<?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-8720907881951859002</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:12:24.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.E.C.R.E.T.S!?</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;
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I'm not up for labelling.
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Fuck Up World , living Fuck Up People with a Fuck Up Attitude . 
&lt;br&gt;All Rights Reserved&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-2662354244422529800</id><published>2009-12-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:57:13.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been freaking long since i blog but i'll be back soon : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-2662354244422529800?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2662354244422529800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2662354244422529800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-freaking-long-since-i-blog-but.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-7716942421956035480</id><published>2009-04-05T02:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:43:25.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la la la seems like im busy to even blog.. only have fri night to sun evening.. army boys.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway Le - oN  has became a smoker? YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional? maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spendthrift ? definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!~ life is okay, never been able to save money and getting PMS at times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im into my ipod classic, just got over from a friend.. 220. ouch! 10 april pay day is gone.. afterless shd be 300 plus only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music rocks my life.. after self - fashion, i dont give a shit abt copying or whatever that is popular in the street now.. but i got the genes.. heh heh . im confident abt that. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be loved , a girlfriend in precise..  feeling so useless . . . single all the life i missed the fun of what little boys shd experience in the teens..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-7716942421956035480?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7716942421956035480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7716942421956035480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-la-la-seems-like-im-busy-to-even.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-1413468185129094628</id><published>2009-01-28T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:18:01.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blue eyes dream has come true. contact lense is so easy to use la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am very pissed with my work. my contract have like 1 year 3 months fortunately!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with having something so called 'flashy' as quoted by U  in my outfit.  a simple plain baby pink shoe. im like. U OLD SHITZ!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live with style . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant conform to rules and regulation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need some sense in my brain . . . to calm down and do sth abt it.. i gonna try my luck this week .. bless me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if u charged me for defiance. ~ world peace  * _ * eyes rolling . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-1413468185129094628?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1413468185129094628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1413468185129094628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-blue-eyes-dream-has-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-180324207032906580</id><published>2009-01-03T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:24:47.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im getting older. Shitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love life has to improve. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE Financially secured . independant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay healthy. . ?? Le- oN has became a smoker.. omg . . super social la.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's more . . .. hmmm. . . ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr have to book in at 2130. kind of happy though my leave has ended cos i can see my friends lol . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but it's going to be tougher.. so excited and scared at the same time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-180324207032906580?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/180324207032906580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/180324207032906580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-7417727862343578782</id><published>2008-12-19T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:17:57.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. turning 21.. very soon. . . .am so very fucking broke whenever pay arrive.. shopperholic . . .what to do.. ??? damn.! i just cant save ever since last time.. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metro-boy : my nick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ns has come to a point of 5 month anniversary.. 1 yr  5 months more.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE HAVE MY DEAREST FRIENDS GONE TO . . .  . forever facing my bunk friends . . . .  everyone's so busy ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-7417727862343578782?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7417727862343578782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7417727862343578782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-3342887176801142353</id><published>2008-09-11T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:54:32.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im 20 and im single throughout. no one believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world's changing. everyone is zao shou. meaning early "mature", it's so common to date at early ages. . . HA! random tages by me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish to be loved and hugged. someone by my side.. lol seems like im going crazy to be loved.. no chance no hope.. we'll see.. this one day might come.. who knows.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this  one i always love in my heart.. haha but we'll never be together i know..  .. one side love and not contacting this person much is like.. hmmm.. i happy seeing u doing good.. =) * she doesn't know at all*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to describe. . . . i  just want to protect her, it's an emotion that i feel for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dont like someone. i wouldnt be bother with that person. there wont be feelings.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling is amazing . . towards everyone i know.. and songs reminds me of different ppl at situation. .. like im with this person when this song is played etc. or that person sang that song before me.. etc. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-3342887176801142353?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3342887176801142353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3342887176801142353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-20-and-im-single-throughout.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-6621597752902561178</id><published>2008-09-11T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:37:28.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>September 10. ytd . Ha! my POP - passing out parade, memorable as my momma put on the jockey cap for me.. before i flung it to the sky and shout pop.  daddy, sister, brother was also present. we took photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate daddy eh? but things just fall to places by itself. i dont take him as a stranger after i got to army. . . . . . amazing eh? ha!  we talked.. im happy but it's all too late. time heals everything . but my parents are old now..  i dont know how to put in words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 20 ppl in my platoon. but around 7 got post out.. argh, i'll miss everyone. . . . getting emotional again . . .feelings that i always have. . .lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im on holis. till 18th sept 2100 to book in.. but schedule fulled.  anyway NS life is like every friday night book out, sunday night 2030 book in. 2 months pass just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry i seldom blog now. ha! so tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE my friends/// so long never contact you guys!!!! i'm doing good. so you had better be too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6621597752902561178?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6621597752902561178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6621597752902561178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-10.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-8500807801396293341</id><published>2008-07-02T12:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:50.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsFbzMxUiI/AAAAAAAAAks/fNH_qZPJpNQ/s1600-h/DSC03893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218270568397230626" style="CURSOR: hand" height="220" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsFbzMxUiI/AAAAAAAAAks/fNH_qZPJpNQ/s320/DSC03893.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fuck-Ing Being Charcoal!. hideous.. ARGhhHhhhhH!! but it's fun time with all of them.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsEjEZJYzI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2RGOZwrKVeo/s1600-h/DSC07611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218269593759998770" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="232" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsEjEZJYzI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2RGOZwrKVeo/s320/DSC07611.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsEP7u5YLI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6ad_yu3TZG4/s1600-h/DSC07597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218269265017790642" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="299" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsEP7u5YLI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6ad_yu3TZG4/s320/DSC07597.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;interupting this 2 lovely couples.. !! SU-anne . Nicoretto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsDpLDssNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lPN9Uax4mdA/s1600-h/DSC03574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218268599116673234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsDpLDssNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lPN9Uax4mdA/s320/DSC03574.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Starrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsDhp09EmI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RwfEcHLEU8k/s1600-h/DSC03596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218268469937377890" style="CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsDhp09EmI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RwfEcHLEU8k/s320/DSC03596.JPG" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Boss . Joi - Anne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last but not least photogenic me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsDLvr-OcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/NShEBwVlm1Y/s1600-h/DSC07627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218268093553195458" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsDLvr-OcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/NShEBwVlm1Y/s320/DSC07627.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsCwu-e8tI/AAAAAAAAAj0/nIcmp5TLiAI/s1600-h/DSC07621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267629505934034" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsCwu-e8tI/AAAAAAAAAj0/nIcmp5TLiAI/s320/DSC07621.JPG" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsC2LW5cbI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wr1nyDfrKNo/s1600-h/DSC07622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267723023872434" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsC2LW5cbI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wr1nyDfrKNo/s320/DSC07622.JPG" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8500807801396293341?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8500807801396293341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8500807801396293341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-fuck-ing-being-charcoal.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/SGsFbzMxUiI/AAAAAAAAAks/fNH_qZPJpNQ/s72-c/DSC03893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-2439341338574548277</id><published>2008-06-28T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:03:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my last 3 days at work.. it's sad leaving.. an amazing emotion which i never thought i would have when i first joined.. it's been 4 months. 9th mar marks the first episode of working life at jean perrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made lots of goods friends and see "clients" from different woks of life.. learning more about fashion, ppl inter-relationship, dressing up, matching, colors, and lots. something that couldn't be found elsewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and july 11 is my anniversary, im going NS at lim chu kang area camp. skin-head taking over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear guys( outside from work friends) , i'm missing all of you . . . work has cause me to lost touch with many ppl. but you guys are not forgotten.. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet up somehow somewhere..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-2439341338574548277?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2439341338574548277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2439341338574548277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-for-not-updating-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-4307760859568818601</id><published>2008-04-20T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:58:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>telling u more abt my work</title><content type='html'>4 branches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- far east - level 1 Enos wear , few doors  left from craft&lt;br /&gt;-heeren - level 3 jean perrie ( opposite ed hardy)&lt;br /&gt;                -  level 4 C.A.P ( opposite flesh imp)&lt;br /&gt;central mall-  C.A.P level #03-41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i run around this month. . . . .lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started work on 9 mar. am getting used to work. . . finally i have enough money for myself, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been catching up with ALL OF YOU, but my dearest friends, you are not forgotten. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i need to sleep soon. . . night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIND ME IF POP BY TOWN&gt; drop me a msg and i'll reply.. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-4307760859568818601?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4307760859568818601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4307760859568818601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/04/telling-u-more-abt-my-work.html' title='telling u more abt my work'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-7854978764261168462</id><published>2008-03-04T13:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:51.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>falling in love with break dancing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=locking.popping.jive.krump=&lt;br /&gt;all the terms but i cant do any yet. just like it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are what i can do for the moments. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R8zgnYBEVsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ER86DylprWk/s1600-h/handstand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173757039008306882" style="CURSOR: hand" height="248" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R8zgnYBEVsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ER86DylprWk/s320/handstand.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R8zgv4BEVtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Pm3Dx1PD_G0/s1600-h/headspin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173757185037194962" style="CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R8zgv4BEVtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Pm3Dx1PD_G0/s320/headspin.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; websites(copyright)&lt;a href="http://www.winningminds.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.winningminds.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.iamtheultimate.com/"&gt;http://www.iamtheultimate.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handstand . head spin. but sill can't spin. just stay in the air. playing around with the legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and free fall backwards and hand touch the ground. no pic found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got a beanie. will try out soon..&lt;br /&gt;if im not blogging for mths then i must have sprain my neck. ( touch wood)&lt;br /&gt;just an interest. didnt matter if i dont do well. cos no break dancing friends yet to practise with .