<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297</id><updated>2011-09-22T07:29:28.995+08:00</updated><category term='gibberish'/><category term='vidz'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='work'/><category term='diary'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>twisted toe</title><subtitle type='html'>its just him and his ramblings... and the bizarre things that happens in his life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wil</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1800802923038740643</id><published>2011-03-06T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:55:21.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>原来不是我不想说，而是没有人让我说。。。&lt;br /&gt;it's not that I dun wish to talk, it's just me having no one to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1800802923038740643?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1800802923038740643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1800802923038740643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-that-i-dun-wish-to-talk-its.html' title=''/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-885829563854733048</id><published>2011-01-21T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:03:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counterpain....</title><content type='html'>physical pain cannot be used to counter the pain in the heart...&lt;br /&gt;that's what i learned today. physical pain is only a temporary relief.... makes u forget the other, but only for that few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burying oneself in work works..... but when all the work is cleared, everything goes back to it was b4. can i stop working? coz i am really tired of making myself smile or laugh in front of others. maybe i need to go away on another vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me, the sun and the waves crashing on the beach.....&lt;br /&gt;maybe some alcohol to knock myself out for a few days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-885829563854733048?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/885829563854733048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/885829563854733048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/counterpain.html' title='counterpain....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5628818811089706003</id><published>2011-01-17T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:12:47.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help me......</title><content type='html'>the trip was a total disaster. not only was i not more relaxed, i feel like i want to kill myself even more. i really dunno wat to do anymore. no one to talk to abt my things. i need a hug. really need to feel some warmth from a friend. but there is no one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember something i read about depression. it said that people who want to kill themselves would not say they want to kill themselves to anyone. so am i considered to be in depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is a cry for help, would u lend a hand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5628818811089706003?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5628818811089706003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5628818811089706003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2011/01/help-me.html' title='help me......'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1661616444375628990</id><published>2010-12-25T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T15:50:56.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>its really confusing myself. i promised i dun mind a lot of things but the moment i suspect something is happening, i get a frustrated and cannot concentrate on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being able to wake u up from bed is something i always love to do. it feels like a something so sweet and simple that a person can do for another. i guess i really love having a family of my own. if i can choose, i hope to be able to do it forever. for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just change myself to be the selfish and never be considerate to others kind of arse. coz only if that happens, will i not get hurt anymore. sometimes i am so tired of getting hurt over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1661616444375628990?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1661616444375628990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1661616444375628990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2010/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7419137221745032030</id><published>2010-08-20T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T01:25:16.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>look up look down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;好羡慕那些成双成对的朋友。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;在情绪低落的时后，有个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" id="result_box" class="short_text" &gt;精神支柱。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;有个人可以依靠。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;在疲惫的时后，有个人在身旁危你加油！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好羡慕啊。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7419137221745032030?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7419137221745032030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7419137221745032030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-up-look-down.html' title='look up look down...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1908434809883501814</id><published>2010-08-05T04:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T04:48:46.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the insane mind of mine....</title><content type='html'>opps.... i guess i am still not well (in my mind..) to write yet but the this somehow relieves me of the things bogging my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have not been going well since feb (for reasons which i still can't say...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when things are going smoothly, spanners will be thrown into the works. stalling the operations and throwing everything into disarray.&lt;br /&gt;when work seems to be going well, little actions from somewhere, somehow brings me down again.&lt;br /&gt;as the saying goes, "if life hands you lemons, you make lemonade"....&lt;br /&gt;but if life keeps handing me shit, what can i make from shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a reason to think life is still great... coz i cant think of any. ANYMORE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i have quit tcc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1908434809883501814?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1908434809883501814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1908434809883501814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2010/08/insane-mind-of-mine.html' title='the insane mind of mine....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-9111182587043363721</id><published>2010-03-08T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:29:42.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure... for now?</title><content type='html'>dun think i will be doing any blog post anymore.... or until i feel that i am well enough to write.&lt;div&gt;whichever comes first....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-9111182587043363721?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/9111182587043363721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/9111182587043363721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2010/03/closure.html' title='closure... for now?'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4098853162547251467</id><published>2010-02-09T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T02:37:12.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>round and round we go....</title><content type='html'>i want to see you now.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hear you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts swirl inside my head but never will come out of my lips.... for i fear it will be the end(again)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if blurt out, will there be a positive effect?&lt;br /&gt;will you be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like a month of non contact draws closer with each contact... will it be just a month or will it be forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring is just rd the corner but it feels like winter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“如果遇到什么危险，你不必叫破喉咙，只要叫我的名，我就会出现。。。”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4098853162547251467?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4098853162547251467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4098853162547251467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2010/02/round-and-round-we-go.html' title='round and round we go....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7269791247488280505</id><published>2010-01-01T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:39:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want everyone to be happy....&lt;br /&gt;but to achieve this, must i sacrifice my own happiness? y is it that even after doing it, everyone is still not happy? am i not doing enuff?&lt;br /&gt;i am quite sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;seriously sick of this shit that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought things are looking better, things fall back to its original state. or worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls do not take it like i am out to earn ur $...&lt;br /&gt;i am helping out becoz of bro, my niece and nephew....&lt;br /&gt;so stop treating me like i owe u everything...&lt;br /&gt;i have a day job too which i have to go to....&lt;br /&gt;school holidays doesn't mean teachers need not do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u r the 1st person(other than my family) i want to see this yr....&lt;br /&gt;thanks for just showing up at the glass door.....&lt;br /&gt;kind of crappy to be talking on the fone when we are just separated by a glass door which was locked....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7269791247488280505?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7269791247488280505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7269791247488280505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-everyone-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-374963261988963363</id><published>2009-12-22T03:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:26:56.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gibberish'/><title type='text'>uncomprehensable conversations....</title><content type='html'>i am so lost now.... again i might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder.... wat am i?&lt;br /&gt;wtf am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i....&lt;br /&gt;i.....&lt;br /&gt;i......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a shrink. coz i dunno wat am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things on the family front seems to be ok already.... but its only the surface. trouble is brewing beneath the surface. just waiting to erupt. and when it does, my new address will be at buangkok opposite khan's hse. visit me if i still remember u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imissuimissuimissuimissuimissuimissuimissu&lt;br /&gt;can u come to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every1 has someone they can depend on when they r in trouble. but who can i depend on? no one to talk to anymore becoz i dun want to talk to anyone abt it anymore. abandon is the word....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to pick u up and send u home when u anticipated u will be too drunk after partying. i will and always will... will get a license and a car. with that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: do not try to decipher anything from this post coz its probably a drunk typing gibberish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-374963261988963363?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/374963261988963363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/374963261988963363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/12/uncomprehensable-conversations.html' title='uncomprehensable conversations....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-730384656710539049</id><published>2009-12-11T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:44:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season of knots.....</title><content type='html'>left eye twitched again..... meaning things are going bad.... again....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just finished a short video for a friend's cousin who is getting married this weekend. kind of last minute but still quite ok. feeling envious of them. i used to (and still do) claim i do not want get married... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i lied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not long ago, someone said i appeared in 1 of her dream. in it, we got engaged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i wished that was in real life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dec seems to be a month of marriages. friend's cousin, friend from ns, cousin's and then my boss's.... why the f*** is everyone getting hitched this month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-730384656710539049?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/730384656710539049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/730384656710539049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/12/season-of-knots.html' title='season of knots.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6241631524151659070</id><published>2009-12-09T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:50:19.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>square....</title><content type='html'>so here i am, back at where i started.....&lt;div&gt;but this time, i have to do it w/o the best friend and my sis....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i take more blows after 2 in a row?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6241631524151659070?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6241631524151659070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6241631524151659070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/12/square.html' title='square....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-9017532806381244093</id><published>2009-11-03T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:26:55.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 long hrs....</title><content type='html'>i can feel that u are making an effort to make things less awkward between us and i must have been behaving like an total arse hole.... but i dun think i can help behaving like this. but i swear i was also trying my best....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had wanted to talk to u after work but that seem impossible too... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it just me or is it that when i want to face the prob, something would make it more complicated for me to solve it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun wish to run away from but it seems to be getting more and more difficult to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am left with the option to carry on runnin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我设下了一个我不会解的局。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-9017532806381244093?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/9017532806381244093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/9017532806381244093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-long-hrs.html' title='5 long hrs....