<?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-8618989183392375978</id><updated>2011-10-25T23:26:11.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want, is you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-7218940554256872962</id><published>2008-05-11T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:35:23.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i dont feel like  blogging anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin is tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-7218940554256872962?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-5978670385594530168</id><published>2008-04-27T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:00:21.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, this is how much He loves me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Matthew 11:28-30 (New International Version)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-23488" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. &lt;span id="en-NIV-23489" class="sup"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. &lt;span id="en-NIV-23490" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;source: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/index.php?search=Matthew+11:28-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-8286817830017874767</id><published>2008-04-14T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:29:05.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alvin alvin.</title><content type='html'>words from the world will i not fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but words from God i will tremble with fear :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For His words are real, but people on the Earth never realise how much their words hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin will pick himself up from misery and say, "Let Your Will be done, as on heaven and on Earth"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-8286817830017874767?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-8209389204312176343</id><published>2008-04-13T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:39:47.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for food :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Help me, Lord, to reassure and strengthen&lt;br /&gt;Others by the words I speak today;&lt;br /&gt;I would always try to be affirming,&lt;br /&gt;As our pathways cross along life's way. —Hess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;div class="bold"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if you have nothing else to give, you can give encouragement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-8209389204312176343?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-961813455285820461</id><published>2008-04-08T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:42:27.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  No longer I but you live in me&lt;br /&gt;As you are so am I in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Christians live for themselves, no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-961813455285820461?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/961813455285820461/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-8071183376764254942</id><published>2008-04-01T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:07:55.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He calls me to be still, for He is God. He calls you to be still too. For He is God.</title><content type='html'>Ah ma has been admittted into hospital. Civil Defence guys entered my house at 10 01 am sharp upon receiving a call 15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile, too fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I wont panic, i wont run]&lt;br /&gt;[For the Lord God Almighty is with me, I see no reasons to panic]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-8071183376764254942?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8071183376764254942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=8071183376764254942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8071183376764254942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8071183376764254942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-calls-me-to-be-still-for-he-is-god.html' title='He calls me to be still, for He is God. He calls you to be still too. For He is God.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-2089657811391695576</id><published>2008-04-01T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:59:08.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Bread, March 31, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If I asked the question, “Where’s Waldo?” you might recall those popular children’s picture books from the 1980s. That little guy in the red-and-white-striped shirt and hat loved to hide in the pages amid a busy blur of images that made it nearly impossible to find him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thankfully, finding Jesus is a lot easier than finding Waldo. Jesus doesn’t play hide-and-seek. He says, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock” (Rev. 3:20). You can find Him at the door of your heart—the core of your existence—waiting to come in.  He doesn’t just want to meet you at church, or to be kept at bay on the outer edges of your life. Rather, He longs to be in the center of your &lt;b&gt;dreams, deliberations, and desires.&lt;/b&gt; He wants a real relationship with the real you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;And as wonderful as that is, I need to warn you that it may be a little unsettling. Your heart is no doubt harboring a few things that He will want to deal with. But there is nothing that is more valuable than intimacy with Him. Welcome Jesus in and He will clear out the clutter until the air is fragrant and fresh with the purity, power, and pleasure of His presence.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who’s knocking at your heart’s door? It’s Jesus! How wonderful is that!&lt;/u&gt;  — &lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/bible-study/strength-for-the-journey/Joe-Stowell.aspx" title="Joe Stowell"&gt;Joe Stowell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                      Sweetest of all of life’s blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Communion with Christ above,&lt;br /&gt;Assured of His constant presence,&lt;br /&gt;His matchless, eternal love.  —Anon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: [http://www.rbc.org/odb/odb.shtml]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-2089657811391695576?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2089657811391695576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=2089657811391695576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2089657811391695576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2089657811391695576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/04/daily-bread-march-31-2008.html' title='Daily Bread, March 31, 2008'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-2073518130145433309</id><published>2008-04-01T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:52:42.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation 3:14-22 (New International Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="en-NIV-30745" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;"To the angel of the church in Laodicea write:&lt;br /&gt;      These are the words of the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the ruler of God's creation. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30746" class="sup"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! &lt;span id="en-NIV-30747" class="sup"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30748" class="sup"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;You say, 'I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.' But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30749" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see. &lt;span id="en-NIV-30750" class="sup"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest, and repent. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30751" class="sup"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30752" class="sup"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;To him who overcomes, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I overcame and sat down with my Father on his throne.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-30753" class="sup"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the stand. Be strong! My Lord God Almighty is with you! At your door!&lt;br /&gt;We are praying for you. Christians that you know, storming the gates of hell praying for you. Dont give up, be strong! Once again, My Lord God Almighty is with you! Open the door and He who is mighty to save and graceful shall be with you, eternally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-2073518130145433309?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2073518130145433309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=2073518130145433309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2073518130145433309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2073518130145433309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/04/revelation-314-22-new-international.html' title='Revelation 3:14-22 (New International Version)'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-2637500725929102157</id><published>2008-04-01T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:44:34.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons I Believe in God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I contemplate the existence of God all of the time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have asked myself the question over and over ‘How can I know that God exists?’&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friends and family have told me why they believe in God and why they do not believe in God, but it doesn’t matter to me what anyone else says (even the Pope).&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to believe for my own reasons.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For a long time I waited for an epiphany.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted some miracle to happen that would prove to me that God exists.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, one day I was driving home from dinner with my husband and kids.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It had just rained and where we live we have the most beautiful rainbows. As we were driving home one of these magnificent colored arcs appeared.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I have seen hundreds of rainbows in my life, but in that moment I thought to myself ‘Rainbows are proof of God’.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me rainbows are such a miracle, and I don’t care what the scientific explanation is for a rainbow.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are still a complete miracle to me.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are so breathtakingly beautiful.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;That moment started me thinking on what are other reasons I believe in God.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here are my top 10 reasons I believe in God. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sun &lt;/strong&gt;– One of my favorite things to do in the morning is to walk outside on our deck and look at our lovely view and feel the Suns warmth on my face and shoulders.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tip my face towards the Sun and say ‘Thank you God!’. Just letting my mind relax and focus on the wonderful warm feeling from the Sun is so blissful.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without the Sun our world would not be what it is and to contemplate how our solar system works and how the planets revolve around the Sun and why they revolve around the Sun is just baffling to me.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is truly a miracle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Moon&lt;/strong&gt; – The Sun lights up our day, but the Moon lights up our nights.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is something so magnificent about how the Moon goes through its cycles.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are times when I glance out and see the Moon and don’t even recognize it as the Moon.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I came home and looked out the window and I thought there was some sort of celestial event happening.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw this giant orange light in the sky, it almost looked like a fire in the sky. I just sat and stared trying to figure out what it was I was looking at. I called to my husband and as he entered the room I realized it was the moon. It had been distorted by some clouds passing over it. I had to laugh at myself for not recognizing the planet that I see almost every night. It’s interesting what a special relationship my kids have with the Moon. It was definitely one of both of their first words and they always point it out to me. When it is big and full it is such a joy for all of us to see. A complete miracle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Flowers&lt;/strong&gt; - Flowers are the Eart’hs decorations, each flower is a great masterpiece. The colors, the aromas and the shapes. Completely amazing, how different each flower is, yet how beautiful. People always ask ‘what’s your favorite flower?’. Well, for me, it depends on what’s blooming that particular week or where I am. When I see the first crocus of the year sticking their little heads out of the snow, I get completely giddy. The aroma of lilacs send me to Nirvana. The exotic shape of the iris would make you think that they are delicate, yet throw a clump in your backyard and they will take over. I even like dandelions, mostly because my kids get such a kick out of them. My daughter showed me a picture the other day of the praying mantis that looked just like a pink orchid. I could not believe it, so bizarre yet so beautiful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Rainbows&lt;/strong&gt; - Ahh rainbows…I love them. First of all, I love the rain, especially a summer rain that cools off a hot day. The rain is my main course and the rainbow is my dessert. Our house has great views to the east. We often see complete double rainbows. Yes, there is a very logical reason we see rainbows. Rainbows are seen when raindrops, falling in the distance, bend and bounce sunlight back towards your eye. Each color of sunlight is bent and bounced in a slightly different direction. The colors separate around the bright edge of the reflection. Here’s the miracle ‘each color of the sunlight’. Is that not a complete miracle that the color of sunlight is actually made up of all those different colors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Laughter&lt;/strong&gt; - There is nothing more contagious than laughter and there is nothing that makes you feel better. I can be in the darkest mood and sound of my children giggling pulls me right into the light. Try this experiment at your next gathering. Take one of your friends into another room and start laughing. I bet within 10 minutes every person will gravitate into that room, keep laughing and just watch everyones reaction. You will have everyone laughing and they won’t even know what they are laughing about, but no one will care because it just feels so great to be in a room full of laughing people. What a true gift from God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Tears&lt;/strong&gt; - It is so perplexing to me why we actually cry. I understand feelings of sorrow and grief, but why do we cry? Why does our body produce a watery substance from our eyes, when we feel sad or sometimes extremely happy? I think tears are like rain. They are a gift from heaven.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Music&lt;/strong&gt; - Sweet, sweet music. Music can bring up so many emotions and so many memories. There are songs that I associate with different times in my life. When certain songs play on the car radio when I am driving, like Eric Clapton’s “Bell Bottom Blues”, I can not leave the car until the song is over. It brings up such feelings of nostalgia. Music is so healing. just listening to music can change your mood in a matter of minutes. I know when my kids are having a rough time all I have to do is start singing there favorite song and they forget all of their worries. Thank you God for music.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Eyes &lt;/strong&gt;- Eyes, they view this beautiful world and they are beautiful to view. Each set is so unique and so wonderful to gaze at. You can pretty much tell what kind of life a person has led by looking deep into their eyes. The eyes are so telling of what a person is all about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Birth&lt;/strong&gt; - From conception to birth the whole process of creating a baby is so incredible. How those little bundles of love start from a couple of tiny cells is miraculous. How the women’s body does exactly what it needs to do to give the little create a place to grow and thrive is mind boggling. How could this happen by some freak of nature. How can anyone believe that this live just happens because of some random coincidence of chemical reactions. I just don’t buy it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The Universe&lt;/strong&gt; - Just thinking about the Universe hurts my head. There is so much we do not know about the Universe and I’m not sure we will ever now. It is a complete mystery. I love reading all the different theories of how the Universe was created and what is happening ‘out there’ today. Well here’s one of my theories. The Universe is God, the whole thing, including us. We are like tiny cells of God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Love&lt;/strong&gt; - And the number 1 reason I believe in God, is ‘LOVE’. The most wonderful thing that we humans have. I start my day every day thinking about how lucky I am, because of all the people in my life that I love and all the people that love me. I remember asking my Mother when I was a child if we were rich. She always answered, ‘Yes we are rich, rich in love’. She was right. Rich in God's Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Source: [http://www.spiritwalk.org/blog/top-10-reasons-i-believe-in-god/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-2637500725929102157?