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-7854978764261168462?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7854978764261168462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7854978764261168462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/03/falling-in-love-with-break-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R8zgnYBEVsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ER86DylprWk/s72-c/handstand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-7075960213055753783</id><published>2008-02-26T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:40:19.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>countdown 2 days. then 12.3 mar exam. and im free from sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever it is.&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT BORN FOR ANYONE"S FCKING ENTERTAINMENT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure friends but i don't deserve what i get from people, under-treated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are high easily. e.g i thought this is what it would resulted to , but things didn't work that way, or we could joke around, but behind my back, it's a total different story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont raise your voice at me. smile when you like ? angry when u like?&lt;br /&gt;im not a fall back wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're not someone to me, i dont give a damn at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im moody and you ruins it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Loud voices includes screaming at my loved ones or me and just simply wrong me for things which you assume.*&lt;br /&gt;OUCHhhhHHHH~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-7075960213055753783?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7075960213055753783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7075960213055753783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/02/countdown-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-3881965255005026397</id><published>2008-02-12T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:54:29.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there seems to be nth to update anymore these moments. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIAMIA MIA MIA MIAMIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA MIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-3881965255005026397?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3881965255005026397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3881965255005026397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-seems-to-be-nth-to-update-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-7349366581487374713</id><published>2008-01-28T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:53:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grandma's discharged this morning ~ back to the nursing home . . . . XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just can't help worrying too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-7349366581487374713?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7349366581487374713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7349366581487374713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-got-job-crepes-and-cream-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-2864296190120084777</id><published>2008-01-28T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:08:57.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grandma seems to be getting better. . . =) what doctors says isnt everything afterall. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-2864296190120084777?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2864296190120084777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2864296190120084777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandmas-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-4375524766821868813</id><published>2008-01-24T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:00:27.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE FOREVERMORE~</title><content type='html'>Auntie called. Saying grandma is really ill. Leaving us soon. i only got to know abt her presence for about 5 to 6 years, and she's 96 years this 1st jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i will visit her at the yishun nuring home which really sucks. and only slowly changing their facilities late 2007. i remembered every moments with her. she's strong. she couldnt speak which i dont know why but i understand her thoughts thoough her hands and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to family matters which i do not know. mum did not contact her for many many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING know how it feels to lose your mum? I DO ! the very moment mum went for surgery. i love my mum more than anyone else. i am really so upset the more i type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should take it easy. i didnt tell my mum abt this but i will bring her to the hospital to visit grandma tomorrow. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a long story . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leon's praying hard for grandma health and to live till ripe old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i hate burden or things on my mind. i dislike to procrastinate beside homeworks or stuffs that doesnt bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think that it's irritating to always have to think of bring mum to see grandma once in a while cos the journey is an hour bus ride. and sometimes i just wanna pamper mum and make her happy~ so off we'll go .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN LIFE, we should treasure everyone and everything we have. i am not regreting or anything. i never leave regrets in my life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess after everything is over we'll be fine. me and momma. mother and daughter look/behave exactly the same! i've got to move on. as i've do not take life and death that hard. even if i were to die tomorrow, i'm okay with it. that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* please do not fucking ask me or tagged me when i write about home matters*&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate the silence . . . . and i do not entertain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-4375524766821868813?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4375524766821868813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4375524766821868813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-forevermore.html' title='LOVE FOREVERMORE~'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-6790896733773175445</id><published>2008-01-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T10:51:13.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>birthday's over, 20 years old now. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really happy as i wasnt alone cos on the 17th ,00:00 midnight = 18th jan. birthday song was sang and wishes was made from the bottom of my heart. that's sufficient. i dont ask more much. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 21st birthday,i'll save up from now, and not broke when it comes, if i'm alone i make sure i'll go shopping and pamper myself. ~ no big deal without friends. Be independant, leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad when friends forgotten your birthday isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sidetrack . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i gotta be truthful to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either i hate you or love you, kinda extreme eh.&lt;br /&gt;and either YES / NO. no more sitting on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i hurt anyone. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leon doesnt have to live under threats, superficial friendship, lies, pretence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6790896733773175445?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6790896733773175445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6790896733773175445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/crepes-and-cream.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-292002277874310729</id><published>2008-01-06T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:35:15.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>countdown 17 hours and 30 mins to sch time. grown chubby over the holis and i need exercising by going to school! or out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing truth i heard from research done: walking 10,000 steps is = 1 hrs in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to beard papa or sth to interview (bugis), really need the supervisor to call me down for work . otherwise, check out sth else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm neither in love or out of love right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna try to  . . . perhaps . perhaps .perhaps. someday, the right one, my sweetheart will appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = = single throughout  = = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't/never do flings ( audience reading must be puking judging my looks* prepare a paper bag! security! ) wonder why people like to step on 2 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-292002277874310729?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/292002277874310729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/292002277874310729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/countdown-17-hours-and-30-mins-to-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-5323819124580683345</id><published>2008-01-04T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:38:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slight scoldings from dad*( of cos not scolding me) just ruin my mood for the day. SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just got the power. fantastic.~ no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder have anyone felt this way, but when i was younger, i was afraid to talk back, e.g teachers, or just anyone outside. right now i learnt to be stronger and fight back for my own rights/pride which i truly deserves. i can just scream back if anyone try to put me down or say things which are untrue, or even try to pick a fight. BRING IT ON! i'm not saying i'll win for sure but i just give it all. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, all we need is just try, very simple. results doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debts and debts and debts. i gonna find a job soon, i'm not that picky afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling emo now on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say anymore. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this moment, i just wanna sleep eternally . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired to say, tired to think. but it just comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5323819124580683345?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5323819124580683345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5323819124580683345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2008/01/shouting-screaming-scoldings-just-ruin.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-7811032701072242564</id><published>2007-12-31T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:57:49.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've spotted a blonde wig. selling at 49 bucks. length:long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might get it and bring to the salon to ask them for help cutting it to the hair style i long wanted~! and probably put it on and out ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blonde has always been the color i wanted to do. . i might spray black stripes. or sth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sth new ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas was alright only , this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holis down to 1 weeks. cant wait to end this sch term and head for vacation holis to malaysia with friends most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile. life's doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking needing $$!!! but i dont need preaching for this. no thanks~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-7811032701072242564?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7811032701072242564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7811032701072242564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/bad-hair-days.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-6344708338679644521</id><published>2007-12-21T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:52.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s8CC856zI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RdXzzwbRq08/s1600-h/DSC02855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146273005050653490" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="256" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s8CC856zI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RdXzzwbRq08/s320/DSC02855.JPG" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s8Ii8560I/AAAAAAAAAfw/pauPx2ynTV8/s1600-h/DSC02856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146273116719803202" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s8Ii8560I/AAAAAAAAAfw/pauPx2ynTV8/s320/DSC02856.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hollow headless statue along some houses . . . my friend say there used to be a head with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s7mS856xI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BRGtbt6SWDs/s1600-h/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146272528309283602" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s7mS856xI/AAAAAAAAAfY/BRGtbt6SWDs/s320/DSC02854.JPG" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s7ti856yI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qEwYH9bc-94/s1600-h/DSC02852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146272652863335202" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s7ti856yI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qEwYH9bc-94/s320/DSC02852.JPG" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laksa with grass jelly drink Selling for 3 buck . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6344708338679644521?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6344708338679644521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6344708338679644521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/hollow-headless-statue-along-some.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2s8CC856zI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RdXzzwbRq08/s72-c/DSC02855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-4011213473606013765</id><published>2007-12-19T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:52.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2kaPC856uI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2_YYFTqpur4/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145672895040187106" style="CURSOR: hand" height="191" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2kaPC856uI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2_YYFTqpur4/s320/DSC02815.JPG" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2kaUi856vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JsCON4_MI4U/s1600-h/DSC02814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145672989529467634" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="243" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2kaUi856vI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JsCON4_MI4U/s320/DSC02814.JPG" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somewhere near kim keat/ balestier . a coffe shop or sth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So vintage . . .  bring me to any long lost places and deserted places. e.g schools . world war venues .  i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early merry x'Mas to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;holis started . but it's kinda boring still. no jobs at the moment .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The living dead . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-4011213473606013765?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4011213473606013765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4011213473606013765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/somewhere-near-kim-keat-balestier.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2kaPC856uI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2_YYFTqpur4/s72-c/DSC02815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-2676997617507760206</id><published>2007-12-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2eT3C856sI/AAAAAAAAAew/HCG6J1kBHRA/s1600-h/CIMG2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145243673188494018" style="CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2eT3C856sI/AAAAAAAAAew/HCG6J1kBHRA/s320/CIMG2746.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a retard, oh yeah. and i'm having bad hair day as always.&lt;br /&gt;As follows: ben, simon, misheru, roy, stewart.&lt;br /&gt;Bad lightings!@~!!@#$%^&amp;amp;(*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PRkS856qI/AAAAAAAAAeg/PY1x88uOGGk/s1600-h/DSC02804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144185620880026274" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="245" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PRkS856qI/AAAAAAAAAeg/PY1x88uOGGk/s320/DSC02804.