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2605683311550751960</id><published>2009-10-25T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:01:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the road....</title><content type='html'>the way that it was delivered was swift and full of joy....&lt;br /&gt;so much so that it hurts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody could see it but i was shivering throughout...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is better that this wasn't face to face....&lt;br /&gt;my self assessment of the situation isn't as great as i thought it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is my stop.... time to get off the bus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i get on another bus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2605683311550751960?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2605683311550751960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2605683311550751960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-road.html' title='end of the road....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6196923308088299397</id><published>2009-10-03T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T02:28:14.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worthless....</title><content type='html'>i feel so fucking unwanted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my family can do w/o me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6196923308088299397?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6196923308088299397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6196923308088299397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/worthless.html' title='worthless....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1900940522727677464</id><published>2009-09-29T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T04:31:35.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rough one....</title><content type='html'>why is my life always in a mess whenever thing start to look a bit better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job, health, financial, family, love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder if its the feng shui of my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the temptation to pick up the fone to call is strong, but i think i really need advice from someone who is close to the action... someone who guessed something is wrong, seek answers, got it but not entirely. sounds confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this certain someone questioned me abt some stuffs after she talked to me abt her prob. although i did answer her, but answers were masked.... did not reveal everything. i thought i had the chance to talk to this person again this week but i am not clocking hrs this week due to some scheduling conflicts so i won't be seeing this someone anytime soon. i think i have to find a way to talk to this someone soon or i think i will go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than this someone, i hv to talk to another one who is also close to the action, knows more(coz i did mentioned to her some things), and is neutral to most things happening. really need advice from this another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, should i put off the thought of calling? or carry on "s.i.s"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1900940522727677464?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1900940522727677464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1900940522727677464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/rough-one.html' title='rough one....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8900172204238551759</id><published>2009-09-27T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:02:28.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is going nowhere......</title><content type='html'>feeling very low ever since thursday night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason is very obvious....&lt;br /&gt;i had expected things to go this way but what i didn't anticipate was my reactions to the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is like how bella was when edward left her. i am nothing but a hollow shell... i can't feel anything. hunger, pain....&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is similar to the time when i found out cy's new bf last dec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its feels worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when my old frens have no time for me, i still can turn to my sis or even s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i ever have the chance to turn back time, i would choose not to lie to u abt my feelings. i get kind of green eye when i see u joke ard with him.&lt;br /&gt;i would choose not to say that my feelings for u have faded. i want to keep u by my side.&lt;br /&gt;i would choose not to show u a "black face" and ignore u for so long. i wanted to sort my own thoughts abt u, to make sure it wasn't just infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fren noted in a coversation we had quite sometime ago. whenever i speak of cy, my brows would be knitted. like i am in pain. but when i speak of s, the corner of my lips would involuntary point skywards. i didn't realise this myself. but i kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u but i think i have to leave coz i cannot bear to see things unfold right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;i would choose not to let mislead u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8900172204238551759?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8900172204238551759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8900172204238551759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-going-nowhere.html' title='this is going nowhere......'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8099425520061215088</id><published>2009-09-25T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:38:56.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week of sorting....</title><content type='html'>a week of sorting out of my own feelings and returned with a regret that i will never forget.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to a conclusion about what i want.... but i was late by a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will always be "jacob black"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally when i sorted out my own thinking, ur new "edward cullen" appears.&lt;br /&gt;"jacob black" will always be "jacob black"....&lt;br /&gt;always beside "bella", but only beside...&lt;br /&gt;but he still wants to be the 1 to take care of "bella"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8099425520061215088?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8099425520061215088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8099425520061215088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/week-of-sorting.html' title='a week of sorting....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-691494788678752316</id><published>2009-09-11T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:58:30.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random no..... unknown.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open this website : &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;4229d5f2690711ca864202b81564e095&amp;quot;, event)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sonality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take it (it's VERY short and easy, really)&lt;br /&gt;3. Copy and paste the result to Facebook&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends including me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-691494788678752316?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/691494788678752316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/691494788678752316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-no-unknown.html' title='random no..... unknown.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6003990567702856220</id><published>2009-09-09T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:11:20.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hole in the wall.......</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes we put up walls.&lt;br /&gt;Not to keep people out,&lt;br /&gt;but to see who cares enough to knock them down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone recently broke a gaping hole in mine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but decided to build it back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6003990567702856220?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6003990567702856220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6003990567702856220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/hole-in-wall.html' title='hole in the wall.......'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1779008824247654443</id><published>2009-08-24T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:03:09.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>a birthday wish.....</title><content type='html'>y bother to say want to meet up to eat when u know u are leaving at 5pm?&lt;br /&gt;does calling at 3.50pm make things any easier?&lt;br /&gt;i am not edward and i dun have super speed....&lt;br /&gt;even if i was all ready and waiting for ur call, we wouldn't even be able to have a proper meal. travelling takes time in case u forgot....&lt;br /&gt;and the worst is....&lt;br /&gt;u made it sound like my fault when u are hungry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure.... u could have stretch ur time, but by how much? 15? 30? does it make any difference? difference of an hr can make up a lot of difference but 15? or 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half a day means 2 hrs of ur time. so wat does 1hr mean? to me, these 2 hrs mean a lot to me. but the feel u gave me is these 2 hrs is just the time u need to fill out b4 u get to ur next appt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i gave u the impression that sc was more important than u, then what about u? where do i stand???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;i know u won't see this anyway but....&lt;br /&gt;u are still important to me!&lt;br /&gt;that's why i get so upset....&lt;br /&gt;but u won't know about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1779008824247654443?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1779008824247654443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1779008824247654443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-wish.html' title='a birthday wish.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7958275244006021621</id><published>2009-08-17T02:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:46:34.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>a long rant (its really damm frickin long)..............</title><content type='html'>seems like the "prophecy" did not come true..... coz jul and aug this year just felt worse just when i think it was getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize for my behaviors and the things i said this past few weeks. but i just feel so redundant everywhere i go. in school, my part time job.... even at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister just graduated in may and is working now.&lt;br /&gt;few days back, i she was home quite late and i asked her y was she late when she promised to be home by 6.30. her reply was there was last minute job that came in. but wat hurt me was the next line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND ONE. YOU ARE NOT IN THIS LINE ANYWAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said in a way that shows me she was irritated by my questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have to admit, i was annoyed when i question her about the delayed homecoming. she had said she would be home early and we will go buy some nice food to celebrate grandmother's bday. but not even a fone call to say she will be back late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she said i am not in this line, it feels like she was looking down on me as i cannot hold a job in the creative field. i am already feeling so damm low for not being able to get a job in this field and those word just feels like rubbing salt into open wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a short chat with one of my students, i gathered that i could be the reason the attendance to cca is dropping. i dun know wat's wrong and i am trying to fix things. make it more interesting for them..... push them to join competitions. and after all is done, it doesn't seem to be improving.  and the teachers in charge of the cca somehow are giving me the feeling they are losing faith in me. i find myself feeling ever so difficult to speak to them w/o feeling guilty.  guilty that i am unable to meet their expectations.... or even my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently told &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; that the feeling for her has faded.....&lt;br /&gt;but i can't seem to grasp y i still feel jealous when i see her with playing around with others. and i dun like the feeling i am getting from her now.....&lt;br /&gt;its as though she is out to push me away from her....&lt;br /&gt;as far as possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long ago, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; would still call me in the afternoon or night almost daily. and i like to hear her go on and on about things major or minor. but ever since she moved, things changed....&lt;br /&gt;gone are the calls which i would stay up late for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry if this looooooooong entry is a bit un-comprehensible but i really need to let everything out somewhere tonight coz my previous two attempts to talk to someone failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fucking worthless now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7958275244006021621?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7958275244006021621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7958275244006021621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/seems-like-prophecy-did-not-come-true.html' title='a long rant (its really damm frickin long)..............'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7751703739303227250</id><published>2009-08-09T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:33:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vanishing.....</title><content type='html'>the chance of me turning suicidal is quite high....&lt;br /&gt;if i am brave enough.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7751703739303227250?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7751703739303227250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7751703739303227250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/vanishing.html' title='vanishing.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4931652590348379231</id><published>2009-07-26T04:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T04:42:08.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning....</title><content type='html'>somehow i am beginning to lose the meaning to my life.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had found it on 2 occasions.... but it turns out to be just another big fat lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to feel so depressed because of work.... actually not jut work.&lt;br /&gt; i thought i would be happy to work and surround myself with the laughter of kids but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a place to rest.... a hug or just a shoulder to rest on. but i know i wun be getting any....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4931652590348379231?