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2637500725929102157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=2637500725929102157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2637500725929102157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2637500725929102157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/04/top-10-reasons-i-believe-in-god.html' title='Top 10 Reasons I Believe in God'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-7922906100047234656</id><published>2008-03-30T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T15:38:13.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Jasper, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-7922906100047234656?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7922906100047234656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=7922906100047234656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7922906100047234656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7922906100047234656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-6677443472397668019</id><published>2008-03-29T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:40:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody wanted this to be the outcome.</title><content type='html'>It all started with me being moody and stuffs when i got nothing better to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're breaks (broke off), i think its time for me to reflect upon myself. Too much too much wrongs i've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but tear at your presence today. I shouldn't have met you up. I shouldn't. If i knew tears were to roll, i'll rather stay home and roll on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost. Very lost to be exact. I know, sooner or later, loneliness will overcome my life. It's gonna be all dark. Pitch dark. No one will save me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R-36ezK6SFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/l-T8O3vPAck/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R-36ezK6SFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/l-T8O3vPAck/s320/DSC00635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183074153212299346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was passing by the park while i was walking home .. when i saw this rock from the Heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, this rock stood there. "ALONE".&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle of the park, the rock was there. I lifted it up and attempted to communicate with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rock o Rock, you same pattern as me. LONER de" Before my masculine instincts decided to hint me to send it flying across the next half of the park, i decided to let my photographic instincts take over my body.   I placed it back, in precise estimation of where i lifted it from. And yes, i took a picture of it (as shown above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next moment after i'm done talking a picture of it. It was nowhere to be seen. Because i just sent it flying across the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about the rock.&lt;br /&gt;As i moved on back home, I found myself at the carkpark area behind my block. I stopped after walking awhile. The sun was scorching. I looked up to the HDB blocks and mumbled to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHA PIANG! ALVIN, U POOR THING. U JI PAI (this time) REALLY REALLY LOST."&lt;br /&gt;Both of my eyes were filled with tears and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to state anymore reasons why i choose to break up. But definitely, i did not dump you. I'm certain you know the reasons clearer than any other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on my side, im full of guilt. Because, i've prevented you from being loved by someone.. for a total of (FIVE months - ONE day). I selfishly kept you to my side. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for the lovely Valetine's present that you passed me today. Cause you forgot to pass me on the actual date itself. Its really lovely and i love it. I don't dare to sms you and tell you that the present is lovely. Being afraid it would make you tear more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-6677443472397668019?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6677443472397668019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=6677443472397668019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6677443472397668019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6677443472397668019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/nobody-wanted-this-to-be-outcome.html' title='nobody wanted this to be the outcome.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R-36ezK6SFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/l-T8O3vPAck/s72-c/DSC00635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-7899539071158843045</id><published>2008-03-29T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:51:49.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>02 50 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still filled with mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, contained with remorsefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love and protect you, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-7899539071158843045?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7899539071158843045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=7899539071158843045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7899539071158843045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7899539071158843045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/02-50-am.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-4996338878876186485</id><published>2008-03-13T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:13:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me, do i not deserve?&lt;br /&gt;Am i not worthy?&lt;br /&gt;Am i that useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crap, am i that unloving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-4996338878876186485?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4996338878876186485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=4996338878876186485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4996338878876186485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4996338878876186485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/tell-me-do-i-not-deserve-am-i-not.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-7787366368896918579</id><published>2008-03-12T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:17:56.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the definition of you, and me.</title><content type='html'>Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-7787366368896918579?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7787366368896918579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=7787366368896918579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7787366368896918579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7787366368896918579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-definition-of-you-and-me.html' title='This is the definition of you, and me.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-4849604039890359055</id><published>2008-03-12T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:13:40.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes, all someone needs is some love, kindness and patience from their peers, families or their love ones.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what happens when one doesn’t receive them? They break down and think that the sky is falling on them again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;02 28, recorded on my phone registers this early morning, princess zhu gave me a ring after several sms(s). She was feeling down and getting emotional. We talked for like ½ an hour before she decided to release me for bed cause literally everyone in the chalet was tired. And yes, the chalet was meant to be a celebration for my mei mei, han en. It was her birthday :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We talked for quite awhile, and as usual. I felt empowered every time I talk to her. (well, most of the time) I was empowered with the Holy Ghost. Princess zhu said I was scary. Cause she said that I was way too HOLY in talking to her. Well, that isn’t important. What important was, she felt much better after we ended the conversation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feeling empowered all the way till late evening even until I left my house to meet girlfriend, the most ridiculous thing happened when I met her. I shall not go into details because we had a misunderstanding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alvin’s getting his own body unwell again. Especially after chalet. Those severe late night obsessions in online gaming should come to a stop. And I have a hard time stopping because its simply addictive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not sending you home was a mistake I made. I could have sent you home with the fever that seemed to be building up. However, I didn’t. I know its my fault. Everything is my fault. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need someone to back me up in prayers because im weak. Im feeble again. I feel unpowered in all areas. The confident and empowered me was twitched, changed, manipulated and converted in just a single date. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O wont you God, take a look at my hands;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dirty and soiled are they;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cleanse me like you did;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Touch me like you did;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-4849604039890359055?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4849604039890359055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=4849604039890359055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4849604039890359055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4849604039890359055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-all-someone-needs-is-some.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-9187662734993018321</id><published>2008-03-11T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:16:37.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BORED, SO I BLOGGED.</title><content type='html'>it rhymes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go to Escape, but the rain didnt allow us to move out of the chalet. And here i am in the chalet doing nothing except blogging. Well, because the rest of then are busing engaged in card games :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im just un-typical cause most guys do love card games.. but i dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, afterall its a good thing that i dont like card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss girlfriend T_T shes stuck in the work placeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-9187662734993018321?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/9187662734993018321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=9187662734993018321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/9187662734993018321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/9187662734993018321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-bored-so-i-blogged.html' title='IM BORED, SO I BLOGGED.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-4077176183196386677</id><published>2008-03-05T10:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:35:56.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved's birthday :D on 3/3/08~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FP2AP29I/AAAAAAAAAPE/YstgwIXoFI4/s1600-h/DSCF6101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FP2AP29I/AAAAAAAAAPE/YstgwIXoFI4/s320/DSCF6101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174078791648009170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FRGAP2-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Le2npJLbUOA/s1600-h/DSCF6110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FRGAP2-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Le2npJLbUOA/s320/DSCF6110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174078813122845666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FR2AP2_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/X5Vt_G1dCAU/s1600-h/DSCF6126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FR2AP2_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/X5Vt_G1dCAU/s320/DSCF6126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174078826007747570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FSmAP3AI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zUHO1VLuA1E/s1600-h/DSCF6127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FSmAP3AI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zUHO1VLuA1E/s320/DSCF6127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174078838892649474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FTmAP3BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v3FfrzVyhlI/s1600-h/DSCF6142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FTmAP3BI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v3FfrzVyhlI/s320/DSCF6142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174078856072518674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84F12AP3CI/AAAAAAAAAPs/np1Mp6lSrzo/s1600-h/DSCF6156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84F12AP3CI/AAAAAAAAAPs/np1Mp6lSrzo/s320/DSCF6156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174079444483038242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84F2mAP3DI/AAAAAAAAAP0/krBw6MQTZow/s1600-h/DSCF6170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84F2mAP3DI/AAAAAAAAAP0/krBw6MQTZow/s320/DSCF6170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174079457367940146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84F3GAP3EI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Vl4WbYOiKe0/s1600-h/DSCF6188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84F3GAP3EI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Vl4WbYOiKe0/s320/DSCF6188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174079465957874754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the big big big gigantic heart shape out of sand (obviously) and it was by sheer inspiration. It took me hours on it but i guess the efforts paid off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was great in the afternoon till God decided to send dark clouds over at sentosa :\&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, the dark clouds that brought rain brought superficial effect to the heart shape :D&lt;br /&gt;The outlines were redefined and and, the footsteps were paved flat. Thanks to God's wind that accompanied the rain! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Girlfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-4077176183196386677?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4077176183196386677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=4077176183196386677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4077176183196386677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4077176183196386677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/beloveds-birthday-d-on-3308.html' title='Beloved&apos;s birthday :D on 3/3/08~'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84FP2AP29I/AAAAAAAAAPE/YstgwIXoFI4/s72-c/DSCF6101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-7793928703239705980</id><published>2008-03-05T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:15:14.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84CFWAP28I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wOm0iMtpGKY/s1600-h/ilbi+ilbi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84CFWAP28I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wOm0iMtpGKY/s320/ilbi+ilbi.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174075312724499394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lao ma de character cute hor? :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-7793928703239705980?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7793928703239705980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=7793928703239705980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7793928703239705980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7793928703239705980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/03/lao-ma-de-character-cute-hor-x.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R84CFWAP28I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wOm0iMtpGKY/s72-c/ilbi+ilbi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-8349917948988619368</id><published>2008-02-22T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:42:29.