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PRpC856rI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N88p903Utm0/s1600-h/DSC02792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144185702484404914" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PRpC856rI/AAAAAAAAAeo/N88p903Utm0/s320/DSC02792.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took those when I was alone, but there was LOTS and i mean lots of foods prepared for the BBQ.Thanks everyone. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went giant the day b4 to get some and others by friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out at 2 plus am to explore the playgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played poker cards. some dare . slept. expect to see haunted stuff but there isn't for me. we will head back next time. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enjoyable outings. friends included:Michelle, ben, roy, stewart,simon, me. for michelle , birthday next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . group photo will be updated soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PQ6y856oI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TtVNEy5X3kI/s1600-h/DSC02801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144184907915455106" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PQ6y856oI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TtVNEy5X3kI/s320/DSC02801.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PRXS856pI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-fokTo01_1s/s1600-h/DSC02809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144185397541726866" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="241" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PRXS856pI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-fokTo01_1s/s320/DSC02809.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wheel is amazing. it just goes round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Explored the playgrounds. LOts of scenes. like spiders, swings, slides, "flying fox", and so on. cant remember .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PQWy856nI/AAAAAAAAAeI/dpMZD5_iOQQ/s1600-h/DSC02812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144184289440164466" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="181" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PQWy856nI/AAAAAAAAAeI/dpMZD5_iOQQ/s320/DSC02812.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PQSi856mI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OuiIllgKnGM/s1600-h/DSC02811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144184216425720418" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PQSi856mI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OuiIllgKnGM/s320/DSC02811.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chalet At downtown East. from 13th dec afternoonnoon to 14th dec 10.30am !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how the room looks like with another 4 "beds" and a toilet. Block C room 1326. Weird numbers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PQFi856lI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9l1OZA9mBZ8/s1600-h/DSC02779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144183993087421010" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="155" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PQFi856lI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9l1OZA9mBZ8/s320/DSC02779.JPG" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitten By Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PP6C856kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CufU7ecCgSE/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144183795518925378" style="CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PP6C856kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/CufU7ecCgSE/s320/DSC02780.JPG" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PPrS856jI/AAAAAAAAAdo/E12iY8tVVIM/s1600-h/DSC02770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144183542115854898" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="225" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PPrS856jI/AAAAAAAAAdo/E12iY8tVVIM/s320/DSC02770.JPG" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See The Mr Smiley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PPYy856iI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FS8R83hn4EU/s1600-h/DSC02768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144183224288274978" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="191" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2PPYy856iI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FS8R83hn4EU/s320/DSC02768.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firestarting by friends with SKILLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-2676997617507760206?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2676997617507760206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2676997617507760206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/took-those-when-i-was-alone-but-there.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R2eT3C856sI/AAAAAAAAAew/HCG6J1kBHRA/s72-c/CIMG2746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-6304307496505315485</id><published>2007-12-08T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:09:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern.</title><content type='html'>did you ever backstab me? bitching and gossipping topics which are not true on me. . be it years back or now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i might be kept in the dark. and i dont know what the fuck you are thinking pretending to be on friends with me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know u well enough . and i need ppl waking me up .. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything. just come to me! tell me in the face. and not talk behind my back. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'm wrong abt ppl i sense that does so. . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's really not much people to be trusted. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6304307496505315485?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6304307496505315485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6304307496505315485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='to whom it may concern.'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-1204637984988859191</id><published>2007-12-07T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:50:11.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for the movie Enchanted with friends just now. totally worth the price. great animation and life action . as i have always love musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! 4 days for sch to end. till jan 7 '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh . dont know what's happening. but i am just feeling happy each day. not that much worries and all. growing up i guess. life has to move on. no matter whatever may comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at everything that i have gone through/done. no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leon could laugh wildly just like this * finger snap* and the next sec u know, no expression at all like a vampire. but he is fine. just staring at blank space with deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom. broke still as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believing and have faith is what i'm needing. haha. why should i care so much. one life. live it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the night: Everything has both sides. nothing is absolute. e.g U could say it's wrong but i would beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worry and premonitions don't come side by side&lt;br /&gt;worry comes only after you have premonitions that bad stuff are about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be paranoid when everything is going to be fine. it will only make you terrified and worrying would't help at all. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-1204637984988859191?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1204637984988859191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1204637984988859191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/went-for-movie-enchanted-with-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-2863023763166036541</id><published>2007-12-02T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:55.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R1I8AJkoRJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/HN8lhmNZKCs/s1600-R/DSC02651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139236098050376850" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="171" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R1I8AJkoRJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vNzTbA6UxeM/s320/DSC02651.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shih tzu? Ilario's puppy. totally adorable!&lt;br /&gt;"something" to welcome at the door. and to hug and kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this moment. i'm depressed and the other i'm crazy like a "undisciplined kiddos.".&lt;br /&gt;everything is fine. . . peace resides in my mind . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[resides: have one's permanent place in a particular home]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ignore me for everything that's weird . . .&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to holis!! yeah! countdown 10 days of sch exclud. weekenends.&lt;br /&gt;X'mas is coming, gotta save up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that alone after all. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paradoxical?&lt;br /&gt;explanation by mr Ernest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placed together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but are contradicting by nature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-2863023763166036541?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2863023763166036541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2863023763166036541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/12/shih-tzu-ilarios-puppy.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R1I8AJkoRJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vNzTbA6UxeM/s72-c/DSC02651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-62330492339180881</id><published>2007-11-28T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:46:25.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is my passion more to singing /apparel design? i don't know. every thing suddenly seems to be fading. and time is moving slow*MATRIX* hee-ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i going to live a simple life? like be the the boy next door? i think yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life just suddenly changed just like this after the criticism incident. my mentality just changed. like i start to listen what ppl commented and became affected. of cos the true ones. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now i feel like shutting people's mouth and ask them mind their own biz, how contradicting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are really impt to me. . . but i wish to be independant. which i am kinda*. . i totally admire loners/outcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did the old innocent and nice leon go. when ppl grow up , they become different. they learn. understand. make choices. have their own mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the night : What you see is NOT what you get. and believe only when u hear it yourself. and not through people's lips . assumptions murder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ernest quotes pick out :&lt;br /&gt;alone doesn't mean you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;you can be alone and not lonely&lt;br /&gt;you can be surrounded by a pool of people and yet feel lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-62330492339180881?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/62330492339180881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/62330492339180881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-my-passion-more-to-singing-apparel.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-5009608785731835470</id><published>2007-11-28T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R01Kl9Sc_wI/AAAAAAAAAcI/66_ArQpF-rQ/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137844765867179778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="279" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R01Kl9Sc_wI/AAAAAAAAAcI/66_ArQpF-rQ/s320/DSC02620.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black nail polish is back.~ only black. only PEACE sign's painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon is sad and needing a hug and shoulder to lean on. all my friends seems to be gone. i don't see you all no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend quoted [ when there's love, there will be hate and vice versa.] which is what's happening to me. i felt like a fucking fool. and feel like slapping myself hard and wake up to this reality world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me the power to be indifference .e.g abt what they think abt me. or either to put in feelings on people.  and stand firm to my beliefs! and have the heck care attitude. it will take some time for these to ignite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5009608785731835470?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5009608785731835470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5009608785731835470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-nail-polish-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R01Kl9Sc_wI/AAAAAAAAAcI/66_ArQpF-rQ/s72-c/DSC02620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-2282932672091112361</id><published>2007-11-21T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:56.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MINISTRY OF FOOD .Bugis Parco Level 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0WN_9Sc_kI/AAAAAAAAAZs/waI7fpA4Fk0/s1600-h/DSC00253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135667080009154114" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="198" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0WN_9Sc_kI/AAAAAAAAAZs/waI7fpA4Fk0/s320/DSC00253.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0WN59Sc_jI/AAAAAAAAAZk/azZXAdBnd8E/s1600-h/DSC00256.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0WNYtSc_hI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vr55KS4vNQM/s1600-h/DSC02578edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135666405699288594" style="CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0WNYtSc_hI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vr55KS4vNQM/s320/DSC02578edit.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0WNjtSc_iI/AAAAAAAAAZc/L2IrMc91SjA/s1600-h/DSC02579edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Ernest &amp;amp; Miss Hana . Candid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QS79Sc_PI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SHCwhooBty8/s1600-h/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135250296382749938" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="228" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QS79Sc_PI/AAAAAAAAAXE/SHCwhooBty8/s320/DSC02577.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QR-dSc_OI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TtJ04xNE2eY/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135249239820795106" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="246" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QR-dSc_OI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TtJ04xNE2eY/s320/DSC02575.JPG" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;semi yolky egg with chunks of chicken. served with hot japanese green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karage Bento @ $7.90 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something off my budget but once in a while indulgement is yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. went to Haji lane with them. THANKS! hana, my brains opened up so much towards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fashion. thinking out of the box ! i'll ask u out for shopping next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so "thumbs up" towards the apparell designer! and some foreign designs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;got attracted to this cross bones hoody jacket. costing at $160 but it comes in 256 pieces in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;world! but i think ppl will grab it before i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have really cool and limited stuff there. will be heading back when i have the moneyto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shop !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had fun today =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Mr Ernest is still as Bitchy in a smarty way after all these years! LOL. kinda original. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-2282932672091112361?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2282932672091112361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2282932672091112361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/ministry-of-food-bugis-parco-level-2.html' title='MINISTRY OF FOOD .Bugis Parco Level 2'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0WN_9Sc_kI/AAAAAAAAAZs/waI7fpA4Fk0/s72-c/DSC00253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-1467319617678290053</id><published>2007-11-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:03:03.