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4931652590348379231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4931652590348379231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/meaning.html' title='meaning....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8067555742849019574</id><published>2009-07-09T02:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:11:04.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>island survival....</title><content type='html'>my heart feels very heavy...&lt;br /&gt;i used to have someone whom i share most of my probs... now, even though she is beside me, i just cant tell her whats bothering me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true the more u are concerned about someone, the more u cannot bear to let them know ur probs for fear of letting them worry too? not too sure abt that but it sure applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need some time alone but i am afraid to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;i would love to hear bad news on ur side but can't bear to see u sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am such a walking contradiction...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8067555742849019574?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8067555742849019574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8067555742849019574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/island-survival.html' title='island survival....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6892622112821467146</id><published>2009-07-05T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:15:20.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if u live till 99....</title><content type='html'>its kind of funny wat things we can talk abt last night (morning if it suits u better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from living till u r 99 (and i will be 106 by then)....&lt;br /&gt;to how our kids will look like (girl will look like u and will sport the same hair cut as u)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can predict the future, but i really hope all these will happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did u dream of me (w/o the incorrect things)? lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6892622112821467146?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6892622112821467146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6892622112821467146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-u-live-till-99.html' title='if u live till 99....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1912131413021488679</id><published>2009-07-04T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:43:22.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.10am....</title><content type='html'>every second ticked by and i keep thinking i heard the phone rang...&lt;br /&gt;and met with disappointment everytime i faced my mobile....&lt;br /&gt;i knew the chance of receiving it was remote but i still held on to the believe...&lt;br /&gt;the believe that u would call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there i was.....&lt;br /&gt;stationed beside my phone till wee hours of the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just so amazing coz when i fell asleep the past few nights, u did call...&lt;br /&gt;but when i was waiting deliberately, it nv came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will still do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcoz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : i miss u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1912131413021488679?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1912131413021488679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1912131413021488679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/210am.html' title='2.10am....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8847499691732343842</id><published>2009-06-29T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:10:20.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>235....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i have my break?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8847499691732343842?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8847499691732343842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8847499691732343842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/235.html' title='235....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1822501251157872932</id><published>2009-06-27T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:01:31.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red means danger....</title><content type='html'>back from being "mosquito buffet"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week was all about apartments and dinner banquets... i have nothing to contribute to those discussions... so all i do is to sit in and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handling of live ammo was kind of scary esp after not being in touch for so long.... we can only pray nobody has shaky hand and point a loaded weapon in our direction... but all went well... other than not getting the cash incentive (i swear the i hit at least 15 shots.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in love means following ur heart...&lt;br /&gt;if its not, then there must be a formula or mathematics equation to it that dictates when and how a relationship is formed...&lt;br /&gt;and if there really is one, then i really need it coz i follow my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i followed it when i wanted to call u on the fone...&lt;br /&gt;i followed it when i wanted to see u after (or during) work...&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;i followed it when i said the three words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1822501251157872932?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1822501251157872932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1822501251157872932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-means-danger.html' title='red means danger....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-703145905643280803</id><published>2009-06-22T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:21:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t-loaned.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;from the 22nd to 26th june, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the nation needs to borrow me from family and frens to throw me into the jungle to feed the starving mosquitoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish things will turn out better than wat its like now...&lt;br /&gt;ur photos will be my motivation to come back in 1 piece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-703145905643280803?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/703145905643280803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/703145905643280803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/t-loaned.html' title='t-loaned.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-830858231642884149</id><published>2009-06-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:56:20.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no country for old person...</title><content type='html'>when the weather is hot, even the words or act of concern will make u the worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got burned by the old person when i all i wanted was to get her to sleep more comfortably... simple words with no intent of anger or anything near it, gets twisted to become barbs aimed at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it becomes worse when i am now in the midst of another low point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i buckled under the pressure and breakdown without getting spotted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-830858231642884149?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/830858231642884149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/830858231642884149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-country-for-old-person.html' title='no country for old person...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6330813208990915717</id><published>2009-06-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:05:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he, who shall not be seen, heard or spoken about....</title><content type='html'>the invisible friend i have become....&lt;br /&gt;what kind of friend is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kind that have to be as silent as the night whenever a call comes in.&lt;br /&gt;the kind that will invite gossips if seen together..&lt;br /&gt;the kind that will always be there for u but can never be spoken about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really tired of the feeling. i feel like a bloody thief whenever i go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are twitching like crazy and it doesn't bode good times ahead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6330813208990915717?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6330813208990915717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6330813208990915717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-who-shall-not-be-seen-heard-or.html' title='he, who shall not be seen, heard or spoken about....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6310999953148605104</id><published>2009-06-17T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:00:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop/ slow/ go.....</title><content type='html'>i am really tired of these... i really think my heart can't take another blow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will really stop beating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i do, nothing will change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really enjoy the feeling of just sitting somewhere and keep yakking away with u...&lt;br /&gt;sure.... there were time of awkward silence...&lt;br /&gt;but its still all enjoyable....&lt;br /&gt;not only will these be kept in my hd, but they will be password protected too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am missing u now...&lt;br /&gt;really....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6310999953148605104?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6310999953148605104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6310999953148605104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-slow-go.html' title='stop/ slow/ go.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4378284410184468299</id><published>2009-06-15T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:25:28.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grey skies....</title><content type='html'>my mood took a nose dive as soon as the line was cut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i suppose to be feeling that way?&lt;br /&gt;its like lifting me up quickly and release me just as rapidly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a plunge and got hanged upside down.... all i see, is a wonderful inverted world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4378284410184468299?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4378284410184468299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4378284410184468299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/grey-skies.html' title='grey skies....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7823111354352650584</id><published>2009-06-15T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:58:13.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the edge....</title><content type='html'>on the brink of failure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not optimistic about the situations facing me now. the odds are stacked against me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high possibility i will lose everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;deceive myself.... i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recent post have been written mostly with some form of coded msg. it will remain the same until all matters are done &amp;amp; dusted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u r watching...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7823111354352650584?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7823111354352650584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7823111354352650584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-edge.html' title='at the edge....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7992811477610852402</id><published>2009-06-12T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:16:41.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the leaves fall....</title><content type='html'>my negligence of this blog is condemnable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall try to write more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7992811477610852402?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7992811477610852402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7992811477610852402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/let-leaves-fall.html' title='let the leaves fall....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5090192955965230322</id><published>2009-06-03T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:09:37.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heard nothing....</title><content type='html'>heard nothing from after some rants on sat so i suppose everything is fine?&lt;br /&gt;call me if its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing accomplished today as the work load piles up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buried by work, i will....&lt;br /&gt;sort out the work, i shall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stared at the screen which said "one percent gain". mean wat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5090192955965230322?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5090192955965230322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5090192955965230322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/heard-nothing.html' title='heard nothing....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5454217513662970504</id><published>2009-06-01T03:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:08:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in seconds....</title><content type='html'>28 million seconds or four hundred and eighty-two thousand, four hundred minutes ago, i made a decision......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it stuck to me until now. another 2.5 million seconds more, it will reach a milestone. we all have our own believes and this is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it not up to you to decide wat i should be doing, it my life and i decide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5454217513662970504?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5454217513662970504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5454217513662970504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-seconds.html' title='in seconds....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4148666893633920726</id><published>2009-05-28T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:07:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottle up...</title><content type='html'>nothing to shout abt for this year's grad show. dun feel any excitement for the things they are showing. kind of disappointed by it. my sis got a good location on the exhibit floor. right smack in the face of the visitors when they walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roamed ard the streets yesterday and my mind wanders again....&lt;br /&gt;have i gotten used to being alone?