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Beloved’s getting a real job soon and yes, Alvin should get one soon too.. Right right right readers? Im not going to do what I used to do for the previous years.. which is to dwell at home and get stuck to the laptop and play game. One particular reason is because this holiday which starts today is way too longgggggggggggg………..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And yes if you’re wondering why I have such a long holiday, im kinda quits from Ngee Ann Polyechnic already (: Last paper, last sem! Last day today! Well, it wont be last unless I pass all my modules which I still have a certain level of doubts on it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well well, lets talk about what I wana to work as ! hahahahah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[void]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Office works&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cleaning works&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tuitioning works- I know its good money&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[/void]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wana work as something fun! And I wana work in somewhere interesting. I know its gonna attract some laughter but Im gonna admit that I WOULD WISH TO WORK at the SINGAPORE DUCK TOUR! The website they have has it that they’re recruiting FUN LOVING PEOPLE. Hey!, I think I’m the best person for that job :X Anyway, pay’s kinda low I THINK. But wont you people agree it is the fun that I will experience while working? I mean, COUNTLESS OF foreigners you hang up with. As soon as they board the duckie ship (that’s what I call it) and till the tour ends. It’s a experience of a life time! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But on second thoughts, I dun need a high pay job. Because, my head’s gonna go back to my secondary school days style~ botak botak!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So so, I dun need a high pay job, but maybe one that pays an average of 5.50 per hour? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And and and Alvin wants to work as a camp facilitator.. he organized campppppppps and facilitated from year one to three in his poly life. And now he wants to facilitate in those camps with primary/ secondary school students as the primary audience. Maybe partly because I was kinda inspired by my leader back in my primary school OUTDOOR CAMP!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My classmate even clinched a good job offer as a camp facilitator. SGD 220 for 3 days 2 nights! Oh boy.. how I wished I got the offer too.. And the camp facilitators that jobsdb.com&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is hiring requires one to submit a cover letter. Which im sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lazy to do so. I cant help it. Im got ‘LAZINESS’ in my blood =X&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay and I think I should stop blogging for now. Alvin studied so SO SO SOOOOOOO hard and became so studious all of the sudden over the night just for the paper today. And thank God my overnight study did help loads in the paper. Well, I didn’t sleep for the whole night because my classmates suggested a night out at the CCK Macdonalds (Teck Whye) just to study. Thinking that it is our last paper and most likely our last few times meeting up with each other, I decided to join them. Despite facing the fact that the venue was @ the other side of Singapore, I still went. They’re even at town at this instant in celebration of the GRADUATION from ngee ann polytechnic. I regretted not joining them but I know my limits. My body cant do without sleep. Whats more is I don’t wan my girlfriend to worry. She gets so worried bout me sometimes that her pimple are popping out. So im good boy today. Off to bed I go ~ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bye readers, Love sweetheart!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-8349917948988619368?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8349917948988619368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=8349917948988619368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8349917948988619368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8349917948988619368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-beloveds-getting-real-job-soon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-6421510753159259306</id><published>2008-02-19T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:59:05.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’ve been bugged to update these few days especially by Mrs Ng Mu Zhu. I know I haven bee updating my blog for very long.. partly because I was taken up too much in games. Ever since my second last paper ended 2 weeks ago, I’ve been dwelling on games. No studying, no books. Good life eh? But now, papers are coming on this Friday. And yes, as usual I haven studied much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I got no idea how I am going to scrape through and graduate from Ngee Ann ):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But nevertheless! I shall still have COOOOOOOONNNFIIIDEEEEEENCEEEEEEE ^^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-6421510753159259306?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6421510753159259306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=6421510753159259306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6421510753159259306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6421510753159259306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/02/hehhe.html' title='hehhe'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-9067578248557051568</id><published>2008-02-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:00:55.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so whats a genuine or a fake break up?</title><content type='html'>heres the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fake break up&lt;br /&gt;                                 -it makes me cry a hell lot on the day of break up itself&lt;br /&gt;                                   -i stops crying when you tell me that you don't wana break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A genuine break ip&lt;br /&gt;                                    -it makes me cry a hell lot on the day of break up itself&lt;br /&gt;                                    -(trying to experience it now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, the fake breaks up make me tear and tear. And this afternoon. I cried till i felt so feeble. I locked my room up and started playing christian music from my speakers. I fell to my knees, so weak like a child. I praised God in a feeble body and i was crying so badly till my voice went distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered in cold water at 11 50pm, after our conversation. Having a headache and a cough, i've got completely no idea why i did go shower in coldness despite having a heater at home. But i do feel cool-ed off. I can't handle everything now. Its like a meteor landing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have your future in my hands. I can't believe it myself either. But, its true. I don't wana be cruel and hold you back. I'm not much better than a jerk. I'm sorry. You deserve someone much better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headache is getting back on me and i guess its time for me to quieten down my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`im sorry and please forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-9067578248557051568?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/9067578248557051568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=9067578248557051568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/9067578248557051568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/9067578248557051568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-whats-genuine-or-fake-break-up.html' title='so whats a genuine or a fake break up?'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3965176764681567692</id><published>2008-01-30T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:57:31.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory to glory? (:</title><content type='html'>1) Set your heart to seek the Lord, God never disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't focus on the(your) problems, but focus on the promises on the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Stand before God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Wait on the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Praise God in Advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` you don't have to be a Christian to talk to Him you know (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3965176764681567692?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3965176764681567692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3965176764681567692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3965176764681567692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3965176764681567692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/glory-to-glory.html' title='Glory to glory? (:'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-6591056860163624591</id><published>2008-01-28T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:21:33.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just words from the bottom of my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R53kgLb31FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Jy5jmvycpcY/s1600-h/Youtakemyheartaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R53kgLb31FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Jy5jmvycpcY/s320/Youtakemyheartaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160531989513098322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You take my breath away;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart away;&lt;br /&gt;You even stole my soul away;&lt;br /&gt;How precious are you, my beloved lady;&lt;br /&gt;How much more love do u deserve, from a average young man like me;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forgive me for my inadequateness. All i want is to shower you with Love !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-6591056860163624591?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6591056860163624591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=6591056860163624591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6591056860163624591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6591056860163624591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-words-from-bottom-of-my-heart_28.html' title='just words from the bottom of my heart.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R53kgLb31FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Jy5jmvycpcY/s72-c/Youtakemyheartaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-5408511211812114092</id><published>2008-01-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:23:33.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4Nz9jFg0ue"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4Nz9jFg0ue" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title : You Took My Heart Away&lt;br /&gt;Artist : Michael Learns to Rock&lt;br /&gt;Album : Blue Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the moon so blue&lt;br /&gt;Turning all my thoughts to you&lt;br /&gt;I was without hopes or dreams&lt;br /&gt;I tried to dull an inner scream but you&lt;br /&gt;Saw me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on a path of air&lt;br /&gt;See your faces everywhere&lt;br /&gt;As you melt this heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand to guide me home and now&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;When my whole world was gray&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything and a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;And when it's cold at night&lt;br /&gt;And you sleep by my side&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a world so cold&lt;br /&gt;You are there to warm my soul&lt;br /&gt;You came to mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;You gave my life a brand new start and now&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;I won't fear tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Here were we stand&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning of my life&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning&lt;br /&gt;You become the meaning of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;source from: http://profile.imeem.com/mmU8Fu/music/s883m-x2/michael_learns_to_rock_you_took_my_heart_away/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-5408511211812114092?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5408511211812114092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=5408511211812114092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/5408511211812114092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/5408511211812114092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/title-you-took-my-heart-away-artist.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-8713734463192002810</id><published>2008-01-18T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:58:40.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*pat pat Alvin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's gonna be okay! YOU BET ! (over my dead body will everything be okay that is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-8713734463192002810?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8713734463192002810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=8713734463192002810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8713734463192002810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8713734463192002810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/pat-pat-alvin-everythings-gonna-be-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3852719430514511707</id><published>2008-01-18T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:16:54.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want is u la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oD9GAwyul_"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oD9GAwyul_" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say Music = LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Where no music = no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alvin says that music is more than a rhythm produced by instruments with lyrics from some singer. Its a way of communication too. Especially to a loved one when her self esteem is so low at the moment, and when i don't know what else i could have done to make her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;" &gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;together we stand&lt;br /&gt;i'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;you know i'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;when it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;theres no place to go you know i wont give in&lt;br /&gt;no i wont give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;'cause you know we'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;just stay strong&lt;br /&gt;cause you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing you can say, nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;theres no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;so keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;cause you know we'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;we'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away i wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;before it's too late this could all disapear&lt;br /&gt;before the doors close, this comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;but with you by my side i will fight a&lt;br /&gt;nd defend i'll fight and defend yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when i say, when i say&lt;br /&gt;i believe nothings gonna change,&lt;br /&gt;nothings gonna change destiny&lt;br /&gt;what ever is ment to be&lt;br /&gt;will work out perfectly yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;" &gt;Chorus x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;" &gt;source from, http://www.circularmoney.com/lyrics/5/alkho.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3852719430514511707?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3852719430514511707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3852719430514511707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3852719430514511707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3852719430514511707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-i-want-is-u-la.html' title='all i want is u la!'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-7427021494771602373</id><published>2008-01-15T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:26:03.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt even blame you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A T&lt;br /&gt;A L L .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-7427021494771602373?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7427021494771602373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-2517545433132889329</id><published>2008-01-15T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:48:51.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>made 2, using the 2nd one as my desktop background</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R4wenPZ5hlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iwOYP5yxxdY/s1600-h/i+am+very+stressed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R4wenPZ5hlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/iwOYP5yxxdY/s320/i+am+very+stressed.