-3. scored with all 3 pointers.. hahahas. and guess wat? the uncle asked for my name and i said t-mok. and he believed it. -_-" the uncle's name was rocky wong. cool name. reminds me of sg idol though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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enough lah.. boo. i need a day job!! fast. damnit. oh well.. i'm still can't decide on going to a jc or poly. most prob i'll slack away in jc. and if i wanna go poly i wanna take mass comm. which i think its quite difficult. the best course is offered at ngee ann, but the places r limited and theres pretty much competition. temasek and singapore poly also offer media communications, but not as good i think? haiz.. wat a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9914131-110475379688145376?l=mokked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mokked.blogspot.com/feeds/110475379688145376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9914131&amp;postID=110475379688145376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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