&lt;br /&gt;shopping alone at the mall and playing games at the arcade by myself... all these seems so familiar to me. i thought things did change but its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year passed, walking past the spot where she was waiting(near my home) for me recently. i could almost feel the same feeling i had that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the times we had together. i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4148666893633920726?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4148666893633920726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4148666893633920726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/bottle-up.html' title='bottle up...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8989960690611774586</id><published>2009-05-26T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:37:10.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blankets of rain....</title><content type='html'>fly me to the moon.... or somewhere.... anywhere in fact will do fine.&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel well now.&lt;br /&gt;entertain me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently going back to the "night oil burner" mode. i just cant seem to fall asleep. its really very bad for health.... i guess it must be the stress that i am feeling these day. i used to have someone to talk to... but i just have to burn this last bridge... or maybe its the other way round. the bridge was cut by that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone deserves a second chance, where's mine?&lt;br /&gt;thursday's westwards train ride was enjoyable. suddenly realised more about you. and its also the 1st time u did not fall asleep on the ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doze off on the chair with drool at the corner of my mouth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8989960690611774586?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8989960690611774586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8989960690611774586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/blankets-of-rain.html' title='blankets of rain....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6232938853326870834</id><published>2009-05-19T08:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:50:30.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flip coin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- harvey dent (the dark knight,2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this line from the movie "the dark knight". i ain't a hero but i certainly is turning into wat i would consider as a villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;sky is hazy today. i cant even see amk from my seat. the air smells of ashes. i dun think i want to go venture out at all but i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chose the orange button over the blue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6232938853326870834?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6232938853326870834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6232938853326870834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/flip-coin.html' title='flip coin....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4132649545517568155</id><published>2009-05-18T12:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:46:43.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo....</title><content type='html'>i feel so taken for granted....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4132649545517568155?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4132649545517568155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4132649545517568155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/boo.html' title='boo....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-9064851201143383506</id><published>2009-05-17T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:57:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful life....</title><content type='html'>will be uncontactable for the till monday as i did something stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left my charger in school on friday....&lt;br /&gt;so now here i am, fone-less for the next 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its ok since nobody will want to look for me during the weekends other than for work(which i dun want to answer anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do a last check and lock the door... silly mistake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-9064851201143383506?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/9064851201143383506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/9064851201143383506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonderful-life.html' title='wonderful life....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-3216663037908399392</id><published>2009-05-15T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:34:31.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after the lunch....</title><content type='html'>lunch was great... had a nice chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking back from the lab after my lesson, saw this couple in one of the classrooms posing for their wedding photos. looks quite interesting. would like to do a shoot for my wedding pics(if i ever got the chance...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of pix would u like to have for ur wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike-ed the return key with my pinkie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-3216663037908399392?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3216663037908399392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3216663037908399392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-lunch.html' title='after the lunch....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4364709584622622256</id><published>2009-05-15T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:33:18.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunching with....</title><content type='html'>i am such a bad boy....&lt;br /&gt;skipping work to meet her for lunch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomness now...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am trying to recomfirm what is it that i want?&lt;br /&gt;maybe maybe maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit the orange button and here we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4364709584622622256?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4364709584622622256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4364709584622622256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/lunching-with.html' title='lunching with....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5784137873823136403</id><published>2009-05-15T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:17:36.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puked in words....</title><content type='html'>had a case of "verbal vomit" last night with someone(shall name this person as pouty lips )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wondering what made me say so much... is it because of the parting of ways? or just a case of brain not functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "pink powder" reaction was something i would see as a positive sign... but its not wat i think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this situation is supposed to be a "either-u-win-or-u-lose-all" kind of thing and i am starting to regret the spillage, coz i felt that i had lost it all. but then again..... no guts no glory. i use my guts and lost all the glory! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OnMouseUp geturl="dunbestupid.com/wakeurbleeedyidea.html"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5784137873823136403?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5784137873823136403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5784137873823136403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-case-of-verbal-vomit-last-night.html' title='puked in words....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1901315654951730372</id><published>2009-05-14T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:36:52.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a never ending end....</title><content type='html'>"pls let it end as fast as possible"&lt;br /&gt;how many times have we heard this? and does it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;its hard to let go...&lt;br /&gt;ya?&lt;br /&gt;i can understand that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no further comments coz we all know everything is going to be fine the following day... so chill and go to bed.... long day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;nothing is related to what happened today, u can think/imagine/hallucinate or whatever.... but its not what u think it is.&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;june will be the time to clear my debts so i can have some to spare in the months ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1901315654951730372?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1901315654951730372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1901315654951730372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-ending-end.html' title='a never ending end....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2288196365331868436</id><published>2009-04-30T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:09:19.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream again and again....</title><content type='html'>the past 2 days have been a dream to me.&lt;br /&gt;movie no. 7 and watched something "again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new cinema is great. no smell of popcorn she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go out to run or just stay home and grow fat? question to distract my mind from the more pressing things i have inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess nobody will understand wat i have written here coz i dun think i can really understand where this random post is heading.... but wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just click "publish"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2288196365331868436?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2288196365331868436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2288196365331868436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-again-and-again.html' title='dream again and again....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-932676533344321401</id><published>2009-04-20T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:19:32.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with clenched fist, i 忍...</title><content type='html'>for the 1st time in 3 months on the job, some kid finally pissed me off so much, i almost want to strangle him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose to ignore him in the end...&lt;br /&gt;no point getting all worked up and become news headlines...&lt;br /&gt;just imagine, the headline reads: student bashed for misbehaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he ain't worth the effort... its his future he is destroying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in recent years, i feel that teachers are having a hard time disciplining the student. eg. if a student starts a fist fight with his teacher, the teacher cannot retaliate coz a simple slap can land u on the newpapers, what more a punch? so does that mean the teacher has to be a punching bag for the student? let's say that u use a bit of force on the student... its also something the student can complain about. all he need to do is to go crying to his/her mum and she goes complaining to her MP.... and bye bye.... there goes ur job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tied up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-932676533344321401?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/932676533344321401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/932676533344321401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-clenched-fist-i.html' title='with clenched fist, i 忍...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5289925733089424578</id><published>2009-04-14T02:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:26:17.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spaghetti carbonara...</title><content type='html'>dinner today was very much up to me and my sis to decide since we only the 2 of us were at home. initially she wanted spaghetti from 7-11(microwave kind). i suggested getting some stuffs from supermarket to cook our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i had home cooked spag, although it wasn't really cooked, but  it still tasted sweet coz it was made by her(not my sis) specially for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cook for cy if i have the chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5289925733089424578?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5289925733089424578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5289925733089424578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/spaghetti-carbonara.html' title='spaghetti carbonara...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8250970209251527554</id><published>2009-04-13T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:47:25.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky... i didn't do it?</title><content type='html'>section closed - in light of the damages it may cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found another song which i have been looking for by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm yours"  by jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8250970209251527554?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8250970209251527554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8250970209251527554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-i-didnt-do-it_13.html' title='lucky... i didn&apos;t do it?'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6876408517154448107</id><published>2009-04-05T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:28:25.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 less glass...</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a hell of a ride at work....&lt;br /&gt;missed out orders, milk in the azuki tub, void bill....&lt;br /&gt;regrettable mistakes which should not be repeated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lunch date with her seem to have lost some of the magic i use to feel. its the 1st time in weeks she actually asked me out instead of me doing so. went shopping after lunch for a tie for her bro. it would have been good if we went bowling coz that seem to be 1 of the things we haven't done together b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much of caffeine is bad for me. got hyperactive and spouting nonsense throughout the ride home after work.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: never drink coffee after 9 unless under pressure to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout the past week, i think my heart had skipped a few beats on several occasions. some of the things i heard. maybe i interpreted it wrongly but i can say i was moved and could have said something stupid and crash and burned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6876408517154448107?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6876408517154448107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6876408517154448107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-less-glass.html' title='1 less glass...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-3860238390612436557</id><published>2009-04-01T03:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T03:29:09.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>irritating "fan"....