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155529332931266130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First One (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R4wen_Z5hmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UPvQPNmnQXU/s1600-h/iamstress2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R4wen_Z5hmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UPvQPNmnQXU/s320/iamstress2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155529345816168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, the Second One :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-2517545433132889329?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2517545433132889329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=2517545433132889329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-6630101923205956657</id><published>2008-01-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:19:19.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alvin alvin dun be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-6630101923205956657?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6630101923205956657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=6630101923205956657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6630101923205956657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6630101923205956657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/alvin-alvin-dun-be-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-9115690359907766005</id><published>2008-01-08T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:10:22.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alvin has more to report bout his life now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his girlfriend is busy at home playing game and organising her room up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while im in school openly blogging in the classroom despite weird stares from the lecturer =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin feels so proud. HE PASSED both his modules. But the results are outrageous. One of them i got 49.HALF. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 49.FIVE T_T (49.5)&lt;br /&gt;tCher say give me 1/2 marks to pass me.. o well.. better than studying again for a re-test i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but! the paper was tough la. Pro-est only 62 =\&lt;br /&gt;I feel comforted with my 49.FIVE marks when i realised the highest in the class was only 62 =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-9115690359907766005?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/9115690359907766005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=9115690359907766005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/9115690359907766005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/9115690359907766005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/alvin-has-more-to-report-bout-his-life.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3779272619496169541</id><published>2008-01-03T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:36:48.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My life right now is horrible, at least yesterday and today didn’t seem any much different. I’m still equally hurt very much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You called in yesterday night and I don’t even know what to talk to you about. I was glad before I picked up your phone, hoping that you have thought things through. However, 10 minutes into the conversation just make me feel worst off than dead. Except that the dead doesn’t drop tears but I do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyway, special thanks to some of God’sent angels (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And God’s really real quick you know. .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As soon as He knows His beloved Alvin has been bombarded with the meteor shower of LOVE, He got people to talk to him :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;New made friends in maple were of a great help. Kyomilky and stupid cheri managed to talk to me although after each conversation we have, I still end up equally sad. But at least, I have someone to talk to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;½ old and ½ new friend apple was nice as well. I didn’t know what to talk him about cause he’s a guy but his respond to me is adequate to cheer me up a little. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And and another one. DA FEI ZHU (li89)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;called me yesterday night. With constant statements of “you okay not?” and calling me asking if “OI, you okay not?” were all appreciated. She cheered me up with her lameness that can only make me smile er.. maybe like 2 out of her 10 jokes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But but something more unbelievable happened. Guess who called? This one really cheered me up. ALOT.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Princess zhu gave me a ring at 12 37am. It was when I really really&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;needed someone to really talk to, she called in. She got the perfect second and minute and hour and day. So, not God sent, then what? Bugged by her own relational problems with her current affairs, we consoled each other. We had a great laugh off session over the phone with her stupid mistakes and mine. Well, she’s really good at making people smile. Especially when we kinda lost touch for so long when YOU came back to Singapore and WE decided to get together, physically as our next phase of our relationship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Don’t get me wrong that im trying to say anything here. But just to tell the people reading my blog that, princess zhu really hit the right perfect second, minute and hour this morning at 00 37. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And and, I lost contact with princess zhu because I knew you’ll be jealous. That’s why I didn’t contact her. O well, she still called me!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And and, first things first. I didn’t even expect her call at all! Its just so unexpected. I didn’t let her know what happened at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When asked why she called, she just told me that she looked at her house phone and rememberd Alvin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God’s good and efficient and extremely fast isn’t it? God PRO :D Amen! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I still want you back Ping, wherever you are. But if you think that there’s too much for you to handle and comparisons cant be helped but kept flowing into your mind, choose whats best for you. Don’t think of my feelings because my heart seems to have been devoured by a werewolf or something already. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Im so lost so lost. Someone throw me an Emergency Rescue Tube into the big ocean please. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can picture and describe myself as being stranded in the dead sea. Its so oily and dirty as such that I can float. But I cant seem to get anywhere nor can I see any shores I can swim to. I feel stuck. Really stuck. So someone please find a way to “throw me an Emergency Rescue Tube”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’m done with expressing my heartfelt thanks and gratitude to the people already. But in the end, I just wana thank YOU for all you’ve deposited in me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Misunderstandings and Grudges will I not keep, for I will only remember the good times we had”- Alvin Ng, the sad pig&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Loving you with all my heart made me learn how fragile love is”- Alvin Ng, the sad pig&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I like the way you behave, your smile, laughter, actions and charisma. But you started to compare when he kept meeting you up”- Alvin Ng, the sad pig&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“If Loving you is a crime, I’ll rather be locked inside your Heart forever Ping.”- Alvin Ng, the sad pig&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“When too much is being said after the damage is done, clean up the milk and hope tomorrow will be a better day!”- Alvin Ng, the sad pig&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I don’t live for anyone except God. But you can influence me. You are influential Ping.”– Alvin Ng, the sad pig&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hey, I can be a great ___ (what occupation is it?) All these only took 20 minutes! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3779272619496169541?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3779272619496169541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3779272619496169541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3779272619496169541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3779272619496169541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-right-now-is-horrible-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-8406354440569360450</id><published>2008-01-03T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:40:20.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will never love the same again.&lt;br /&gt;all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-8406354440569360450?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8406354440569360450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=8406354440569360450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8406354440569360450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8406354440569360450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-never-love-same-again.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-1987654887079820817</id><published>2008-01-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:34:09.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JqEjYvQpTk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JqEjYvQpTk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="7itTkycPY8uCpiAtext" class="secondaryColor"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I can't forget &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;this evening &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(i will never forget what happened, and never forget you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way this story goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;always smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in you eyes your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;When I had you there but then I let you go&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( i dont wana let u go anymore )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's only fair that I should let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I cant live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;If living is without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I can't live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't give,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way this story goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in you eyes your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If living is without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh(No can't live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no (No I can't live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live (No can't live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If living is without (No I can't live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live (No can't live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give anymore (No I can't live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source from http://endellia.imeem.com/music/MdHGGo10/mariah_carey_without_you/&lt;br /&gt;&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/8618989183392375978-1987654887079820817?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1987654887079820817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=1987654887079820817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1987654887079820817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1987654887079820817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-i-cant-forget-this-evening-or-your.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-1468711864554343919</id><published>2008-01-03T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:23:14.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything belongs to u ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5t_Z5hgI/AAAAAAAAANw/vwbnGMK_30M/s1600-h/ss2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5t_Z5hgI/AAAAAAAAANw/vwbnGMK_30M/s320/ss2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150914798593607170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5svZ5hfI/AAAAAAAAANo/1BA_ZWnpQrQ/s1600-h/ss1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5svZ5hfI/AAAAAAAAANo/1BA_ZWnpQrQ/s320/ss1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150914777118770674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5ufZ5hhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1XGYa-0KKRw/s1600-h/ss3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5ufZ5hhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1XGYa-0KKRw/s320/ss3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150914807183541778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u6LfZ5hkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fjigNfHXZOc/s1600-h/ss6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u6LfZ5hkI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fjigNfHXZOc/s320/ss6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150915305399748162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5u_Z5hiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7ItQRmdS6LQ/s1600-h/ss4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5u_Z5hiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7ItQRmdS6LQ/s320/ss4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150914815773476386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5vPZ5hjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YIrRcsEsAJQ/s1600-h/ss5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5vPZ5hjI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YIrRcsEsAJQ/s320/ss5.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150914820068443698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 night without your normal presence in game is horrible.. i just broke down.. i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u'r the one and only girlfriend that can make me break down so much. Everything in maple belongs to you.. you saved and scrimped. Just to buy and scroll stuffs for me. I know all this. I cant continue playing this game without you around. The absence of your presence makes me feel lonely. I want to love you lik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone will never ring again&lt;br /&gt;My phone wont ring the sms tonne as often again&lt;br /&gt;Everynight, i wont have calls&lt;br /&gt;Everynight, i dont have someone to call to&lt;br /&gt;I cant send fly kisses over the phone from tampines to chua chu kang already&lt;br /&gt;I cant say I LOVE YOU over the phone anymore&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless can i say I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do so much things. That i realised, i cant live without you. I CANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My everything belongs to you. I was made for you. Definitely! Baby, come back to me please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-1468711864554343919?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1468711864554343919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=1468711864554343919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1468711864554343919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1468711864554343919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/everything-belongs-to-u.html' title='everything belongs to u ..'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R3u5t_Z5hgI/AAAAAAAAANw/vwbnGMK_30M/s72-c/ss2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3308763027534173812</id><published>2008-01-02T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:51:48.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was a harsh statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin lived to love that someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin lived to make that someone glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin lived to make that someone smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin lived to .. say "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin dont want regrets. Neither do u, i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, help the one with the confused mind. Im sure she will find&lt;br /&gt;what she really wants in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3308763027534173812?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3308763027534173812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3308763027534173812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3308763027534173812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3308763027534173812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-harsh-statement.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-6381097469410791141</id><published>2008-01-02T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:46:12.