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear fellows. please feel free to criticise whatever that's on me . . LOL. i need strong opinion to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i am feeling so elated. . . i dont know why. just smiley on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capricorn is a pessimistic horo. thus sometimes i think too much. but there's a reason. e.g sth that trigger it. but in the end. it's all nth. fuck it! hate it! damn it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must not be bothered with whatever bad that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway atmosphere seems to be changing again. i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting broke as usual . . . and i have so many 'needs' stuff to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's okay. still staying alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day : Don't give the impression when u don't mean for anything*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-1467319617678290053?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1467319617678290053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1467319617678290053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-fellows.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-5619384055416829054</id><published>2007-11-16T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:10:56.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened to me? fuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rz2FT9Sc_EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eEIX92khRYQ/s1600-h/DSC02543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133405728188202050" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rz2FT9Sc_EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eEIX92khRYQ/s320/DSC02543.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rz2FNtSc_DI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4PlgajKfqc8/s1600-h/DSC02542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133405620814019634" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="249" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rz2FNtSc_DI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4PlgajKfqc8/s320/DSC02542.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rz2FGdSc_CI/AAAAAAAAAVA/yAQ50MaCx8k/s1600-h/DSC02541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133405496259968034" style="CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rz2FGdSc_CI/AAAAAAAAAVA/yAQ50MaCx8k/s320/DSC02541.JPG" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm like gosh, i have really change a lot. and i came to realise it . . . / / don't worry the old leon will be back! but still with the love for japanese / american/british . punk . gothic. lolita. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5619384055416829054?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5619384055416829054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5619384055416829054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-happened-to-me-fuck.html' title='what happened to me? fuck!'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rz2FT9Sc_EI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eEIX92khRYQ/s72-c/DSC02543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-8073899143214101960</id><published>2007-11-16T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:17:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful L.I.F.E</title><content type='html'>I've getting out of my usual love for black , red . my closet gonna be colorful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean striking rainbow ( fluorescent) . Metallic Gold, Silver .  but,  there's still colors i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not gonna be typical as possible. imagine the feeling of wearing the same with a stranger on the street. i dislike 98% mass production stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this tee with checkered multi color, and one black top with those olden days tv screen that multi color lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh! can't wait to go shopping! but no $$$ yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there's a will, there's a way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8073899143214101960?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8073899143214101960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8073899143214101960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/colorful-life.html' title='Colorful L.I.F.E'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-5616208241190372703</id><published>2007-11-16T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:03.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how's my design. anyway they are chucked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0Qk8dSc_eI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FIR6hN6S_ls/s1600-h/DSC02582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270096181984738" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0Qk8dSc_eI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FIR6hN6S_ls/s320/DSC02582.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkVdSc_bI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rKlRXNKMdYc/s1600-h/DSC02581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135269426167086514" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" height="288" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkVdSc_bI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rKlRXNKMdYc/s320/DSC02581.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkjNSc_dI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QjEadO5JJA0/s1600-h/DSC02584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135269662390287826" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="277" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkjNSc_dI/AAAAAAAAAY0/QjEadO5JJA0/s320/DSC02584.JPG" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkdtSc_cI/AAAAAAAAAYs/MQgT5sMUGec/s1600-h/DSC02582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkDdSc_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xasxzUqmsyw/s1600-h/DSC02546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135269116929441170" style="CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkDdSc_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xasxzUqmsyw/s320/DSC02546.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkH9Sc_aI/AAAAAAAAAYc/fj5mn15kGRk/s1600-h/DSC02547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135269194238852514" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" height="291" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QkH9Sc_aI/AAAAAAAAAYc/fj5mn15kGRk/s320/DSC02547.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0Qj59Sc_YI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5l4oRZFGb74/s1600-h/DSC02544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135268953720683906" style="CURSOR: hand" height="321" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0Qj59Sc_YI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5l4oRZFGb74/s320/DSC02544.JPG" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QjvNSc_XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yCLynfSKhLU/s1600-h/DSC02545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135268769037090162" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" height="316" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QjvNSc_XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yCLynfSKhLU/s320/DSC02545.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QlMtSc_fI/AAAAAAAAAZE/lTEEmvnNct4/s1600-h/DSC02526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270375354858994" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="299" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QlMtSc_fI/AAAAAAAAAZE/lTEEmvnNct4/s320/DSC02526.JPG" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QlW9Sc_gI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qhHsMlU40X8/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135270551448518146" style="CURSOR: hand" height="297" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0QlW9Sc_gI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qhHsMlU40X8/s320/DSC02527.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5616208241190372703?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5616208241190372703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5616208241190372703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-of-my-designs-in-fact-i-love-it.html' title='how&apos;s my design. anyway they are chucked!'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/R0Qk8dSc_eI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FIR6hN6S_ls/s72-c/DSC02582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-5007237106928919909</id><published>2007-11-14T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:14:33.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinda fall out with 2 friends. i guess the broken cracks will never be heal even though still friends to me. hope things will be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i am going to do some changes to my closet . and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still jobless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's still boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5007237106928919909?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5007237106928919909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5007237106928919909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-fall-out-with-some-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-7469350284815815456</id><published>2007-11-10T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:03.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RzXWoiXc81I/AAAAAAAAASE/G3-u5k30CPE/s1600-h/10112007(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RzXHfiXc80I/AAAAAAAAAR0/__0rPQgpOME/s1600-h/10112007(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RzXGwiXc8zI/AAAAAAAAARs/PU8uPzKm0eE/s1600-h/10112007(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131225887619740466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RzXGwiXc8zI/AAAAAAAAARs/PU8uPzKm0eE/s320/10112007(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wazz UP?! Ilario . Nave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RzXGsCXc8yI/AAAAAAAAARk/2Hxpf_ElarQ/s1600-h/10112007(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131225810310329122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RzXGsCXc8yI/AAAAAAAAARk/2Hxpf_ElarQ/s320/10112007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace + Y +&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one day tour at bugis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone made me realise what i shd do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That shirt is gone! became one of my sleeping suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ever judge me! when you don't even KNOW me . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-7469350284815815456?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7469350284815815456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/7469350284815815456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/brothers-fashion-statement.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RzXGwiXc8zI/AAAAAAAAARs/PU8uPzKm0eE/s72-c/10112007(010).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-6917073470355674031</id><published>2007-11-08T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:09:52.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holis are alway boring to me. No outing. no job. no calls. no plan , practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing my friends. . . all are busy. working. schling. assignments. one Ns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so shittified whenever there's nothing to look forward . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but happy that i am graduating in around feb. yeah babe. like faster end my final year project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a pass for maths. world peace. +Y+ may a job quickly dawn on me! $$$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6917073470355674031?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6917073470355674031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6917073470355674031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/holis-are-alway-boring-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-147023802584466207</id><published>2007-11-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:03.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere near chijmes. random shots</title><content type='html'>Total 3 jobs, Action City . Chippy . Option / optional [ i'm not sure] ( shop name) - an apparrell shop (marina square)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no calls~ wishing and hoping and waiting . .&lt;br /&gt;haha. NO, duh. i will look fwd for more job as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyySm_r8fFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LZkenp3riEI/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Bubbly Bubble&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyyScvr8fEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zlD8ZuPuAdc/s1600-h/DSC02428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128635098202930242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyyScvr8fEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zlD8ZuPuAdc/s320/DSC02428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEy, mr Rock service Waiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyySHPr8fDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Zo4I2JxSAik/s1600-h/DSC02424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128634728835742770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyySHPr8fDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Zo4I2JxSAik/s320/DSC02424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emo-lizing in process. Please Do Not Disturb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You Love Me or as a friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me for who i am . and not what i am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-147023802584466207?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/147023802584466207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/147023802584466207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-flying-without-wings-hey-mr-rock.html' title='somewhere near chijmes. random shots'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyyScvr8fEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zlD8ZuPuAdc/s72-c/DSC02428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-310246139884209909</id><published>2007-11-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:22:31.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random emotions</title><content type='html'>what are friends? people u could talk to ? someone whom you know just  for months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about good friends? someone who joke around with you and somehow 'understands' u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN what about best friends? "sisters/brothers' friends? buddy? Its someone whom you need&lt;br /&gt;not say anything much and they'll know what's troubling you, someone who will be there when&lt;br /&gt;you need  listening ears or hugs. they will never ask for return for whatever they did and accept&lt;br /&gt;everything aboout you for who you are. . . therefore, i'm thankful there're such people around&lt;br /&gt;me.. somehow or rather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do label people in terms of friendship. and some actions that people do will affect my thinking of that person. whether it's good or bad. the impact .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sometimes i wonder.. what am i to you? what are you thinking inside about me. and most of the time. i don't really give a shit. love me or hate me, so be it. i just love the way i am  . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so amazing that brain/ thinking abilty  is created on us humans, and it's even wonderful that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could speak / see/ hear/ touch /smell/taste. everything little thing. . . =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-310246139884209909?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/310246139884209909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/310246139884209909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-emotions.html' title='random emotions'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-9088632447482044043</id><published>2007-11-01T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:53:28.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so feeling sad for old aged ppl living at nursing home . some got ill treated unknowning and if they can't speak , that worse.   it really tears me. i must take good care or myself and not end up abandon, and never let ppl worry for me.  i don't mind be a volunteer or maybe help ppl on the streets when i see and if i have cash, but NO NO to cheaters/ ticket charity/ or ppl who are fit for work but "beg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i went to interview for Chippy ( uk or american street snack shop),  waiting for call. gosh.  uniform 50 bucks, training 100 bucks, my first pay would be pathetic. policy would be like  if i work for 6 months, then i'll get back the 100 bucks. oh well. friends say it's not worth it. and good luck to me.. well. i have always wanted to work that shop, it looks cool. let's see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, if i found another job before that. then kissy goodbye ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's doing fine. family also alright.  