</title><content type='html'>i got something in mind that i want to write down but somehow, something just gives me a mental block on how to write. i want to keep the persons involved names under wraps to protect them. but at the same time, i want to be able to write freely. maybe i should try to name them as some of their favorite dishes or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay is in and i want to go shopping.... but it seems this month, i got so many debts to clear that i am only left with like 1/8 of my salary... really sad... how to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fan in my room is driving me crazy with a constant clicking sound and i really need a new 1....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-3860238390612436557?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3860238390612436557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3860238390612436557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/irritating-fan.html' title='irritating &quot;fan&quot;....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7757027930330285458</id><published>2009-03-24T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:09:49.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break me into halves....</title><content type='html'>not too sure wat's happening to my body but i have this very bad aching feel at my lower back area... its getting worse by the hour. so bad that i almost can't walk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially wanted to take leave for today but didn't in the end.... no pay no claim...no worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7757027930330285458?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7757027930330285458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7757027930330285458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-me-into-halves.html' title='break me into halves....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5732676317232433725</id><published>2009-03-24T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:46:09.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 words....</title><content type='html'>word(s) to use when something random appears out of nowhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up!&lt;br /&gt;buzz off....&lt;br /&gt;stupid "thing"&lt;br /&gt;blardy hell&lt;br /&gt;F*** OFF&lt;br /&gt;**ee *ye (rhymes with chicken pie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people need to be taught how to MYOB!!!&lt;br /&gt;(if u know me well enough, u should know what this post is about)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5732676317232433725?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5732676317232433725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5732676317232433725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-words.html' title='2 words....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4006763647480844847</id><published>2009-03-23T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:49:26.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a $200 ball....</title><content type='html'>u know its not ur team's day when u hit the crossbar 4 time in a match....&lt;br /&gt;we lost the match 3-0 today.... disappointing for i felt the team performed well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we played with a $200 ball...&lt;br /&gt;the finale...&lt;br /&gt;but it was bought at a only $35.... if only i knew it was this cheap, i would grab a couple of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel of the ball is good. very accurate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this marks the 200th post of my blog..... although its not the 200th article i wrote, i have many post which never saw the light of the day.... i deem them too personal to be published.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4006763647480844847?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4006763647480844847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4006763647480844847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/200-ball.html' title='a $200 ball....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5125870993950318554</id><published>2009-03-21T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:20:42.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>3 words...</title><content type='html'>3 simple words.... for u&lt;br /&gt;can it continue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5125870993950318554?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5125870993950318554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5125870993950318554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-words.html' title='3 words...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1367212928769849272</id><published>2009-03-12T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:56:03.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>applications....</title><content type='html'>if the human brain works like how a computer work, wouldn't it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things can be installed and uninstalled whenever u want.... just like apps on facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1367212928769849272?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1367212928769849272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1367212928769849272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/applications.html' title='applications....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4985152114862461343</id><published>2009-03-11T09:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:45:52.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>echoes all round..</title><content type='html'>the 4 walls is driving me crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my smiles is becoming more fake by the day.... i dunno how long i can still hold it. what happens after all the laughter of the children fades out? will i still be smiling or laughing like i used to? more appropriate would be.... can i still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to talk to someone.... but i guess i will not say everything when i eventually see someone.... my thoughts paces faster that i can finish my sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make an appointment with me... just in case i can't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4985152114862461343?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4985152114862461343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4985152114862461343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/echoes-all-round.html' title='echoes all round..'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7271505336447048319</id><published>2009-03-10T04:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:41:25.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>spring time....</title><content type='html'>i dunno y but i had been shivering for the whole evening...&lt;br /&gt;not bcoz fear but more of cold...&lt;br /&gt;or is it the other way rd... or both maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat i am doing now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7271505336447048319?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7271505336447048319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7271505336447048319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-time.html' title='spring time....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-3544341880832626976</id><published>2009-03-09T12:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:38:39.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>slience, gold?</title><content type='html'>i regret being so quiet....&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had realise it earlier.... maybe i would be in a better off world now.&lt;br /&gt;the weather these days best reflects my feelings, sunny and scorching at times, dark gloomy, rainy on others.&lt;br /&gt;wait....&lt;br /&gt;actually i haven't been exactly sunny at all... it all a hoax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish time could be turned back...&lt;br /&gt;dun need it to go back all the way to secondary school times...&lt;br /&gt;just 9 months ago would be great....&lt;br /&gt;where i was faced with a choice that changed me...&lt;br /&gt;a complete shut out or to go along again....&lt;br /&gt;if i had to choose, i would take the 2nd option(again)..... but this time, go with more passion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit when it all started out, i do have my doubts abt where it will all end up. but as time went on, i feel more and more positive abt things.... but the more positive i feel, the more it slipped out of my hand....&lt;br /&gt;could be just my life.....&lt;br /&gt;i could never have things going my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the blistering heat of the afternoon, blue steels took on a team of trash talkers(1 guy in the team to be exact). i scored a with my 1st touch of the 2nd half....&lt;br /&gt;a brillant freekick.... right under the cross bar.....&lt;br /&gt;though u dun watch soccer, i wish u could see it.....&lt;br /&gt;coz its for U....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-3544341880832626976?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3544341880832626976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3544341880832626976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-ur-trap-or-keep-yakking-away.html' title='slience, gold?'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8595786013186364026</id><published>2009-03-07T17:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:25:19.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im donuts and that is w....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLY1jz4vrc/SbI-B973jwI/AAAAAAAAACc/gS_bfgTLmDQ/s1600-h/Photo0046_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLY1jz4vrc/SbI-B973jwI/AAAAAAAAACc/gS_bfgTLmDQ/s320/Photo0046_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310375114149695234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hi, i am donuts, and this is w....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.... u heard it right.... thats w on the left. and i am donuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids name the kitten they found as w. and so i changed my name to donuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w likes to sleep... while donuts likes to take pictures of ppl(or animals) sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go to work already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on w if there are more pictures of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8595786013186364026?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8595786013186364026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8595786013186364026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-donuts-and-that-is-wilfred.html' title='im donuts and that is w....'/><author><name>wil</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtLY1jz4vrc/SbI-B973jwI/AAAAAAAAACc/gS_bfgTLmDQ/s72-c/Photo0046_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2599889996153526581</id><published>2009-03-07T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:05:06.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cold talk...</title><content type='html'>someone(not just 1 only) recently told me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not really being mean... i dunno how to explain this... i mean i do realise that the way i reply to people is getting quite mean... i dun want to tell u all in person but its becoz u are important to me. and that's y i dun wish to become so attached to u, and so when we have to part(for whatever reasons unknown), u and i  wouldn't feel sad coz after all, i am a mean person and i knew u dun have anything good to say about me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2599889996153526581?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2599889996153526581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2599889996153526581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-cold-talk.html' title='ice cold talk...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5129183906747824956</id><published>2009-03-06T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:30:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the numbers issue....</title><content type='html'>suddenly i have a lot of numbers floating in my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some dates, some time spent, happy hours, all the numbers i want to remember... not to buy 4d(still dun understand how to go abt that) but just to let me reminisce the past happy memories... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun know if i still have any more left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: 你不是真正的快乐 ::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5129183906747824956?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5129183906747824956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5129183906747824956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/numbers-issue.html' title='the numbers issue....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-366298669983221057</id><published>2009-03-06T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:22:33.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its only for friends, not u....</title><content type='html'>not long ago, someone actually knew about this blog after "accidentally"(true or not?) looking at another person's fone. whether or not u are reading this, i just hope that u dun come back anymore(if u did )... coz watever is here is not for u. and bcoz of stupid things like this, i feel that i have lost another friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-366298669983221057?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/366298669983221057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/366298669983221057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-only-for-friends-not-u.html' title='its only for friends, not u....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-688089494441029656</id><published>2009-02-19T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:10:33.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away...</title><content type='html'>used to think its easy to plan for trips overseas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just pop into any travel agency and talk and voila.... ur travel arrangements, ready for u to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently trying to plan a short trip by myself but i keep getting into problems.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest obstacle is the $ factor. wat to do when u are over there is another thing to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the troubles..... f**k it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-688089494441029656?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/688089494441029656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/688089494441029656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-me-away.html' title='take me away...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4916468961159804453</id><published>2009-02-17T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:39:31.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>enjoyment....</title><content type='html'>sunday could have been a turning point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could have turned out well... &lt;br /&gt;if i haven't agreed....&lt;br /&gt;but then again.... &lt;br /&gt;it could have been worse...&lt;br /&gt;i can't really tell... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.... it may just be the 2nd day of the week but it feels like a whole week already... couldn't concentrate on what i was doing... even forgot to send in my job log... got a lot of things weighing down my mind and there's still meeting to attend tomorrow. i guess the only time i can put aside my problems is when the students start coming in for the club activities.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the noise level, though unbearable, but did manage to drown out the problems in me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can hope now is that thursday, when the other batch of kids come in, can let me put aside everything that's bugging me. let me enjoy making noise with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my temporary disconnection to my sorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4916468961159804453?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4916468961159804453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4916468961159804453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/enjoyment.html' title='enjoyment....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2236492250502319595</id><published>2009-02-15T02:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:01:48.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>its a fine line.....</title><content type='html'>a tight rein over things could be good in some situations...&lt;br /&gt;but letting things slide easily has its advantages....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always think keeping a tight rein over things could have a -ve effect... &lt;br /&gt;i mean it works for me... &lt;br /&gt;my parents are strict to me when i was young.... no late nights(but i would lie to them occasionally), a strict dinner time for everyone in the family(although that doesn't happen now. its otot presently), no going downstairs to play with kids living in the same block(although i still sneak out with my bro sometimes), etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u get the picture. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, if they did not have all these rules for me in my younger years, how would i turn out? where will i be now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to strike a balance between the 2 is really hard......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to be seen as possessive but at the same time, i am afraid to lose her....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2236492250502319595?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2236492250502319595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2236492250502319595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-fine-line.html' title='its a fine line.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6892474230798172337</id><published>2009-02-10T01:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:03:58.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish to have all the time in the world......</title><content type='html'>time is running out for me... &lt;br /&gt;i really wish to know how to care for someone else other than splashing out cash...&lt;br /&gt;i really wish to know how to be there for someone whenever they need me...&lt;br /&gt;i really wish to know how to be a better person....&lt;br /&gt;i really wish....&lt;br /&gt;i really wish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i still have to time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6892474230798172337?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6892474230798172337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6892474230798172337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-to-have-all-time-in-world.html' title='i wish to have all the time in the world......'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6522172886854274082</id><published>2009-02-01T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:57:35.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fortune cookie....</title><content type='html'>as he peels open the fortune cookie, prediction of his fortune lies on the slip of paper within the cookie. the slip of paper reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your dearest wish will come true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how he wish the prediction could be true... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is in 2 minds now... should he take the initiative again? or should he carry on waiting for things to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still deciding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6522172886854274082?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6522172886854274082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6522172886854274082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/fortune-cookie.html' title='fortune cookie....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7378238522123769656</id><published>2009-02-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:57:10.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>238 damaged....</title><content type='html'>good news: got my new fone~&lt;br /&gt;bad news: got my bank acc wiped out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a touchscreen fone(not a product from apple) and i feel so nice...&lt;br /&gt;at least its the only happy thing for me this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7378238522123769656?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7378238522123769656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7378238522123769656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/238-damaged.html' title='238 damaged....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-1370879837087269637</id><published>2009-01-30T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T03:22:17.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>process and end results....</title><content type='html'>the correct input will give u the desired results..... am i not wrong to say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but correct input doesn't ensure the desired results in some cases... so wat went wrong in the process? are we too focus on the end results that we neglect the process? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but isn't it true that in school, people are more concern abt the process rather that the result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the working world, all we want is the end product.... we dun care how the f*ck we get there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so should we be handling things(and i mean everything) like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am someone who is more concern abt the end product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i really dunno wat i am writing abt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1370879837087269637?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1370879837087269637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1370879837087269637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/process-and-end-results.html' title='process and end results....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-3950675188091040975</id><published>2009-01-30T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:30:27.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>full of shit....</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel so full of things to write.... but when i log on to blogger, everything just evaporates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i still have the fear of letting people know my thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again another random writing.... but i really had a lot to write about until i logged on.... wth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;i am due to receive a piece of bad news... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to react to it&lt;br /&gt;confused abt it... fuck myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wun talk abt it to anyone... so dun ask me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-3950675188091040975?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3950675188091040975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3950675188091040975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/full-of-shit.html' title='full of shit....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6032720814379259983</id><published>2009-01-27T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:18:56.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting....</title><content type='html'>instead of waiting, i decided to take initiative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best to all in the "niu" year~!~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6032720814379259983?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6032720814379259983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6032720814379259983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting.html' title='waiting....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5221060882442411954</id><published>2009-01-20T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:49:09.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>mouthful....</title><content type='html'>i always think i can say whatever i want in this blog, but as time goes on(and more and more people knowing abt the existence of this blog), it becomes harder and harder to say wat i want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i got quite a bit of things somehow getting stuck in my chest and with no outlet to let it out... its feeling more and more like constipation(y am i using this as a metaphor?). u know u have loads of crap to let out, but somehow u cant do ur business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a better way to describe it is u want to scream.... but u are afraid it will scare the ppl ard u... and now all u want to do is to find a place with no end in sight, and just scream(cry or watever f**k shit that u want to do...), but this place seems elusive(a better way to put it: u can never find such a place)... i think this really sums up my feeling for these few days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5221060882442411954?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5221060882442411954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5221060882442411954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/mouthful.html' title='mouthful....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7412961060213053208</id><published>2009-01-19T05:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:32:38.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch this space....</title><content type='html'>haven't blog for quite a while....&lt;br /&gt;not bcoz i am bz(btw, i got a job already... as in a fulltime job)... but more of being confused by a lot of things.... i really dunno where to start(will have some back date post soon)... so many things happen to me since the start of 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maybe just some quick minor updates for now...&lt;br /&gt;~i got a new hairstyle which everyone hates but i love.... &lt;br /&gt;~a new job which is kind of like teaching but more sai kang than teaching...&lt;br /&gt;~still trying to cut down the vulgarities spewing out of my mouth(cut down by 40%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this space....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7412961060213053208?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7412961060213053208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7412961060213053208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2009/01/watch-this-space.html' title='watch this space....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5969108056008327206</id><published>2008-12-25T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:53:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible...</title><content type='html'>i am sick again.... and the worse thing is i am still sick.... i thought i would be ok but i am not... its a terrible feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to miss work today... and it really sucks not just because its christmas but because i am being paid 1.5 for working on a holiday.... really wasted... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to be well tomorrow so i can go work and earn more $&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5969108056008327206?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5969108056008327206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5969108056008327206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/terrible.html' title='terrible...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8623919968153226051</id><published>2008-12-22T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:16:07.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done n dusted online.....</title><content type='html'>after so long, finally its on youtube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sypnosis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a deserted island in the tropics, Harnold, Denise and Sleepert dreams of leaving the island. When the chance to leave arrives in the form of a pirate, named Long John Goldie, the birds try their best to impress him, thinking he could be the ticket to leave the island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P74ChAAzK6E"&gt;"click here to watch"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls do leave ur comments after watching...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8623919968153226051?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8623919968153226051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8623919968153226051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/done-n-dusted-online.html' title='done n dusted online.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8799697518825610878</id><published>2008-12-21T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:54:59.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the simple life....</title><content type='html'>was watching a show last week and it got me thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember a time when swings were made of old tires, and see-saw was made of wood. and playgrounds had sand pits. kind of missing the old kind of playground. or rather, i miss the swings in playgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try recalling, when was the last time u got on a swing and started swinging up and down, and so high w/o fear of falling off from the swing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8799697518825610878?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8799697518825610878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8799697518825610878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/simple-life.html' title='the simple life....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2384682334014238431</id><published>2008-12-15T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:41:40.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>a small pack of rice.....</title><content type='html'>i am so freaking skinny now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone i met has commented that i slim down. a lot. i still eat my regular meals, and didn't skip any. i still enjoy junk food. but still lost a bit of weight. some people think its good but i really dun think it is.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get back to the weight i b4... i need the weight of a small packet of rice. 5kg to be exact....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2384682334014238431?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2384682334014238431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2384682334014238431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/small-pack-of-rice.html' title='a small pack of rice.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7736893266940208721</id><published>2008-12-13T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:19:50.