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, im sad (:</title><content type='html'>"im sad (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means im sad with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happily sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thrased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost this time. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it to one with a confused mind. Totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel crazy. I ask my maple mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad pig: " can cut myself, or go to the gym and thrash it out at the machines?"&lt;br /&gt;mama: " dun do anything stupid because of love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship has been more than love itself&lt;br /&gt;"its also about understanding each other and growing up together"&lt;br /&gt;and now im happily sad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cry a river for u when no one is looking, and tell the whole world i'm fine when im outside with my heart crying out to the one i truly love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-6381097469410791141?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6381097469410791141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=6381097469410791141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6381097469410791141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6381097469410791141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-im-sad.html' title='hey, im sad (:'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-6960891182179394054</id><published>2007-12-18T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T11:29:15.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweetie, i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy working in your new workspace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-6960891182179394054?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6960891182179394054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=6960891182179394054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6960891182179394054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6960891182179394054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweetie-i-love-you-happy-working-in.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-479250546217537016</id><published>2007-12-17T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:32:58.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor kitty..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R2ZKfPZ5heI/AAAAAAAAANg/Zg-v7JSKUUw/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R2ZKfPZ5heI/AAAAAAAAANg/Zg-v7JSKUUw/s320/DSC00555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144881524888929762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kitty was stuck in between the wooden door and the metal gate.. i spotted it this morning when i was walking towards the train station for school.. Upon spotting it, i had this intuition in me that i should go knock on the wooden door and tell them about the poor kitty but i didnt cause i was kinda late for school. I walked off hoping that some passer-bys walking past the area would knock on the door and hopefully someone inside the "house" would take appropriate actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"house" is actually a temporary house made up by some Bangladeshi workers. Because they had upgrading some works on some of the HDB blocks nearby.. they decided to build this "house" near their working site. But but, this door where kitty is stuck at, is at the back. Which means, it is the "back door" where i guess they don't take notice at all or check it at all. Throughout the train ride, i had thoughts whether the kitty would be alright. Whether some kind soul would helo it out or something.. When i reached class, i even showed the picture above to my classmates. They had no comments but certainly, i really emphatized the cat. Its really really at a pathetic state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe me if i tell you that it had its eyeballs twitched on 2 different opposite directions and its red in color. It even whined (cat's version) when i bent down to look at it. Except, it wasnt as loud as some other cats of its size would whine like. It was soft, sounding like a kitten. It really really looked very very pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It totally resembled those pictures you see on the papers about the "cat serial murderer". Its just that it didnt have scars on the body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was over quick and it started to pour even before i left school. Strolling in the drizzle out of school, i was soon on my way in the train back to Tampines. Having thoughts of the poor kitty still, i pondered upon whether the kitty has been saved out yet. Nevertheless, i didnt take the risk upon assumption if it was being rescued or, not. Alighting from tampines station, i ran to the "house" praying that poor kitty would be alright. I told myself that i'll be guilty for my whole life if poor kitty has shivered to its death while being kinda exposed to the pouring rain. When i reached the back gate, POOR KITTY WAS STILL THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, oh my goodness! I just knocked on the door hoping that someone open. And -_- they didnt open. I ran to their front gate and just opened their office door without knocking and looked at them when i looked no better than a drenched duck. Informing them that there is actually a poor kitty stuck, one of them immediately took an umbrella and followed me to the back gate and witnessed the shivering kitty. He went back in and opened the door and kitty stood up immediately.. Though its 2 front legs seemed to have been numb cause it was only half bent. I told the personnel that followed me, please take care of the cat and he assured me he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i do hope he would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty is free, but i got no idea if it suffered injuries. But but. Alvin had a sense of satisfaction today. REALLY! it feels better than scoring a A! better than receiving praises! better than finishing my major papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin saved a poor kitty! One that has its eyeballs twitched in red, shivering near the exposed rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, end of story! i know its long :D&lt;br /&gt;And and im glad! Though i look as good as a "drenched pig" now as how beloved would describe me when she sees me wet, im glad i did something for a helpless kitty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-479250546217537016?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/479250546217537016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=479250546217537016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/479250546217537016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/479250546217537016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/poor-kitty.html' title='poor kitty..'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R2ZKfPZ5heI/AAAAAAAAANg/Zg-v7JSKUUw/s72-c/DSC00555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-1741417757009173224</id><published>2007-12-10T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:40:15.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a sad pig</title><content type='html'>it takes 2 hands to clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes 2 hands to hold on to when strolling down the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it take 2 minds to quarrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most pathetic one, it takes 2 eyes to tear.&lt;br /&gt;off to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Sad Pig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-1741417757009173224?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1741417757009173224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=1741417757009173224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1741417757009173224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1741417757009173224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-sad-pig_10.html' title='i&apos;m a sad pig'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-2318025502288702762</id><published>2007-12-10T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:13:21.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's awesome (:</title><content type='html'>My body welcomed the morning with a slight ache in the tummy. Ignored the slight ache and went off to tampines MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend called and i lied bout going to school cause i wanted to pop out at her house (: But soon after reaching the train station, i got to end the convo. Cause my body told me i needed the toilet at tampines mall instead of those defaults one that are beside the train stations. Those just stink, please. Much of a discomfort was released in the form of **** in the cubicle and i happily travelled to CCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while the train was approaching CCK, my tummy gave me another toilet alarm. Alighting from the train, I had to rush down to Lot 1's shopper's mall to make do with the level one toilets. And thank God cause in the whole stretch(small) of cubicles, the middle one was left open and unoccupied for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests were the best torture lecturers gave. Exams were the best nightmare lecturers gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time its exams. Got no idea what my notes were about. Sophisticated numbers with weird symbols, oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend welcomed me with a great big hug! and yes, it was sweet of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, we quarreled badly because i did something wrong. Beloved, you know i didnt mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school for revision and things were AWESOMEly atrocious. The test papers dont make sense at all. My answers are _______________no__________link____________ at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, guess its more revision for me. And and and! I managed to call beloved a couple of times while in school! And every call seems to make matters worst ): Things got so bad that i decided to rush down to your place( below your block ).. and anticipated that you would come down and see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was conductive below your block to study so i decided to stay. You said you wont come down but i figured, i could just stay around to study. Besides, the uncle sitting at the same table as me even picked up a fast casual conversation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was when you told me your sister laughed at me, for continuing to wait for you even though i know you wouldnt come down. I didnt know how to respond. =\ i felt so much of a useless idiot that even got mocked at by the girlfriend's sister. I really cant describe how i was feeling at the moment. I was sad, but perhaps not devastated. I stayed for a while longer, to enjoy the evening breeze below your block. Then i decided to go home like what you told me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strolling to Lot 1 in the drizzle was fun. Because, when you cry in the rain, people dont realise. Train back home was fun. With my laptop. I did lots of things. And edited a picture i like most. =D The picture is belowwwwwww =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i felt glad that i did a nice picture out, the worst happened. Upon reaching tampines station and walking back home, i attempted to reach for my phone in my pocket and tried to switch it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because i wanted to tell you i miss you and im already walking home. But, i actually slipped on the tiles on a shelterd walkway, and thereafter had both my knees bruised. Fortunately, laptop landed on my laps instead of the ground. The pain was enough to keep me staggering for the new few minutes while walking home and not attempting to reach for my phone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was till i reached home that i decided to call u, to tell u that im home. I coudnt talk more, cause i feel so sorry as such that my tongue just refused me to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for what i did. I'm really sorry. Please, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142330644011838946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R106ebnubeI/AAAAAAAAANY/T6QEtMnCMw0/s320/night_safari_jpeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-2318025502288702762?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2318025502288702762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=2318025502288702762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2318025502288702762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2318025502288702762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/todays-awesome.html' title='today&apos;s awesome (:'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R106ebnubeI/AAAAAAAAANY/T6QEtMnCMw0/s72-c/night_safari_jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-1671328435940846563</id><published>2007-12-10T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:59:51.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>CUDDLING in the train carriage on both seats is right ? or wrong for a couple? Hmm. I’ve got no idea..im on the train right now.. while being back from church. Im sitting beside this couple that has completely no idea how many people are staring at them.&lt;br /&gt;Looking chinese, the man which looks moderately-built is cuddling his girlfriend in the train. He was so close with the girlfriend and just hugging and kissing her.. =\ I felt so disturbed, even when im not in front of them, looking at them. I reall pity the young boy which is in front of them .. -.- some entertainment in the train eh?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle aunties looking at them.. young couples too.. and and. =X im blogging about them too! Heng they don’t understand english.. or cannot be bothered to look at my screen and look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guy just cant stop touching his girlfriend on the train.. hahah :X&lt;br /&gt;O well, 3 more stops before home (: then some rest (sleep) for me, then followed by books, notes, foolscaps, e mails, projects, posters.. to summarise, its hell T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-1671328435940846563?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1671328435940846563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=1671328435940846563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1671328435940846563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1671328435940846563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-8265894114691759014</id><published>2007-12-07T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:43:39.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very very very pain</title><content type='html'>my head is in pain now.. real pain.. headacheeeeee. real headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin's uber sick now. and im waiting for some group mate to come school. to take a group picture. then i can freaking go home and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to come down in the morning yesterday night and he ackowledged with thanks.&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning today, he didnt even bother to reply a sms or pick up the call. and instead, got someone to call on behalf of him. zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how priviledged arent you? u got a sick man infected with fever, SEVERE headache, cold and flu waiting for u and hoping that you would pop out in the morning. oh ya, and cough too. im totally disgusted and disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last minute sms even in the morning would make me least pissed. BUT. u didnt even bother -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-8265894114691759014?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8265894114691759014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=8265894114691759014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8265894114691759014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8265894114691759014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-very-very-pain.html' title='very very very pain'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-5314877681421618590</id><published>2007-12-04T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:42:36.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a sad pig</title><content type='html'>WHY U BU REPLY WO DE T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin's sad&lt;br /&gt;feeling sad-ed&lt;br /&gt;involved in sad-ment&lt;br /&gt;such a sad-ing end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww ):&lt;br /&gt;alvin's suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh a sad-istic person today ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-5314877681421618590?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5314877681421618590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=5314877681421618590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/5314877681421618590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/5314877681421618590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-sad-pig.html' title='i&apos;m a sad pig'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-1668021427474731748</id><published>2007-11-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:00:41.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alvin says, " You don't stab someone in the back and after you realise he's hurt, you say sorry! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin's just vexed, thats all. All thanks to the headache that came back to me when it decided that it didnt wanted to leave my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, wheres my panadols EXTRA =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-1668021427474731748?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1668021427474731748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=1668021427474731748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1668021427474731748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1668021427474731748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/alvin-says-you-dont-stab-someone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-4694213526992240239</id><published>2007-11-26T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:57:01.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop rushing me la SEN YUAN :D</title><content type='html'>lap top crashed for the sake of the good alvin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it crashed AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;hardisks are supposed to have a life time of 5 years ! andddddddd guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALVIN'S LAPTOP HARDISK had already been replaced before. Which also means, the new one im going to get is the 3 hardisk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW GREAT HUH -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and. my laptop is at the service centre now. and i just feel pretty much screwed now. Presentation tomorrow, FINAL PRESENTATION (VIVA) this thursday.. programming NOT DONE yet.. not transferred over to PLC.. and and and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my kuku classmate is actually rushing me to type this post out. CAUSE ITS his laptop .. *sigh..wheres my laptop T____T i miss ittttttttttttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. i miss that someone more. She's like busy playing her game now. Glued to the monitor again =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-4694213526992240239?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4694213526992240239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=4694213526992240239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4694213526992240239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4694213526992240239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/stop-rushing-me-la-sen-yuan-d.html' title='stop rushing me la SEN YUAN :D'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3697277296360715002</id><published>2007-11-22T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:25:17.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>programming. screwwwww it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuCC0ErpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/39cvgQmnfcY/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuCC0ErpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/39cvgQmnfcY/s320/DSC00527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135561562735816338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuCy0ErqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GO6190ADVoI/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuCy0ErqI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GO6190ADVoI/s320/DSC00528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135561575620718242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuDC0ErrI/AAAAAAAAANA/nJ1Je7aeRyU/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuDC0ErrI/AAAAAAAAANA/nJ1Je7aeRyU/s320/DSC00529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135561579915685554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuES0ErsI/AAAAAAAAANI/-OL2keEJucU/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuES0ErsI/AAAAAAAAANI/-OL2keEJucU/s320/DSC00530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135561601390522050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuEi0ErtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vnGStG3GAEU/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuEi0ErtI/AAAAAAAAANQ/vnGStG3GAEU/s320/DSC00531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135561605685489362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha im in lab again people!&lt;br /&gt;FYP project lab some call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, im a happy man. ^^ cause, i've got pizza for freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee though its only a slice from another group's technician. And and and! MY PROGRAMMING! HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS STILL AS SCREWED -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got no idea how to fix it. I hope i can get it done by tomorrow i hope.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's napfa (: Alvin's UNITED NATIONS at the abdominals will make it through the pain-staking, emotinal-stressting and and and!!~ muscle-aching STATION!! T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3697277296360715002?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3697277296360715002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3697277296360715002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3697277296360715002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3697277296360715002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/programming-screwwwww-it.html' title='programming. screwwwww it.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/R0UuCC0ErpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/39cvgQmnfcY/s72-c/DSC00527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3687305357379858529</id><published>2007-11-19T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:15:35.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise</title><content type='html'>Baby, we may not be the best&lt;br /&gt;of what we are,&lt;br /&gt;we may not talk often,&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;that no matter&lt;br /&gt;how difficult things can be,&lt;br /&gt;In the long run&lt;br /&gt;You will still have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b class="name"&gt;source: alicia smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3687305357379858529?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3687305357379858529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3687305357379858529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3687305357379858529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3687305357379858529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/promise.html' title='A promise'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-8482442924634654868</id><published>2007-11-16T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:00:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>programming in class aint making any improvements as well.</title><content type='html'>im still stuck in the same old progress at the programming for my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint getting any better, but only getting worst at the seconds that pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escaped the class for 2.5 hours with a group of 9 inclusive of me, we went to Lot 1 at Chua Chu Kang.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was near Beloved's place and i wanted to ask her down. Only if its for a minute or two that i can see her smile, ill be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;But she called in surprisingly when i was about to enter the lift with my pals and i was forced to put down the phone. Well, no reception mah. Beloved, im sorry to have been unable to talk to you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later while both of us were being engaged in sms-ing, she said she wanted to sleep though i kept my fingers crossed hard that she would call be back. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but, the outing was fun though. Im back in the lab now, too full to type anything out. Or rather, additional information that happened at Lot 1 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, i like this design of my character in maple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rz0_Li0ErnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/te26Ps7CS_U/s1600-h/DSC00520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rz0_Li0ErnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/te26Ps7CS_U/s320/DSC00520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133328617828560498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rz0_Ly0EroI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AaPVMDhiqlQ/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rz0_Ly0EroI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AaPVMDhiqlQ/s320/DSC00521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133328622123527810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-8482442924634654868?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/8482442924634654868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=8482442924634654868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8482442924634654868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/8482442924634654868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/programming-in-class-aint-making-any.html' title='programming in class aint making any improvements as well.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rz0_Li0ErnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/te26Ps7CS_U/s72-c/DSC00520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-1660997336899632030</id><published>2007-11-15T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:23:04.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sick of programming.</title><content type='html'>programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming programming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im sick of it. And looking at the number of "programming" i copy + pasted, it makes me feel worst. Being stuck in school for project where i have to do all the kuku programming myself sucks. Beloved wanted to help, but i figured both of us are going to have a hard time doing the programming as well. Two presentations due next week are causing me to having outbreaks =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i don't really care about the outbreak where all i care is, in the midst of everything, i dont want to neglect my beloved. thats all &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-1660997336899632030?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/1660997336899632030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=1660997336899632030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1660997336899632030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/1660997336899632030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sick-of-programming.html' title='im sick of programming.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-1338702192660589402</id><published>2007-11-06T10:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:23:43.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one in a million, and thats what you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/L7r-vGjGIM/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/L7r-vGjGIM/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="290" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million, Oh now&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million, Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't hate you every day&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can fall for everyone you see&lt;br /&gt;Only one can really make me stay&lt;br /&gt;A sign from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for that special one&lt;br /&gt;And I've been searching for someone to give my love&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought that all the hope was gone&lt;br /&gt;You smile, there you were and I was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always will remember how I felt that day&lt;br /&gt;A feeling indescribable to me, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I always knew there was an answer for my prayer&lt;br /&gt;And you, you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;I was cool and everything was possible&lt;br /&gt;You tried to catch me but it wasn't possible&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could hurt me it was my game&lt;br /&gt;Until I met you baby and went insane&lt;br /&gt;And when you didn't want me, I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;Because the finer thing bout it was I like to go&lt;br /&gt;I like it when its difficult I like it when it's hard&lt;br /&gt;You know it's worth it if ya find your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;br /&gt;You're once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million, Oh&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-1338702192660589402?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-4391645279041947152</id><published>2007-11-06T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:23:26.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 her</title><content type='html'>Im in class now and i dun even know what time im meeting with beloved later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer's busy taking attendance while im busy blogging =DD (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaken by the sweet call of beloved, i was still late for school =\&lt;br /&gt;because, my alarms didnt manage to wake me up for the pass 1/2 an hour when it was supposed to ring at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my lecturer's a real joker =D&lt;br /&gt;hes explaining the logics of calculating IQ in human brains. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-4391645279041947152?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4391645279041947152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=4391645279041947152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4391645279041947152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4391645279041947152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-in-million-and-thats-what-u-are.html' title='&lt;3 her'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-4439424224384107735</id><published>2007-11-05T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:50:12.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to blog ah !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Was supposed to blog this at 1am+ when I reached home on later staurday night. However, I was too tired to blog already. =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hence, im going to blog now! Having no church cell group gathering tonight, beloved and myself has decided to go pay my family-tree, relatives a visit. And that is, to the Singapore zoological gardens! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Picking beloved off her blocks at 11 30, we went to the zoo via the bus. Initially, we had intentions to visit the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; zoo and the night safari on 2 different days. But we just happen to find out that the “park-hopper” package allows us to pay 30SGD per person and can hop hop hop to different parks. Hence, we decided to adventure to both the zoo and the night safari on that day itself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;God was great to have held back the dark clouds that kinda welcomed the tourists and us when we reached the entrance with our tickers at around half past noon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And while we were walking in, I was trying to look out for a signage that might say,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Selamat Datang Singapore Zoo”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But, to no avail T_T But Malaysia has it mah. So I figured Singapore zoo might have it as well. O well, but that’s not the point of this post. =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The point is, beloved and myself had fun. And perhaps, I’ll let the pictures [random] do the talking and continue after the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; white tiger &lt;3&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7icXwoglI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2slNlgsx-Bo/s1600-h/DSCF5429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7icXwoglI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2slNlgsx-Bo/s320/DSCF5429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129286002663785042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;luo han in the zoooo =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7idHwogmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kEjmTMOV98Q/s1600-h/DSCF5438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7idHwogmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kEjmTMOV98Q/s320/DSCF5438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129286015548686946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle boar decided to lie down [missing horn on the right]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7idXwognI/AAAAAAAAAKw/238R5cczvaU/s1600-h/DSCF5447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7idXwognI/AAAAAAAAAKw/238R5cczvaU/s320/DSCF5447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129286019843654258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shes just that curious sometimes  =D&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7id3wogoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/g9xeFBgSzxg/s320/DSCF5451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129286028433588866" border="0" /&gt;ah, this guy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7ieXwogpI/AAAAAAAAALA/EzwZ5zKbssw/s1600-h/DSCF5453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7ieXwogpI/AAAAAAAAALA/EzwZ5zKbssw/s320/DSCF5453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129286037023523474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iguanas are adoration=D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lKXwogqI/AAAAAAAAALI/rKoj1OENE6c/s1600-h/DSCF5455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lKXwogqI/AAAAAAAAALI/rKoj1OENE6c/s320/DSCF5455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129288991961023138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can u imagine that beloved was hopping around when she saw this sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lLHwogrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/clMj18LdXAQ/s1600-h/DSCF5456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lLHwogrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/clMj18LdXAQ/s320/DSCF5456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129289004845925042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shoot water.