school ah. so so ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking fwd for X'mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-9088632447482044043?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/9088632447482044043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/9088632447482044043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-so-feeling-sad-for-old-aged-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-5271571922763514347</id><published>2007-10-31T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:04.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Ryswa_r8fCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ez3aPtYPsk0/s1600-h/Helloween281007024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128245841021926434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Ryswa_r8fCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ez3aPtYPsk0/s320/Helloween281007024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  SIEW GEK . ~Amies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Ryh4-fr8e7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/fH6u_pgksOY/s1600-h/hfhgfhsh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127481190814350258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Ryh4-fr8e7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/fH6u_pgksOY/s320/hfhgfhsh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~Amies . LeoN +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Ryh4Dfr8e5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CrXFTEgtHj4/s1600-h/ghfghfg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127480177202068370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Ryh4Dfr8e5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/CrXFTEgtHj4/s320/ghfghfg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bring Me to Life. . . Dead Doll. Me. Revival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;venue: escape theme park. pretty an enjoyable night. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5271571922763514347?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5271571922763514347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5271571922763514347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/amies.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Ryswa_r8fCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Ez3aPtYPsk0/s72-c/Helloween281007024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-868928720394642751</id><published>2007-10-30T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:15:10.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i thought it's over, here it goes again!</title><content type='html'>i'm really hating class, fuck the karen and prob judy though judy is nice. cut hair cut hair, director director. like that cannot . cannot . . . all they do is say. i am already doing my best by tying up and even intend to clip it. i have always wanted to leave long hair. u might say it's untidy , i don't give a damn. diff people loves doing things different and see things in a diff way. if they are persistent abt it. i will just walk off. rules are meant to be broken, at the very least it is dead and we could change it. i'm hating uniform school. fuck it. for now . . when i have a statement to create.. ok i'm stubborn i know.. that's just me. Lesson sucks. and i feel like i'm wasting my life away here.. Boring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll trim tonight.I mean maybe if i cant settle it, like layer it kinda. if she still make noise. i'm so not going to answer her or give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sth out of topic.. halloween is just another day. so i'll just stay put at home! whatever, i can't be bothered waiting for an event to take place . . i'm really tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day: Don't Start , don't even think about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-868928720394642751?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/868928720394642751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/868928720394642751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-i-thought-its-over-here-it-goes.html' title='when i thought it&apos;s over, here it goes again!'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-6625993512111515273</id><published>2007-10-27T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:04.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyKuk_r8e2I/AAAAAAAAANc/EsYDbox72W4/s1600-h/DSC02338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125851276495321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyKuk_r8e2I/AAAAAAAAANc/EsYDbox72W4/s320/DSC02338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[student meal ] Fillet burger are getting smaller? or is it just me? ate this yesterday at bugis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be broke for 5 whole weeks. and i am looking for jobs from shops. just filled in at Action City .doubt they'll call? i'm gonna just fill in the form whenever i can. and stop picking on  job that only interests me totally.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway . . forever in love with being the unique me wherever i am..  get lost , posers shitz !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6625993512111515273?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6625993512111515273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6625993512111515273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/student-meal-fillet-burger-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RyKuk_r8e2I/AAAAAAAAANc/EsYDbox72W4/s72-c/DSC02338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-8022911013630540682</id><published>2007-10-27T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:17:52.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAPRICORN - The Go-Getter (Dec. 22-Jan. 19):&lt;br /&gt;Patient and wise. Practical and rigid. Ambitious. Tends to be good-looking. Humorous and funny. Can be a bit shy and reserved. Often pessimists. Capricorns tend to act before they think and can be unfriendly at times. Hold grudges. Like competition. Get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. is that even me? somehow or rather. it's true and not true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8022911013630540682?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8022911013630540682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8022911013630540682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/capricorn-go-getter-patient-and-wise.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-3414617101090981074</id><published>2007-10-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:09:37.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what mean boys and girls says + quote</title><content type='html'>Fuckshit . shithead. fucktard. FatAss. Bimbo. mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkey see monkey do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living radio = loud mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical. photocopying machine. mass produced species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi.oRe - Bitchs + Whore  ( wouldnt wanna be sue for slander)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sl.oRe - Sluts + whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell retarded . dumbass . mentally challenged . idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vertically challenged , horizontally challenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EQually disabled .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling someone fat doesnt make u slimmer and calling someone stupid doesnt make you any smarter. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of for how.. how mean can i get? hmmm . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-3414617101090981074?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3414617101090981074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3414617101090981074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-mean-boys-and-girls-says-quote.html' title='what mean boys and girls says + quote'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-497879260777390734</id><published>2007-10-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:04:01.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at ard 5 pls today, one man from staying just vertically below me KNOCKED our door. so loud! .. complained that his pipe is leaking and we were the one knocking ours up here thus cause his to be like that. cos i'ts link/bypass.. i really hope it isnt our fault cos the family above us is the one knocking. but how could that be? confused. but so be it.. i am scared when situation like this happen in the family, e.g just an analogy, neighbour quarrel, or house flooding, ceiling collapsed, cockroach attacks. gosh!. may there be peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school , i'm sure we will be having lots of projects from now onwards. and i'm still doing it right now. left 3 qns. engineering maths is still okay for now. understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and family. i know when someone is pissed, he will shout just like Fucker* (whatever). to mum. he is like keeping 3 fish tank at home, last time even worse 4 big and i mean BIG tanks for 4 lo han fishes. and 2 or so pots of plants outside. Changing water for tank right now. making the floor kitchen floor wet and it's so irritating and wasting our POwer Supply money. maybe it's the passion for fish when he's alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he is affected somehow by the man who came up to make noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. he just scream at my mum loudly i mean. i'm like please stop everything.. just because of the pipe not putting properly for changing the water . may he stop rearing the fishes. problems and problems! maybe my mum could not follow instruction properly.and he is irritated. so what? big fuck! i just hated him all these years. FUCK OFF, fucker. he is known as fucker* if it appears in my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking for a job when i can so i can support myself somehow! any intro? lol. thanks&lt;br /&gt;!!ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker* scold mum say if the shirt nv hang and clip. i mean those floor cloth. or if the sink got clog food particle. u get it.! i really really really really hate HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he may be nice at time and harsh at others. i cant be bothered anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if he hit my mum anymore. i curse him! i mean seriously, even if he give me pocket money weekly.  i'm not even that close to him. if one day he just passed on. i will not tear cos there is no longer memory of happy moments with him.  u might ask why didnt i stop him if he hit my mu. i'm like what can i do? i dont want to aggravate him further. he should know what he is doing.. He  is making me moodless to do my project. * VULGARITIES IN PROCESS[all languages!!!!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-497879260777390734?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/497879260777390734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/497879260777390734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-ard-5-pls-today-one-man-from-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-3477617668811354470</id><published>2007-10-18T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T09:10:09.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>i just got the news that my good friend's mum passed on. i was really sad hearing that. mum is the one and only , it's irreplaccable! i have always enjoyed my mum's hugs and kisses. and her voice most imptly! LIFE is unfair! His mum condition just deteriorated as days move on, WHY! must this happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If one day my mum or love ones were to leave me. i would just ran out of the hse and cry it out. NON stop. it's an emotion that is uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;but DUH, i prayed everytime for safety and health of family. and it's must never happen! i don't want anyone to leave me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death could just dawn on someone without feeling anything or even having the chance to say goodbye. pains and sufferings in the process is unexplainable in words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people would ask .?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must there be illness?&lt;br /&gt;Why when everyone is suffering, the rich or evil are not having any retribution for the wrongs?&lt;br /&gt;Why they don't love me no more?&lt;br /&gt;Why is life unfair?&lt;br /&gt;why is THIS HAPPENING TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's perfect, god created humans with emotions, and everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what else to stay. i just need him to be strong and face whatever's that's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, i just read his blog and he is much stronger than me. He's accepting the cruel truths and moving on . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy, and nothing's is easy, we just need to try, perhaps just a little harder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-3477617668811354470?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3477617668811354470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3477617668811354470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-3529283441072459314</id><published>2007-10-16T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:05.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RxQ1o9PclnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vaHAvfWM1mw/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121777653977486962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RxQ1o9PclnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vaHAvfWM1mw/s320/DSC02277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Four Souls reflected!&lt;br /&gt;Eliz, the birthday girl ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meiji Coffee milk! Best Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RxQ1XtPclmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4mWS97fla40/s1600-h/DSC02268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121777357624743522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RxQ1XtPclmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4mWS97fla40/s320/DSC02268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-3529283441072459314?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3529283441072459314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3529283441072459314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/four-souls-reflected-eliz-birthday-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RxQ1o9PclnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vaHAvfWM1mw/s72-c/DSC02277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-326734831953857098</id><published>2007-10-13T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:05.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RxCWHdPclkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U0UA_ehEWSc/s1600-h/DSC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120757831172920898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RxCWHdPclkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U0UA_ehEWSc/s320/DSC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; freaking sch fees is so irritating. i'm so gonna be broke for months. =X  + =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-326734831953857098?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/326734831953857098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/326734831953857098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RxCWHdPclkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/U0UA_ehEWSc/s72-c/DSC00009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-4225638690089096309</id><published>2007-10-11T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:55:29.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion to me?</title><content type='html'>Fashion like is recycling . . . Things that are popular in the past being brought fwd, just like the stripes and skinny jeans was like so hot these months... skeleton design too.. what's more bling bling , ties, and even socks with heels. i never see this"heel theorem" in the past but right now these is . . . ~ whatever ppl say, "Hey! u copy me?!" i'm like "please la!!" , you are not the one who started or create this "statement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i am into, like lets say long socks , it is what i really love , partially influence by the japanese ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hot pink , inspire by avril lavigne's new album. and rainie's outfit in the video. but i am not going to be like hot pink all over or even get hot pink accessories. that is so not me! i just love it on tees with those big black words printed over but i can't find so i just DIM-ED ( do it myself), and i got this really cool hot pink /black checkered long socks!! that's all. skinny jeans is like all over so i am not going to get any!! i just love the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am easily "influence" yes. but i do not copy ppl. There's a saying [' Copied Stuff will never better the Original"] , just like all those fake LV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like like brainless see brainless do. i totally hate that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am trying to clarify is. please do not misunderstood that just because someone did this or like this and it's somehow in my closet means i am copying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna explain much or can't be bothered by what ppl think/say about me unless it's senseless or somehow able to better my original way that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get this clear once and for all.