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>lines on arms.....</title><content type='html'>4 more days and my sis will go on holiday with her bf... and i will be left alone...&lt;br /&gt;what should i do? maybe this is the time i can learn how to live alone after she get married? i thought i would have someone to talk to but after wat i did, all hopes just disappears. &lt;br /&gt;y did i want to do it? &lt;br /&gt;could have been better for me if i didn't....&lt;br /&gt;but where will it lead to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i dun have stupid thoughts again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting kind of emo here and i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;starting to understand y syl have "barcode" on her arms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7736893266940208721?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7736893266940208721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7736893266940208721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/lines-on-arms.html' title='lines on arms.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5919782602441498102</id><published>2008-12-12T05:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:49:57.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>breathing....</title><content type='html'>feeble limbs...&lt;br /&gt;falling leaves, falling branches...&lt;br /&gt;somethings blocked...&lt;br /&gt;shivering....&lt;br /&gt;the weather is changing...its starting to get cold... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these doesn't make sense doesn't it... it dun have to be... nothing is supposed to make sense... or does it matter if there is some sense in it? some things just happen and there is no reasons to support it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like y this post has a title which has no link pr whatsoever to that written here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5919782602441498102?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5919782602441498102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5919782602441498102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/breathing.html' title='breathing....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5040340812101564385</id><published>2008-12-11T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:13:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a red bull....</title><content type='html'>i feel so lost again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of things that suppose to be done but no motivation to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only cheer for today is that my dell is back, but even that is not a complete cheer... there are still some probs with the startup and also my network connections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am still back to blogging on the mac...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5040340812101564385?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5040340812101564385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5040340812101564385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-red-bull.html' title='give me a red bull....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-5046782645792068970</id><published>2008-12-10T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:10:40.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>sunny windy day....</title><content type='html'>is it just me or is everyone ard me having the shit loads of problems recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went rd reading blogs of friends and all i see are shitty things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-5046782645792068970?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5046782645792068970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/5046782645792068970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunny-windy-day.html' title='sunny windy day....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2759388725335099914</id><published>2008-12-09T03:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:09:34.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wats the pt...</title><content type='html'>y do we strive to do our best at work?&lt;br /&gt;is it because there is a reward at the end of it all?&lt;br /&gt;or simply personal gratification?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder.... am i doing too much? i always give my all when i am working... &lt;br /&gt;when others are chit chatting at the bar, i carry on working...&lt;br /&gt;when others are slowing down their pace, i carry on at the same work rate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think i dun need the recognition for all the hard work i put in... &lt;br /&gt;i dun need the approval of my colleagues or my friends....&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get things done so everyone can go off early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat do i get? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i see today really made me think hard about the way i work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table x waited for more than 10 minutes to get their drinks. in the bar were 2 barrista. 1 "old bird", 1 "newbie". the drink orders from different tables keep coming in.... i highlighted the problem to the mt(manager trainee), thinking maybe she will do something about it(help out in the bar).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun blame barristas for being slow, since the "newbie" can only make 1 drink at a time and the "old bird" has to look out for the "newbie" and at the same time prep as many drinks as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat pissed me off was when faced with this situation, all the mt did was to stand ard and do nothing(or basically just stand and look around.... and not even helping to send out food orders or drink orders)... and to think she has been with us for close to a year already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually in situations like these, the manager goes into the bar and help out with the prep of the drinks or send the "newbie" to do something else... but hell no... all she did was to look ard the store, waiting to give the next order for her service crew to do things which she obviously did not want to do, while she stands ard doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y am i working so hard? so ppl like her can just stand ard doing nothing and still get paid at the end of the month? i just feel so ripped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided.... i will take thing slooooooowwwwwwly from now on.... even the full-timers are not worried, so y should i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2759388725335099914?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2759388725335099914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2759388725335099914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/wats-pt.html' title='wats the pt...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2051536253126950305</id><published>2008-12-06T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:53:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commercial jobs.....</title><content type='html'>did i mention i have a couple of website that i did that went online already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't?&lt;br /&gt;oh well, so these are the links....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;this is the 1st&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akpackaging.com.sg/"&gt;a&amp;amp;k packaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nus.edu.sg/annualreport/2008/"&gt;nus ar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently working on the 3rd and 4th....&lt;br /&gt;ok... i lied coz my dell is not back on yet and the mac is a web surfing com until i get the softwares up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post it up if once they go up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2051536253126950305?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2051536253126950305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2051536253126950305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/commercial-jobs.html' title='commercial jobs.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7212592333303053023</id><published>2008-12-04T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:06:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white apple.....</title><content type='html'>my 13"macbook is here~!~!~&lt;br /&gt;and i am blogging on it now....&lt;br /&gt;ok..... its not exactly mine coz this will be a com anyone in the family can use whenever they want to...&lt;br /&gt;all i can say now is i need to slowly get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dell died on me yesterday while i was using it. the screen just went black and i panic... will be sending the dell back to dell if i can find out how to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as well.... i will have to use the mac for the next few days until the dell is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7212592333303053023?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7212592333303053023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7212592333303053023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-apple.html' title='white apple.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2708065835267258579</id><published>2008-12-03T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:41:11.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>just for fun 3.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Did you get pierced before you were 16?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;::if thinking of counts..... then..... none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;:: not that good i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;Do you wave when you see people you know?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;:: i think i dun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;Who did you last have a sleepover with?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;::my bloster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;:: i don't use to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = 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               curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;Do you drink Red Bull or any other energy drink on a regular basis?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;:: only when i need to work through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;Do you hate being alone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;:: yes i do.... i am terrified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;Have you ever been out past curfew?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;:: who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;Do you get along with girls?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;:: unknown&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;Have you ever been in trouble with the cops?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;:: how big kind of trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;Did you know that peeling a wrapper off of a bottle means your sexually frustrated?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;:: never heard of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var 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type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;What did you do today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;:: earn my own keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;:: thinking of wat to do on wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;Do you have a cell-phone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;:: it is an essential for everyone&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;Are you emotional?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;:: when it comes to things i care a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;Have you ever had the same dream more than once?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;:: not any i remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;Name a song that makes you happy?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;:: cannot think of any at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;Do you use chopstick?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;:: when i can't find fork or spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;Food choices?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;:: any western&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;:: tealights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;What is on your refrigerator door?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;:: nothing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2708065835267258579?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2708065835267258579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2708065835267258579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-for-fun-3.html' title='just for fun 3.....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4496651339867262739</id><published>2008-11-30T05:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:06:49.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for fun 2.