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lL3wogsI/AAAAAAAAALY/yUWebE9Dnoc/s1600-h/DSCF5466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lL3wogsI/AAAAAAAAALY/yUWebE9Dnoc/s320/DSCF5466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129289017730826946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i dun shoot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lMHwogtI/AAAAAAAAALg/gKiqtntNLjY/s1600-h/DSCF5467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lMHwogtI/AAAAAAAAALg/gKiqtntNLjY/s320/DSCF5467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129289022025794258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may look small, but my head is big =D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lM3woguI/AAAAAAAAALo/GHnM8U9JxYI/s1600-h/DSCF5474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7lM3woguI/AAAAAAAAALo/GHnM8U9JxYI/s320/DSCF5474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129289034910696162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The zoo closes at 6 in the evening and both of us left the zoo at 17 45 =\ But but but, we spent the last forty minutes from 1700- 17 45 trying to find the “sun bears”. Though being big in size and supposingly visible in one way or the other, beloved and myself still can’t spot it anywhere. All we saw were orange monkey “ah meng” descendants climbing around playing with the haversacks and their food and teasing within their own friends. The sun bears were supposed to be located at a 5 minutes walkway from the “ah meng” descendants, have been shifted near to the descendants cause their own habitat area is under construction or something. Well, though being disappointed that the sun bears couldn’t be spotted, we still completed/ spotted every single animal listed on the Singapore Zoological map! =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;KFC was dinner and after that, it was night safari time (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Introduced as the world’s first night safari, there is certainly no doubt that visitors from all around the world come here on a typical Saturday night. Crowds at the entrance were a lot more than those we met at the zoo =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Despite the busy human traffic we met up with at the entrance, beloved and myself still managed to make our way to the “creatures of the night” show and with e great centre view still! &lt;3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I’m not going to continue to list out what exactly the details of the show are cause you can just make your way down and you can see it yourself! =D &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When the show ended, adventurous couple Alvin and Ping decided to walk through every single walk-able route in the night safari. The walk-able routes was fun especially with a loving girl around but I figured that the tram ride might be better, somehow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Everything was fun but I guess the best part was when beloved asked me to carry her around :X &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I ought to have taken a picture of her blush when she got down from my back with that “2pid boyfriend, ask u put me down dun wan. Now complain I fat” face :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-4439424224384107735?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4439424224384107735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=4439424224384107735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4439424224384107735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4439424224384107735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-time-to-blog-ah.html' title='No time to blog ah !'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Ry7icXwoglI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2slNlgsx-Bo/s72-c/DSCF5429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-7240977419814229221</id><published>2007-11-02T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:30:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as usual (:</title><content type='html'>This morning is A USUAL DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempts from different personnels to wake me up failed terribly as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved was sweet to send me a sms that failed to wake me up again as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for class again for 1 hour as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technician had black face with me as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back slacking at my personal workplace blogging AS USUAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved called me and accompanied me throughout the whole trip to school. And surprisingly, our phones didnt got cut off at all when my train went in 2 tunnels! &lt;3 Only got cut off when i enter the lift up to my block. Well, engineering blocks' lifts always cut off phone connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd i wonder if she would call me back :X she didnt even reply my sms =\ Must be being obsessed with her game again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-7240977419814229221?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7240977419814229221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=7240977419814229221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7240977419814229221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7240977419814229221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-usual_01.html' title='as usual (:'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-4776243617426844244</id><published>2007-11-01T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:25:47.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what do you do when you're too lazy to get a proper meal? =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTG3woggI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iAie8V-53_w/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTG3woggI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iAie8V-53_w/s320/DSC00503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127861765738627586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTH3woghI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sh5uMIQ4lys/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTH3woghI/AAAAAAAAAKE/sh5uMIQ4lys/s320/DSC00504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127861782918496786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTIHwogiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/30p1WX00134/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTIHwogiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/30p1WX00134/s320/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127861787213464098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTInwogjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tw0uZGRvSW0/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTInwogjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tw0uZGRvSW0/s320/DSC00506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127861795803398706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Take my Red GNC bottle =D&lt;br /&gt;2) Take out my Supplementsssss (they taste better in powder form)&lt;br /&gt;3) Take out those ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then make my favourite meal replacement with 400ml of water (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. today was hell lot of a bad day -_-&lt;br /&gt;programming wasnt getting into my head. Instead, drowsiness of medications were. And yes, alvin's sick but under the loving care of his beloved Ping (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-4776243617426844244?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4776243617426844244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=4776243617426844244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4776243617426844244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4776243617426844244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-what-do-you-do-when-youre-too-lazy.html' title='So what do you do when you&apos;re too lazy to get a proper meal? =D'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RynTG3woggI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iAie8V-53_w/s72-c/DSC00503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-5516159326896175433</id><published>2007-10-30T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:19:14.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.R.E.D</title><content type='html'>i am . and its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's coming home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i know she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all those things i've done.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll have to explain verbally (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-5516159326896175433?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/5516159326896175433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=5516159326896175433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/5516159326896175433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/5516159326896175433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/bored.html' title='B.O.R.E.D'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3187326004112017057</id><published>2007-10-28T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:09:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>main dish with a side dish?</title><content type='html'>Done with church and im back at home now. Something's missing right now but i dunnoe what is it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im going to the kitchen for lunch soon &lt;3 cause mum cooked it! hahaha shes going to scream soon if i still dont go dig in or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going back to new creation later on if the rain stops in due time -_-&lt;br /&gt;yes, its raining at Tampines now and theres 50 minutes for the rain to stop to prevent myself from getting wet while travelling to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess im gonna blog summore later on .. ? I hope so! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i don't know how to respond anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3187326004112017057?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3187326004112017057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3187326004112017057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3187326004112017057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3187326004112017057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/main-dish-with-side-dish.html' title='main dish with a side dish?'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-7357597357049717440</id><published>2007-10-27T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:07:41.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shouldnt even have called</title><content type='html'>maybe i took the wrong step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe maybe i did. maybe maybe i didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you just fill my mind everytime i wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is exactly very much how im feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;i wish u knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RyLHfnwogfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cZB6JqetaN4/s1600-h/heart_backslash.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RyLHfnwogfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cZB6JqetaN4/s320/heart_backslash.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125878671963881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-7357597357049717440?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/7357597357049717440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=7357597357049717440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7357597357049717440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/7357597357049717440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/shouldnt-even-have-called.html' title='shouldnt even have called'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RyLHfnwogfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cZB6JqetaN4/s72-c/heart_backslash.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-6505271134353353198</id><published>2007-10-27T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:54:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pleasant surprise</title><content type='html'>The essay story of 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Oct 2007, in Alvin's life =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- skip skip skip skip introduction -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle part of story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before being asleep, the animal found its way beside me. He was a nice host to the house as well. He tugged himself comfortably in my arms while i was trying various positions to sleep. But being afraid he would lick me passionately on my face again, i decided to shift him off myself before i really decided to close my eyes and sleep. 1 hour(s) and 55 minutes of sleep time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awaken. Awaken not by the animal but by some gentle voice. I wasn't sure of what was being said to me but i knew that i couldn't sleep and laze anymore on the bed like what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; used to do at home. Why? Because my sleepy eyes at that time saw the the animal spinning around as though anytime it would fall on me, and the lady with the gentle voice was staring at me and saying now, "WAKE UP LA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon being proposed to go wash my face that has been licked many times by the animal itself, i saw my breakfast o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RyIuoXwogeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/c01uXKtklf0/s1600-h/DSCF5415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RyIuoXwogeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/c01uXKtklf0/s320/DSCF5415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125710597008687586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, shocked, envious, lovely ? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what adjectives to describe! She was lovely and made me feel very shocked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look pleasantly surprising? The lady forgo-ed her well deserved sleep, her tired slim legs, her physical and mental limits and went forth to the market, to hunt down ingredients for her pork porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back in front of the television in a jiffy where the porridge was, after washing my face. The lady was keen on asking me to try the porridge. She insisted that i took 1/4 of a mouth spoon of the soup first to tell her if the taste was right. And yes, the taste was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, she wanted me to start on the porridge. Focusing her eyes on my spoon, she was staring at me from the moment when i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sticked&lt;/span&gt; the spoon into the porridge, out the porridge, above the porridge, before entering my mouth, entering my mouth and when she saw the weird expression on my face upon swallowing, shes asked "NOT NICE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MEH&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to respond exactly. I didn't taste the saltiness/sourness/bitterness etc of the porridge. But instead, i tasted the sweetness of the Lady that "put-ted" her efforts in cooking the pork porridge for her 1st time for me. I was very very much touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for an answer from my mouth, i answered, "very nice! (:"&lt;br /&gt;Well, i had to answer that way because partly, i still have to go home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it? =\&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the porridge was very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being easily contended with my answer, she rushed off to the kitchen to get herself a bowl of the porridge too. She sat beside me with the bowl of porridge and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- skip skip skip skip ending -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady's nice, no doubt and "despite being funny (at times), or cute, or sweet, shes actually quite serious and strict"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady's real sweet (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-6505271134353353198?