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-4225638690089096309?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4225638690089096309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4225638690089096309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/fashion-to-me.html' title='fashion to me?'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-8771558733682699469</id><published>2007-10-06T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:05.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RwepDdPclbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wmYMcmLmYyE/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118245378383975858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RwepDdPclbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wmYMcmLmYyE/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source of pic - &lt;a href="http://www.personal.psu.edu/.../amc327/Assignment4.html" target="_top"&gt;www.personal.psu.edu/.../amc327/Assignment4.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween is coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't wanna stay at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; . . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8771558733682699469?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8771558733682699469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8771558733682699469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RwepDdPclbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wmYMcmLmYyE/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-1673170201150414631</id><published>2007-10-04T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinda falling in love with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking Pink, (also called neon pink) is bold and intense. Fashion designer &lt;a title="Elsa Schiaparelli" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsa_Schiaparelli"&gt;Elsa Schiaparelli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popularized this color in &lt;a title="1936" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1936"&gt;1936&lt;/a&gt;, naming it shocking pink; it was the color of the box her &lt;a title="Perfume" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perfume"&gt;perfume&lt;/a&gt; called Shocking Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new color added to my collection after blood red , black, and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hating brown. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RwTZQ9PclYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gNGI-TxGT-8/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117453961940211074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RwTZQ9PclYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gNGI-TxGT-8/s320/DSC02247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this shirt is not exactly shocking pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconventionalistic Fashion designer has been my dream .. . and i'm so freaking in love with DIY-ing my stuff and creating self statements in dressing. ..~ i just detest typics stuff. they are like so full of it.. like i said i don't do clones. [ps: don't ever assume that i'm trying to show off or whatever.. ] i just cant help telling  what i'm into anytime in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every little thing happening out there could just influence my creativity or thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-1673170201150414631?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1673170201150414631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1673170201150414631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/10/kinda-falling-in-love-with-shocking.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RwTZQ9PclYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gNGI-TxGT-8/s72-c/DSC02247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-5637059158248834564</id><published>2007-09-30T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:40:04.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i able to make this gurantee? YES I CAN. I will never lay my hand on my love ones. quarrelling is unavoidable between couples, i know. sometimes i will hold my voice higher when i am pissed off . .  but i say things rationally. this is kinda contradicting.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate it when husbands scold/abuse mentally/physically. their wives. WHY!!?? just becos of tiredness coming back from work? the sudden urge to hit someone? moody? trying to show their authority? a platform to vent their anger? FUCK U! It's pointless i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5637059158248834564?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5637059158248834564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5637059158248834564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-able-to-make-this-gurantee-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-383997755378193547</id><published>2007-09-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:42:30.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being friends with another means accepting his/her everything. . . way of dressing. personalities . unless he/she is a total backstabber, bitch. or other personal reasons. . kiss that person goodbye!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have this friend. who says:" when you go out with me. dont wear those things".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"those things" = you have to see, i dont know how to describe my dressing . . or with liner.shadow'. so it's like tee with jeans, period. F*cking typical for me~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.. and i mean seriously . . i'm so tired to think abt others feeling of me. but i really love ppl who appreciate my sense of "fashion"/taste .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is getting busy lately and its like so hard to catch up with my good friends... working, schooling, projects, cca activities and more.. but it will be my turn.~ NS next apr. SO LONG.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-383997755378193547?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/383997755378193547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/383997755378193547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-point-of-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-6615625323237428404</id><published>2007-09-15T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:06.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.B.C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rutrcdx9ImI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VK7wqALlqVE/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110296338956624482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rutrcdx9ImI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VK7wqALlqVE/s320/DSC02100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving n.b.c stuffs . . BUt it's like so freaking overpriced. that bugis cart.~this phone chain(black) for $8.90.. but i got this from other place for $3.90 only!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and skellington doll haversack for $39.90 at street. gosh!  haha. but i'm collecting .. if i saw cheap ones around.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having holis. and looking for job but to no avail yet. prob try my luck again next week elsewhere. cos mostly looking for either full time or females.~ those retail shop at bugis street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6615625323237428404?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6615625323237428404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6615625323237428404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/nbc.html' title='N.B.C'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rutrcdx9ImI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VK7wqALlqVE/s72-c/DSC02100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-1865548447755711054</id><published>2007-09-12T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long awaited jean skirt effect is finally arriving.~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RueFf9x9IkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9I7Kd2Yq264/s1600-h/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109199086481646146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RueFf9x9IkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9I7Kd2Yq264/s320/DSC02073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-1865548447755711054?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1865548447755711054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1865548447755711054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-awaited-jean-skirt-effect-is.html' title='long awaited jean skirt effect is finally arriving.~'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RueFf9x9IkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9I7Kd2Yq264/s72-c/DSC02073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-1326951560098557097</id><published>2007-09-07T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:06.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RuDN2LNgPiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zoctpof675M/s1600-h/DSC02048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107308308044201506" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubbish Girl Before and after.. ~&lt;attn&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-1326951560098557097?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/1326951560098557097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=1326951560098557097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1326951560098557097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1326951560098557097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/rubbish-girl-before-and-after.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RuDN2LNgPiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zoctpof675M/s72-c/DSC02048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-2047847763320532436</id><published>2007-09-05T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:18:26.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm like counting down for holis. let's see. 5 more days. searching for job after tt.&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting Vexed .. . certain things doesnt seem to go right .. but left. LOL. kidding. e.g&lt;br /&gt;friends, i don't seem to understand some of them anymore. and feelings starts to differ.. going&lt;br /&gt;closer to stranger. Is it just me ? some people can be good chatmates on Msn/ phone. but when&lt;br /&gt;they bump across, SPEECHLESS. like close to 0.1 decibel . It's not at all exaggerated . . PLs give&lt;br /&gt;the power of numbness to everything around me so i dont have to bother myself with problems.&lt;br /&gt;Like what is going on in ppl's heart and mind when they look at me. fuckit!&lt;br /&gt;LiFe's okay. . i'm greatful for close friends ard me.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH i'm sick of complaining and blabbering.. ArghHHH! STOP IT, LEON! but i'm like that i&lt;br /&gt;hate to keep things to myself. i say what i feel but i not that super straightfwd kind. i do have&lt;br /&gt;my reserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-2047847763320532436?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2047847763320532436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=2047847763320532436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2047847763320532436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2047847763320532436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-like-counting-down-for-holis.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-4937975933387630372</id><published>2007-08-29T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:15:57.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slightly knowing me more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sth random of the day i guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fav...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheese , potato, chocolate, chilli sauce, mayo, chicken curry, chicken cutlet, mcspicy, nutella, chips, ferrero, laksa, honeydew sago, fried rice, chilli padi, mee hoon kueh, coffee bread, eggs, chocolate/strawberry milk only*, nuts, ice cream/ice blend ( mocha, caramel, hazelnut, sweet corn), kuay teow, creamy spaghetti ,pearl milk tea, super sweet milo!,french toast + that's all i can think for now+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dislikes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seafood, sushi, beef, certain pork (cooking method), durians, mango, jackfruit, ikan billis, fresh milk, fishy smell + that all i can think for now+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stubborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- when i hate to do/wear/say that sth, that's it. dont force further.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an adjective, describing a type of humor. People who are sarcastic usually annoy the hell out of everyone who cant get their jokes. They also piss people off by going too far and ACCIDENTALLY offending them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; i notice details that people do not see .. of people's needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate to lie!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i might say that i dont care what ppl think abt me. but i do heed their comments if it'll help me in my opinion of course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate to see people in pains&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e.g hospital A&amp;amp;E. even on the streets nowadays, people "begging: and old, sick, wheel chair bound. it really hurts me..~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;treasure my close/good friends - LOVE YA"LL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.! but i always say, don't assume it's you. because i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;catagorise ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;into these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ classmates, passer by, hi byes, stranger, ppl i can click for moments, +&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not mean. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever ppl says or do to me, it affects me somehow. and i'm evolving everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm someone who is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;soft on the inside, hard on the outside&lt;/span&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate sports brands,( but i love to do sports when i can) and most stuff with brands/tags, cos it's far too common, typical, phtocopied, mass produced, everywhere&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i also diy quite some stuff. it's like one and only kinda so i'm happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to go to the future and see what will happen to me and my family.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-4937975933387630372?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/4937975933387630372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=4937975933387630372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4937975933387630372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/4937975933387630372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/slightly-knowing-me-more.html' title='slightly knowing me more?'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-8961393900073384006</id><published>2007-08-26T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:07.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RtE02bNgPTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/68dQcZ0YRXg/s1600-h/aids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102917962409458994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RtE02bNgPTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/68dQcZ0YRXg/s320/aids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RtEpLrNgPSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/b9udwvklPWI/s1600-h/depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RtEiVLNgPPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tIgPeZAzFFk/s1600-h/DSC02018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm like so over nail polish,and i've gave it away, never gonna use it .and i'm not classifying myself as punk or whatsoever. i'm ME. Being diff. is all i ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A friend told me that nail polish, liner and all dont suit me and says don't wear "those thing" when i'm out with her, hello!? what those things. ?she doesn't like ppl who dress like cosplay kinda. * not anime but the rest* can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Life is okay, having a web tech exam on september 10, mon, and holis after that till oct 15 i've heard, should be ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;However, i'm still broke.~ as ever . trying hard to save up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is my singing really that bad? gosh. how i wish for a voice that could touch ppl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And be in a relationship. and experience love and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8961393900073384006?