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span weight="regular" font=""   style="font-family:verdana;color:black;"&gt;1. The rules of the game gets posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3.At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 7.41 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: only 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: only 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes Size: US 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height : the last i measured was 1.63m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you live in : Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Drinks: f&amp;amp;n grape for sugar rush, green tea for normal days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Breakfast : usually dun eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in an Ocean : never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school : yes and got caught by kek so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Someone's heart : dunno... should be dun have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for someone to call : yes... i am waiting for her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved Emails : i just leave them in the inbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : laundry room/storeroom/workstation/low-rised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last time you ate : supper with gab, kl and friend @ chomp chomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Pox : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat : who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiches : after sprints w/o warm-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Nose : never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight : use to believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Picnics : never really tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were the..Last person you danced with : dun really remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile : Samantha, she was trying to cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like : nope..... waiting for her call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed Anyone : i wished i could plant 1 on her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex : nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : yes... wish i could go see her now coz i am feeling so down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat : haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world : hugging her and not having to let go ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals : nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats under your bed : nothing coz i sleep on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate : no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time isit now : 7.48 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings : refer to questions 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children : if its possible, y not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often : yes, but its all fake as its a job reqiurement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing : normal writing i like; scribbles i dun like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : hers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour shirt are you wearing now : white singlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7.00pm : probably serving a customer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last cry : thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you friendly : depends on my mood; or if my job requires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have pets : want to keep a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hold hands with the person who mean anything to you now : i wish i could hold hers now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on : if i get too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now : typing replies on this blog post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window : yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father : n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person , you cried infront of : my colleague samantha but i held back my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved : 2, huiling is 1 and the other i still love is choon yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy : if time permits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you and ur ex : class photo considered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry because of something someone said to you : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to : i want to go to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago :&lt;br /&gt;-in sgs, schooling&lt;br /&gt;-drilling my juniors in ncc&lt;br /&gt;-play basketball on sat in school&lt;br /&gt;-play championship manager in com labs&lt;br /&gt;-getting caught sleeping in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;-finish jpg for 1 client&lt;br /&gt;-should i call her&lt;br /&gt;-work on my another client's job&lt;br /&gt;-plan for next week outing&lt;br /&gt;-do some housework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy :&lt;br /&gt;-hello panda&lt;br /&gt;-milk chocolate&lt;br /&gt;-frosted sugar nuts&lt;br /&gt;-potato chips&lt;br /&gt;-danish cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a billionaire : invest more and spend it on my loved 1s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad points :&lt;br /&gt;-emotional&lt;br /&gt;-act on impulse&lt;br /&gt;-indecisive&lt;br /&gt;-vulgar when stressed&lt;br /&gt;-easily distracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ppl i tagged :&lt;br /&gt;anyone who read this blog coz there aren't many in the 1st place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4496651339867262739?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4496651339867262739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4496651339867262739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-fun-2.html' title='just for fun 2.........'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-6546139207889781596</id><published>2008-11-29T15:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T05:11:18.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>just for fun........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span weight="regular" font="" style=";font-family:verdana;color:black;"  &gt;found this on fat's blog and so i write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 WEIRD THINGS/HABITS/LITTLE KNOWN FACTS ABOUT ME.&lt;br /&gt;Rules &amp;amp; Regulations&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game have to start off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who got tagged by this, needs to write the same too.&lt;br /&gt;3) At the end of it, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4) No tag back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin:&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't sleep when the sun is up unless i am really tired&lt;br /&gt;2) I love to stay up til sunrise&lt;br /&gt;3) I dun mind rushing to wait but can't stand waiting to rush&lt;br /&gt;4) I can't speak my mind coz i am afraid of the consequences if i do&lt;br /&gt;5) I love to buy things for people i like but can't bear to buy anything for myself&lt;br /&gt;6) I love hugs but only with her&lt;br /&gt;7) I do worry about my family just that i dun show it openly&lt;br /&gt;8) I have an inferiority complex&lt;br /&gt;9) I dun know how to care for others other than to spend money on them&lt;br /&gt;10) I yearn for love like those in dramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span weight="regular" font="" style=";font-family:verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-6546139207889781596?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6546139207889781596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/6546139207889781596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun........'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8058673193153452114</id><published>2008-11-28T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:37:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prediction of future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: 'Arial'; font-size: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;" width="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833" title="eSpin the Bottle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" alt="Behold... My Future" title="Behold... My Future" width="350" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;choon yan&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;jurong west&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;Apartment&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;8 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;black rx-8&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td style="padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 2px;" width="193"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;slacker&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833" title="whats your future"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" alt="whats your future" width="163" border="0" height="33" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; if only my future is like that.... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope it will be like that&lt;br /&gt;zooming ard in an rx-8 and live my life without having to work.....&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyNzg1Mzk4MTMyOCZwdD*xMjI3ODU*MDE5NjcxJnA9MTEwOTkxJmQ9TWFzaCtHYW1lJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*1M2JhOTllMDg2YjI*ZjM1YTRlOTY3MTNhOTMwNGRlMA==.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8058673193153452114?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8058673193153452114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8058673193153452114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/mash-game-predict-your-future-at-espin.html' title='a prediction of future...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-8806467103431459677</id><published>2008-11-28T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:20:39.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cube....</title><content type='html'>i solved the rubik's cube~!!~!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-8806467103431459677?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8806467103431459677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/8806467103431459677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/cube.html' title='cube....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-4495832100776724328</id><published>2008-11-27T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:29:37.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>mess i create......</title><content type='html'>wat have i done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a mess out of everything.... i know i shouldn't have said it but it just came to me and when i was forced by her, i just said thing which hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really think sam and i have a very reversed life. whenever i have problems, she would have a blissful life and vice versa. as a friend, i should be happy for her, but sometimes, i would wish she would quarrel with her "it"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel a sense of lost all over again... it really feels like august all over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i do something to repair the damage or should i just leave it as it is and try to get the over the grief of losing her again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see her again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-4495832100776724328?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4495832100776724328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/4495832100776724328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/mess-i-create.html' title='mess i create......'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-7543536659156839724</id><published>2008-11-26T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:58:37.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>chance....</title><content type='html'>the past 2 weeks feels like august all over again... been through happy moments and the very next day, everything goes bad again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like giving you a chance and in the next moment, taking everything away from u.... everything happens like in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my chance to make things good but den i made a mess of it... or maybe i wasn't even given the chance.... its all in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to say is... i always cannot say wat i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still believe you no matter wat is said about u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-7543536659156839724?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7543536659156839724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/7543536659156839724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/chance.html' title='chance....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2649867187318115203</id><published>2008-11-19T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:01:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office arithmetic....</title><content type='html'>simple equations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2649867187318115203?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tgl4m9J_5Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tgl4m9J_5Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.theembassyvfx.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1332291420475589235?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1332291420475589235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1332291420475589235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/skatepark.html' title='skatepark....'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-3437438091070849392</id><published>2008-11-07T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:57:00.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>bad luck...</title><content type='html'>i think all the bad luck is catching up on me. u know... the kind u get for not forwarding the a chain email from hundreds of years ago(i only know of mail that comes tied to a bird legs in those time)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit it.... i do forward some but thats a minority.... i usually just discard them.&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems like going right for me... from family to $ to relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth is wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-3437438091070849392?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3437438091070849392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/3437438091070849392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-luck.html' title='bad luck...'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-730970113055463979</id><published>2008-11-05T07:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:46:24.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Guys drinks to forget about the girl...&lt;br /&gt;Girls drinks to think back about that guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guys are in love, they become poorer&lt;br /&gt;But when girls are in love, they become prettier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can forget, but cannot forgive...&lt;br /&gt;Girls can forgive, but cannot forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys care most about the quantity of love...&lt;br /&gt;But girls care most about the quality of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys break-up when they feel love from another Girl...&lt;br /&gt;Girls break-up when they feel separation from her man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys feels curious towards all girls...&lt;br /&gt;Girls feel curious towards the guys who are Interested in her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guys are heartbroken, they try to forget the girl by going out with other girls...&lt;br /&gt;When girls are heartbroken, they try to find his Characteristics from other guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys wishes to be her first love....&lt;br /&gt;And girls wishes to be his last love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-730970113055463979?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/730970113055463979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/730970113055463979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>wil</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185297.post-2548175841861445222</id><published>2008-10-31T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:08:49.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consider a lot or not....</title><content type='html'>for the month of oct, i spent close to $250 on cab fare alone and still able to buy dvds and cds and stuffs like that, and still have enuff to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$250 on cab fare only..... a lot or little???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-2548175841861445222?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2548175841861445222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/2548175841861445222'/><link 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i can help but if all the small ones come together to form a big 1, i want to help but have no ability to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9185297-1829364410321847174?l=twistedtoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1829364410321847174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9185297/posts/default/1829364410321847174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedtoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-big-and-unthinkable.html' title='small, big and the unthinkable........'/><author><name>wil</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></entry></feed>