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6505271134353353198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=6505271134353353198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6505271134353353198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6505271134353353198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/pleasant-surprise.html' title='a pleasant surprise'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RyIuoXwogeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/c01uXKtklf0/s72-c/DSCF5415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-6720908356175205200</id><published>2007-10-26T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T05:36:54.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not obvious enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ber ber’s flying off in a few hours time for holidays and yea, im meeting her up for a last minute organized supper to kinda send her off with the rest of her buddies. Well, actually, it’s the 3 musketeers that are sending her off. Hahaha &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And yea, guess what. Princess zhu is still showering while im typing this post. We’re meeting up to go together and she decided to go shower when I just reached the bottom of her block. =\&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And and and lets talk about today’s project presentation in school ! Hahah. Thanks to those that kept their fingers crossed and those that prayed. Thank God everything went smoothly and its very very smooth to be exact. No doubt the fact that I slept at 05 15 am this morning, I still had sufficient energy to present. I know that 1 hour 45 minutes of sleep time won’t put me in a position where I cant present like how I did before =D My group was considered to be outstanding at the first project presentation and our work started to go down the drain soon after. But now, our work, project and powerpoint slides [ALL MADE BY ME =D] made us one of the most outstanding project groups again. Of course there is nothing to boast about my skills, but I do can boast about how God helped me through in rushing the slides out (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I fell asleep at 02 30 when my head was resting on the pillow while the rest of my body on the marble grounds in my room. It only took me 1 second to lay my head on the pillow and another second for me to fall asleep =\ And after awhile, I think ah zhu called me. For what reason, I forgot. Because, I was severely unconscious =\ I felt drunk and drowsy though I didn’t take in any intake of alcohol yesterday night. I realized my head contained brains that weighed like a bomb and I was like not responding properly to ah zhu when she was talking to me. I cant really remember what we talked about for the first 1 hour. Hahaha because I was like ½ conscious and ½ unconscious when I was talking to her. The only time my brains started functioning properly was when she started asking me persistently, over and over again to watch her church videos -.- then she started nudging me on msn everytime I take more than 5 minutes to reply cause she’ll assume I feel back asleep which is 99.9999% true all the time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But now that the project presentation (4) is over, I guess I wouldn’t need to be so stressed all the time already. Hahaha. AND YES. ZHU is finally done with her shower -___________-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: sorry ber, blame princess zhu and not Alvin for reaching late =\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-6720908356175205200?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/6720908356175205200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=6720908356175205200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6720908356175205200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/6720908356175205200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-obvious-enough.html' title='not obvious enough?'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-2820735330865461333</id><published>2007-10-25T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:51:33.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was concered, thats all</title><content type='html'>totally disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T . O . T . A . L . L . Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally totally totally disappointed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-2820735330865461333?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2820735330865461333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=2820735330865461333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2820735330865461333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2820735330865461333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/totally-disappointed-in-you.html' title='was concered, thats all'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3764683626400204299</id><published>2007-10-24T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:17:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hours of break? =D</title><content type='html'>im bored in school.&lt;br /&gt;im all alone in my lab now.&lt;br /&gt;was invited to join my friends for lunch but i would rather stay in lab and blog something crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe what to do now apart from sleeping. because even the lightings at my lab now is so appropriate for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty mum woke me up at 6am today by calling my phone as usual but apparently and expectedly, i always only managed to pull myself out of bed 45 minutes later which is at 06 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 30 supposed to leave for school and i woke at 06 45 =\ like WOW!&lt;br /&gt;but in the end.. lecturer also no scold =\&lt;br /&gt;the lightnings are really making me sleepy. . and thats what im gonna do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone's having dinner with me tonight at IKEA tampines. But shes still being abducted in her lala land. Wonder if she even remembers she's supposed to come =\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3764683626400204299?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3764683626400204299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3764683626400204299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3764683626400204299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3764683626400204299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-hours-of-break-d.html' title='2 hours of break? =D'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-2080664920267423827</id><published>2007-10-23T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:19:22.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 hours of class today!</title><content type='html'>6 hours of sleep now perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 3am and got screamed by my ah ma =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 06 45 today. hahah super late for class but, the lecturer also never say anything when i reached. However, i wasnt the lastest =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber, dont ask me the question le la =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` i wish u could read my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-2080664920267423827?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2080664920267423827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=2080664920267423827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2080664920267423827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2080664920267423827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-hours-of-class-today.html' title='2 hours of class today!'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-2885361025832800283</id><published>2007-10-22T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:45:40.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES for the chalet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykeUS1siI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mOtMeF-Ch7A/s1600-h/DSCF5046.JPG"&gt;Uncle's hot&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykeUS1siI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mOtMeF-Ch7A/s320/DSCF5046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151316791538210" border="0" /&gt;Princess zhu zhu =D  (i no take pic with ber  ): )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykdkS1shI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SM203ny6OG4/s1600-h/DSCF5050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykdkS1shI/AAAAAAAAAI8/SM203ny6OG4/s320/DSCF5050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151303906636306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fitri + andii + me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykekS1sjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cy-LtDZLI0Y/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykekS1sjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cy-LtDZLI0Y/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151321086505522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There, andii, ber, meeeeee and princess zhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rxym-kS1smI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0Ki12NufCbw/s1600-h/DSCF5053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rxym-kS1smI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0Ki12NufCbw/s320/DSCF5053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124154069865575010" border="0" /&gt;Cindy, me, andii , noRRRma, fitri and ah bao shan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rxyke0S1skI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tVYXwE4TMTA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/Rxyke0S1skI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tVYXwE4TMTA/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151325381472834" border="0" /&gt;Its complicated to explain.  So ill make things easier. Janet is in orange and Jenny is in brown. The rest u should know. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykfUS1slI/AAAAAAAAAJc/n7XDq386MmE/s1600-h/DSCF5043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykfUS1slI/AAAAAAAAAJc/n7XDq386MmE/s320/DSCF5043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151333971407442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.slide.com/r/iGENWgxr7D8TzMB2X65pZxJqp3aOGTw0?view=large&lt;br /&gt;and of course, a slide show of the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .. i dont have to explain much do i ? Chalet pictures. Some are with princess zhu, some with andii and these are all i have T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-2885361025832800283?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/2885361025832800283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=2885361025832800283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2885361025832800283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/2885361025832800283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-for-chalet.html' title='PICTURES for the chalet.'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Ua9UVJGRCA/RxykeUS1siI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mOtMeF-Ch7A/s72-c/DSCF5046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-4199968031182923313</id><published>2007-10-22T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:16:13.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ill just upload the chalet pictures in this blog soon</title><content type='html'>okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just done with a conversation over the phone with princess zhu and she must be dragging her feet all over pastamania right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: princess zhu zhu, please do eat something before u go to work next time cause i dun remember any first aid trained personnels to attend to you if u do faint at workplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Alvin's been late to class almost everyday.  He missed 2 days of school in the 1st week after school just reopened. Incredible? If u ask me, yes very incredible! Cause i've never been so slack before. Well, as a matter of fact u also cant blame me mah. Chalet during the past week had been fun especially with the crazy zhu and ber. Little Princess zhu and ber do know how to put a smile on me sometimes even when i dont feel like smiling at all (: And u know what! I got stomach upset on friday morning and that resulted in 1 day(s) of not going school. lol Because of the GREAT BOSS Andy that made me drink a wonderful mix of "chili (ALOT HOR) + beer + salt + pepper ) after i lost in a game of indian poker =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u know what, the best part of everything was, before the stomach upset came, the 3 musketeers decided to go visit the "red house." FYI, "red house" is a well-known spot being fenced up that is recognised as, "top-ten haunted areas in Singapore". And the 3 musketeers were namely, Alvin, wei xiang and the princess zhu. Upon reaching the red house, we meet drunkards. hahahah super interesting. I think they took down 4 bottles each or something before going there. When their group of 7 went in, they got superstitious. They insisted on going exploring with even numbers. Hence, one of them decided to come out. And guess what, when that one person came out, the others started to follow too. Cause one person in their group got drunk i guess. Some voices came from their group waiting outside and one mumbled, "i think one saw SOMETHING". well, i accidentally heard it and i was trying to look out if one really saw something o.o But, all i saw were pale faces. I think they're just too drunk or perhaps they did really see something =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They offered us to go in with them, cause we had no torch light. But we decided not go cause princess zhu was afraid. She even stuck herself to me and made me her 1 minute boyfriend cause she realised that the guys were looking at her with TICKO-PEK eyes. They were persistent in extending their inivitations to get us in with them but we still refused too. So we decided to walk back to the chalet while having intentions to shake them off. (irritating LOR THEY ALL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after moving back to the chalet and we managed to source a torch light from a friendly security guard, our adventrues began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back to the "red house" was quite a distance and i was literally walking with my eyes closed already. But that princess zhu managed to entertain the other 2 musketeers. Upon reaching and after a few prayers, we just climbed over the fence and hopped in. ( I'll skip the details on who got stuck on the fence =p ) The "red house" had real cool buildings. The most fascinating thing i would say is the netball court with all the ceramics tiles off the ground already.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to skip all the details on what i saw and what i heard! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie's coming back home soon. Real soon i guess. And she was dearly missed by her family and friends. And by her di di (ME LAH!) as well =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel jie (: if u'r reading this post, I just wana let you know that, THANNNNNKS a million for being such a closeeeeeeeeee jie that shared my thoughts, emotions, actions and of course, beer at the chalet =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the curious readers about the red house,&lt;br /&gt;heres a link that u might be interested in :D&lt;br /&gt;http://www.spi.com.sg/information/025/main.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-4199968031182923313?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/4199968031182923313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=4199968031182923313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4199968031182923313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/4199968031182923313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/ill-just-upload-chalet-pictures-in-this.html' title='ill just upload the chalet pictures in this blog soon'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618989183392375978.post-3852161992915459004</id><published>2007-10-22T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:56:08.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;too slow. too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Work's been stressful. Work's been fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Time's been short. Time's been fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Life's been sucky. Life's been great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love's been hurtful. Love's been lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God's been great. God's been great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;new blog, new life, new excitements, new aspirations for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618989183392375978-3852161992915459004?l=insane-alvin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/feeds/3852161992915459004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618989183392375978&amp;postID=3852161992915459004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3852161992915459004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618989183392375978/posts/default/3852161992915459004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insane-alvin.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-blog.html' title='new blog (:'/><author><name>` kuku aLVIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580937916529728761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