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8961393900073384006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8961393900073384006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/these-are-bags-i-design-and-add-ons.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RtE02bNgPTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/68dQcZ0YRXg/s72-c/aids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-549312662464192559</id><published>2007-08-15T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rules and regulation sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RsLvf8RWtlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DmCPqsakRzI/s1600-h/DSC01905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098901060170724946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RsLvf8RWtlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DmCPqsakRzI/s320/DSC01905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RsLvVMRWtkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QCIWLIL_X9c/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098900875487131202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RsLvVMRWtkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QCIWLIL_X9c/s320/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RsLvAsRWtjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/J3SiDEWA8jk/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's the main entrance of my school, college east.. whereby it's totally dangerous.! Take cover. Put on the landyard. Especially every morning..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's the chee-na fatso. and indi-ana bulldog i'm talking abt that caught me for attire.. oh well. shut the hell up. i'm cursing bulldog whenever i see him around. bringing me trouble. and freedomless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn, miss judy talked to me again. seems like school's getting stricter..~ haircut and all. fortunately i left with few more months .. excluding holis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;leaving the gdf (*god damn fucking) place. but still. it's so boring in here.. cant do this cant wear that. shit it!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May i be blessed to not get caught for anything anymore..~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-549312662464192559?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/549312662464192559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/549312662464192559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/rules-and-regulation-sucks.html' title='rules and regulation sucks'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RsLvf8RWtlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DmCPqsakRzI/s72-c/DSC01905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-5903208336185209575</id><published>2007-08-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:11:13.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do humans have feelings +  emotions?~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and deaths . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pains . SickNess.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living each day worrying that my love ones will leave me. The feeling is unexplanable, always making my day bad whenever i thought of that. i wish for eternity and they must never go before i do!. i don't wish to witness and breakdown which will leave a scar in my soul ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5903208336185209575?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5903208336185209575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=5903208336185209575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5903208336185209575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5903208336185209575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-do-humans-have-feelings-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-1547189692894921</id><published>2007-08-08T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:08.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RrlWT8RWtiI/AAAAAAAAADs/cg9SQITjI7g/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096199353942849058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RrlWT8RWtiI/AAAAAAAAADs/cg9SQITjI7g/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RrlVwMRWthI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaDt42PSw7g/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096198739762525714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RrlVwMRWthI/AAAAAAAAADk/AaDt42PSw7g/s320/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RrlVqsRWtgI/AAAAAAAAADc/hZVHG-tT_S8/s1600-h/DSC01777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096198645273245186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RrlVqsRWtgI/AAAAAAAAADc/hZVHG-tT_S8/s320/DSC01777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh huh. Like's like that.. getting used to this new hair color . so i cant be bothered too much abt sch.. Everything is going on fine for me. . nth happened much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting better with guitar as days goes by. =X. Lots to learn though. That's Anggerek! standing at 1.7 sth plus. thus photoshot handicapped for my hand. =P And the top is Mr Rafie ~ ! Don't play play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 more month to exams.. BORING. fortunately there's only 1 paper. Wake Me Up When September Ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's is getting busy lately.. as each of us have our own things to do, own groups of friends, etc. It's really hard to see one another.. however, friendships never break.. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-1547189692894921?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1547189692894921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1547189692894921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/08/uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RrlWT8RWtiI/AAAAAAAAADs/cg9SQITjI7g/s72-c/DSC01743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-9083029762167278490</id><published>2007-07-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:17:32.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAmmnnnnnnnnnn U!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck FuckFuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck ooooffffFFFFFFFFF~!! Mr Fong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U sucks BIG TIME . PMS FReaK I suppose... .. All I have for u right now is hate and hate and hate and hate!!~ ASSHOLE... All He does is kick a big fuss! Scream at me??i am so fucking mean + i'm so gonna fail ..I'm simply so pissed off.. and with mixed feelings.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like that.. i reached school at 10.30 for class, then i went forward to take the tutorial assignment. then he saw my hair color, he said:" is this color accepted? i say no. then i kind of turn around after a few seconds. then he said:" wait , come back, i havent finish. then he stood up and look at my pants. and said:" is this school pants? i said:" yes. i'm like hello!, i merely tailored it myself whereby the sides are with white threads protruding.. from my hand sewing.. then he sort of threaten me to see the section head. i said:" i have seen and all then he say:" and you still are not doing anything?&lt;, he was shouting throughout!!&gt; and led me to see my form teacher judy instead and leave me with her.. i practically broke down and tear when i saw her.. she consoled me and said:" don't cry, we are not scolding you. you can do whatever you want after u graduated. just bear with us for a few more month. and suggested to me to use a darker color cos mine is too light.. i teared because i feel that i cause her to get like "preaching" from section head.. and our class might be black listed. . She is really a nice teacher.. and off i went back to class. and Tell mr fong that i'm going to get in dye back. and he said:" go go go , go and get it done or sth"! my eyes rolled a couple of times hearing what he said throughtout everything. he is so unreasonable~&lt;br /&gt;my tears couldnt't help dropping on the way out and off to bedok and get everything done and back for the afternoon lesson... i even thought of quitting school and not go back anymore.. i don't care about the certificate and i hate schooling in this kind of no freedom environment~.I'm not a cry baby. it's just that i can't control my emotions and i dont hide them. when i'm unhappy, i dont speak at all. when i'm happy, i can go crazy. when i'm sad. leave me alone.. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad day for me.. ArghhhhHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-9083029762167278490?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/9083029762167278490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/9083029762167278490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/dammnnnnnnnnnn-u.html' title='DAmmnnnnnnnnnn U!'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-6441027104771767791</id><published>2007-07-26T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:20:12.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wore the new boots i bought with jeans. and spike wrist band and this fat digusting show off kinda school's property _+bulldog of the gate+_ ran after me. cos i pretended not to hear him with ear pieces plugged in. then he brought me to the canteen.. and say U stand there. then back to office. on the way, i dont know what he blabber about.. like wanna get attention! omg.!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 3 other teacher spoke to me, section head etc. i am being nice by talking nicely. cos i dont want to create trouble. freak. i regret telling them so much abt my family. e.g what they working as cos they say what dye black i say no money. then say say family can help.. as i'm chatty. hmm if there's another time. i will just say ya ya ya and let them say all they want. bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~. this cannot that cannot. Hair color must black. shoes at the most is converse high cut length. cannot wear jeans. no nail polish. and other student might see and tell their teacher and start to compare.. Fuck La. nail polish also they want to mind their nose on .. All is they use mouth and say. i dont see any BLACK AND WHITE! Argh. i'm sp pissed.. i think i gonna hate my class advisor as well. cos for sure, Section will talk to her.. then she will be angry with me.. cos she told me a few times not to do this.. It hurts me when i see ppl that i care disappointed with me or angry with me for things i've done.. i'm gonna hate sch.. ~ and start failing. i dont wish for tt to happen.. _ sorry miss judy lim - though she might not see this.. i will apologise to her if i made her disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see tmr what will happen...~~ hope everything is fine =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6441027104771767791?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6441027104771767791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6441027104771767791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wore-new-boots-i-bought-with-jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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-8720907881951859002.post-1481464889577787539</id><published>2007-07-22T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:08.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqK48sRWtaI/AAAAAAAAACs/dDVLsjQnYUE/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089833881697695138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqK48sRWtaI/AAAAAAAAACs/dDVLsjQnYUE/s320/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqK428RWtZI/AAAAAAAAACk/3YLoIhqgiUk/s1600-h/DSC01605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089833782913447314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqK428RWtZI/AAAAAAAAACk/3YLoIhqgiUk/s320/DSC01605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqK4w8RWtYI/AAAAAAAAACc/ldGMuCx6rW4/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqK4r8RWtXI/AAAAAAAAACU/Cz8dtf52K18/s1600-h/DSC01601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089833593934886258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqK4r8RWtXI/AAAAAAAAACU/Cz8dtf52K18/s320/DSC01601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day tour at a hotel, forgot the name though. It was raining like fuck where me and my friends were like looking for a place cheap and settle down to color our hair and rest. we went from places to places, we got drenched totally! Someone kind by the name osama?! , malay guy was kind and let us use his room no. 319 as it was full house but we gotta pay him $30 bucks for 2 .1/5 hrs, half to the counter auntie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the condition, it's like so rundown!? hotel? for goodness sake. . shocking experience.. well. we had fun though. making a mess and worrying he would find out that we stained his bed and towel with hair dyes. we left at around 8.15 in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-1481464889577787539?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1481464889577787539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/1481464889577787539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/midnight-tour.html' title='Midnight tour'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqK48sRWtaI/AAAAAAAAACs/dDVLsjQnYUE/s72-c/DSC01606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-3959908239297725818</id><published>2007-07-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:08.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SHOES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqDQu0M-tTI/AAAAAAAAACM/mtJG2XHYL3c/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089297081634305330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqDQu0M-tTI/AAAAAAAAACM/mtJG2XHYL3c/s320/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After searching high and low for months, i've finally found them!!! kinda ex. though. but i just love Super high cut shoes. and i'm glad ppl like them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, life has been fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-3959908239297725818?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3959908239297725818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=3959908239297725818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3959908239297725818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3959908239297725818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-shoes.html' title='NEW SHOES!'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RqDQu0M-tTI/AAAAAAAAACM/mtJG2XHYL3c/s72-c/DSC01581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-8718276697774657431</id><published>2007-07-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RpeNtUM-tSI/AAAAAAAAACE/APfhvasW5bI/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086690113795044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RpeNtUM-tSI/AAAAAAAAACE/APfhvasW5bI/s320/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vampire from HELL! i'm super Daring to try out new style. Into unique stars design. Dice designs. nightmare before x'mas. living dead dolls. Saving up to buy! damn so little to spend. so much to purchase. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a fucked up face whenever i don't smile but i mean no harm. Unless U* piss me off, i don't give a damn who you are to me. It's pretty irritating when people speaks behind my back. . . If you have anything to say about me, kindly say in front of me .   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8718276697774657431?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8718276697774657431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=8718276697774657431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8718276697774657431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8718276697774657431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/vampire-from-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RpeNtUM-tSI/AAAAAAAAACE/APfhvasW5bI/s72-c/DSC01490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-8880595733058680219</id><published>2007-07-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RpR8oLCNchI/AAAAAAAAAB8/314IT_ipt_A/s1600-h/nanaren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085826908806803986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RpR8oLCNchI/AAAAAAAAAB8/314IT_ipt_A/s320/nanaren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RpR3NrCNcgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E0LsVYnZroI/s1600-h/loner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085820955982131714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RpR3NrCNcgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/E0LsVYnZroI/s320/loner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethdanielsphotography.com/image/travel/loner.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;http://www.elizabethdanielsphotography.com/image/travel/loner.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is finally over. I'm kinda FREE!~ F* is kinda being nice to mom nowadays. that makes me feels so much better.. and she is doing good. But i'm not talking to him as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sch is fun and boring~ the fun part is i am able to be unique from the others, dressing up is my forte. haha. Boring part is the module. getting more and more complicated! Practically day dreaming in class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, i felt like a loner, without friends. especially in class.. everyone is like in their own lala land. except a handful . . totally boreass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to dream that if all my friends i know live in the same area as me.. it would be so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i wish to be in a "gang" friends, in a group whereby we would hang out,window shop and have fun together and sometimes even dressing up in themes. i love gothic, punk, emo, rock, jrock, DIY style. my style. but my friends arent like me. But well. . i still love them =) * don' assume it's U* i dont classify everyone i know as friends*&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;Being single throughout my life sucks. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8880595733058680219?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8880595733058680219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=8880595733058680219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8880595733058680219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8880595733058680219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RpR8oLCNchI/AAAAAAAAAB8/314IT_ipt_A/s72-c/nanaren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-420210795069223284</id><published>2007-06-30T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:50:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate u even more. . .</title><content type='html'>Happy that it has been 10 days  after surgery. countdown 2 days.(till mon) to remove stitches.&lt;br /&gt; At 9.30pm just now as i was peacefully watching my "kang xi lai le" feat S.H.E talk show halfway.  Fucker* no longer acknowledge as dad. for me* ask mum to ask me go down to the garbage chute where the whole single block of rubbish is collated to find his little 2 teeth dentures wrapped in a red small plastic bag inside with newspapers wrapping over his dinner* i went down twice. i just couldnt find it. i was so pissed that i have to dirty my hands over his problems.&lt;br /&gt;After that when i was back, he say loudly to my mum. ASK BROTHER LATER HELP GO DOWN AND FIND OR I WON'T GO WORK ANYMORE* in malay as if i dont understand. Always say to my mom and ask her tell me. why can't he just say in my face. asshole. When problems happen , he should at least try to solve and not grumble or bark like a dog. Making a new dentures is no big deal. my mum had to wait 2 hours  for brother to come back before she can rest. She's worried that dad might get angry and beat her. I HATE THIS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUcker* is always hurting my mom in one way or another. they are married for like 25 yrs plus. when i was with my mum waiting. my mind was like if i could go back time. i rather not to be born and salvage my mum from marrying him . I hate family abuse . . . I just dont understand him at all, and i will not.  He can be good ? at times but i don't care. All i ask for is mom to be safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-420210795069223284?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/420210795069223284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=420210795069223284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/420210795069223284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/420210795069223284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-u-even-more.html' title='i hate u even more. . .'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-5649951196811064577</id><published>2007-06-26T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:09.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RoDGk1CX4XI/AAAAAAAAABU/aPvEYRvEdDg/s1600-h/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080278715688542578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RoDGk1CX4XI/AAAAAAAAABU/aPvEYRvEdDg/s320/DSC01335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah!. mom is discharged from hospital. and the stitch will be removed on next mon 2nd july. Hope everything goes well after that. countdown 6 days!!  she's Now at home, able to walk around but feels dizzy at times. I'm so at ease when i see her smile =). But she just can't stop worrying abt the household stuff and the kids. ..  + hoping one month faster pass by , then everything should be stable. it has only been 6 days. + Loves. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-5649951196811064577?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/5649951196811064577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=5649951196811064577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5649951196811064577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/5649951196811064577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RoDGk1CX4XI/AAAAAAAAABU/aPvEYRvEdDg/s72-c/DSC01335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-8492221429225461716</id><published>2007-06-23T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:09.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tension!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RnyKCVCX4WI/AAAAAAAAABM/JnPxGt_c5hc/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079086252378546530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RnyKCVCX4WI/AAAAAAAAABM/JnPxGt_c5hc/s320/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RnyGHFCX4VI/AAAAAAAAABE/3AjjfVdLdo8/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;+ Pic is 1 month ago but i hope she'll always be there with me  and may all sickness and pain be gone!~ +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum had surgery 2 days ago. when i saw the nurses moving her to the bed. she was in PAIN!. i'm like " can't u guys be gentle when handling patient. Is "sorry ah" all u can say." but well, that was the first day, really upset. Seems like i'm numb, At that point, i had the strong feeling that if my dad ever touch her! again, i'll go up and shout at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday , i went to visit her, she was feeling good, but couldnt move much except the hands and legs on the bed., at least she speaks, that ease my heart. but tears just kept rolling down when i went in and saw her. cos having to be operated is scary enough and further more, it's a 10cm stitch. She says" don't cry, mum doesnt care about the op. i'm happy the stone is removed and told me to look at it. and she's fine." one of the nurses even "consoled" me and i felt better. i'm not a cry baby . but it just comes up. i don't hide my emotions that much. For me, when i'm sad or depressed, i'll listen to sad songs. the melody. though i'll tear even more, but somehow or rather, i feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the third day. probably leaving the hospital in another 2 days. how i wish, she'll faster recover. Going to visit her later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regarding my hatred for my dad, though it'll always be there! but then i dont think much abt it. as long as he dont scold or hit my mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8492221429225461716?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8492221429225461716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=8492221429225461716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8492221429225461716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8492221429225461716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/06/tension.html' title='Tension!'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RnyKCVCX4WI/AAAAAAAAABM/JnPxGt_c5hc/s72-c/DSC00837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-3317085508795694633</id><published>2007-06-15T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:00:11.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the last time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fucker is like talking/ preaching/ harping/ barking/ complaining/ noise pollutioning . about mom in the living room .shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how i wish i have a job right now to support myself.! and not take his stinking money. but well. he ought give me allowance as i pay for my own life expenses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why do adults think we "kids" never understands their problems? i can see and hear for myself. It purely the truth and nothing but the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No matter what my mom did/become, i love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you abuse her all these years/ scold her/ ask her to help u buy/open beer/ take food, don't you have hands and legs? eat eat eat eat eat !! drink till u drown..! smoke till u suffocate.! i'm mean but that's not actually me. he deserves it.. F* is lazy. i cant stand lazy ppl. damn and digusting ppl. especially burp like hell biz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not saying i'm perfect , but i'm sensitive to ppl/ things happening around me. i know what i'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;U might call me childish for saying all those things . whatever. i dont really care. no one understands what i'm feeling deep inside. Sometimes, all i need is a geniune hugs.. it's that simple. . .I dont do or say things which i regret later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why can't my family be like others out there. though every family have their own hidden problems .. . Whatever. i'm sick of talking abt him. one word. i'll always hate him!! and to make things clear, dont call me with or by my surname. i will not answer . Forutnately, i dont resembles him at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm truely grateful for having good friends around me. * don't assume it's U* i dont acknowledge everyone i know as friends . =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-3317085508795694633?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/3317085508795694633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=3317085508795694633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3317085508795694633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/3317085508795694633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-last-time.html' title='for the last time.'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-2658590708818661043</id><published>2007-06-14T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:16:23.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you dad!</title><content type='html'>my dad is scolding my mum right now! and hitting her . i can't take it anymore.. SHUT THE FUCK UP! enough is enough. arghhhHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!. god bless that he stops. well. he just did. i hate him. it's been years. since i was born and all. i'm not going to talk to him as possible. damn you! FAt , digusting. lazy. he's a taxi driver. should i curse him!? i dont know. i want peace. that's all i want. i know i should go and stop but it wont help. he just dampens my mood for everything whenever he does that. fuck! even if one day he pass away, i swear i wont tear. i'll never let that happen. i've got nothing more to say. he just sucks big time!! totally! dont ever call me with or by my surname. i've never like it  . &lt;- please do not comment or tell me what to do, no thanks-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-2658590708818661043?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/2658590708818661043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=2658590708818661043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2658590708818661043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/2658590708818661043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/06/fuck-you-dad.html' title='fuck you dad!'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-8915236901972457451</id><published>2007-06-11T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:09.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RmwlOVCX4TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7-uOgC-egM8/s1600-h/DSC01229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074471808235200818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RmwlOVCX4TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7-uOgC-egM8/s320/DSC01229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are Singaporeans or i should say people 's &lt;strong&gt;thinking &lt;/strong&gt;out there so &lt;strong&gt;shallow +  dead + close circuit&lt;/strong&gt;.  Wearing long socks, putting certain make up and dressing different from others out there is none of their concern but yet they like to look and see and gossip among themself,  and worse of all, give a stupid face and laugh. I'm like whatever?! It doesnt really bothers me at all. but i cant help it as i am the only stand out among my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love what i am doing, it's &lt;strong&gt;definitely not&lt;/strong&gt; for attention! It a form of expressing what i feel . i love to be different. i hate to be typical. i can't standing wearing anything the same as anyone i see as possible.  so i simply DIY. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-8915236901972457451?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/8915236901972457451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=8915236901972457451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8915236901972457451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/8915236901972457451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-are-singaporeans-or-i-should-say.html' title=''/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RmwlOVCX4TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7-uOgC-egM8/s72-c/DSC01229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-6114187420667504315</id><published>2007-05-26T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RnKFBlCX4UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KAfS9jCd4-U/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076265992168399170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RnKFBlCX4UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KAfS9jCd4-U/s320/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RlcLRidcW7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yfqaySgcdUU/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who knows what lies within ? Just like human beings , Some people are just so hypocryptical, we can be so chatty and concern with each other the first day and the next day, i'm like opaque to you? i've had enough, bitches! Perhaps i've think too much? well, so called "good friends" aren't like that. so i'm like WhaTeveR?! Get away from ME. i don't need people who isnt true in terms of being friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do people like to mix around with others who , let's say "popular", trying so hard to be in the click , or be in it just to get popular, i'm like ewwwk , totally pathetic. . . Especially , those who pretend to be someone whom they are not, that's worse. . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They's Like So Whatever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Can Do So Much Better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They Should Go To Hell Together Yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And That's What Everybody Say.. Hey Hey You You! &lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8720907881951859002-6114187420667504315?l=imlikewhatever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/feeds/6114187420667504315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8720907881951859002&amp;postID=6114187420667504315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6114187420667504315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8720907881951859002/posts/default/6114187420667504315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlikewhatever.blogspot.com/2007/05/unpredictable.html' title='Unpredictable?!'/><author><name>RockeR BabY</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/RnKFBlCX4UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KAfS9jCd4-U/s72-c/DSC01110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720907881951859002.post-1767075225885191701</id><published>2007-05-18T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:11:10.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Worst That I Can sayyyYY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rkw0LidcW3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wyo0Lv8pJbQ/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065481053718469490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wIB6KgHDR-Y/Rkw0LidcW3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wyo0Lv8pJbQ/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walk a lonely road on the boulevard of empty street. I don't have much close friends and i don't need more. I dont regard everyone i know as friendsi guess, Thus, some are passer by in my life who doesn't last . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do i define friends? It's like, they are aware of my presence and not take me for granted, always willing to lend a listening ear or hug when i need it, we understand each other without having to say anything. I'll always love my good friends around me. [ Don't assume it's *U*] . Sometimes, we meet new friends in new circumstances and though we can click but will situation stays the same always? i doubt so .Everyone have their own group of friends. It's fine being alone. I'm used to it. Though the feeling sucks big time. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dislike the idea of comforming into a group or compromising to people, why should i force myself to doing things i don't even like. Thus, i'm always the odd one out . Perhaps It's my thinking. First impression really matters. Could it be the way i dress? the way i put myself across them ? I am usually the latter to making friends with people. i'll never take the initiative unless i feel it's right. It's just be'cos of the appearance of the new personnel i meet. 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