<?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-33371072</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:33:18.574+08:00</updated><category term='guest apperance'/><title type='text'>That thin orange hairband</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4237111835396741446</id><published>2010-10-03T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:47:39.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye blogspot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi all, I've moved my blog to wordpress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No links will be given, if you're smart you'll figure out yourself. So long blogspot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And my undying fans! (If there's any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4237111835396741446?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/4237111835396741446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=4237111835396741446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4237111835396741446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4237111835396741446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/10/goodbye-blogspot.html' title='goodbye blogspot!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-8553178847107257774</id><published>2010-09-30T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:48:20.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cannot be done?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what's the best thing a determined person wants to hear? "It cannot be done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That sentence simply amplifies his belief which indirectly triggers his defense mechanism and will go all out to prove otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I happen to be one such person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't tell me that it cannot be done, because to me it's not done&lt;strong&gt; yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The word "yet" is simple yet powerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To me, it has not happen but must happen in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People ask me how much do I expect to earn in the future, what cars I want to drive. Yada yada. I'm always 100% honest with my answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As usual the response is always similar, they either think I'm joking or I'm mad. Well, I don't take their response too seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all, I figured I'm not normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's normal? Normal is the rabbit chasing after the carrot for the rest of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me? I own those carrots and feed the less fortunate rabbits out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8553178847107257774?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/8553178847107257774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=8553178847107257774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8553178847107257774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8553178847107257774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/09/cannot-be-done.html' title='cannot be done?'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-3782660665539633287</id><published>2010-09-21T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:35:09.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can get all so excited when I search the national library board website and realise that the books I want is not on loan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will even drive down to 2 different libraries to get my books before someone else loan it away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay maybe I'm just a cheapskate because I don't want to waste my $1.55 reserving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3782660665539633287?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/3782660665539633287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=3782660665539633287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3782660665539633287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3782660665539633287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/09/books-baby.html' title='books baby!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-7715588208245895100</id><published>2010-09-19T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:51:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Nottage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Those who say it can't be done should stay out of the way of those who are doing it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7715588208245895100?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/7715588208245895100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=7715588208245895100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7715588208245895100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7715588208245895100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/09/dave-nottage.html' title='Dave Nottage'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-5668326503567264690</id><published>2010-09-12T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:22:29.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your money or your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We aren't making a living, we ar emaking a dying. Consider the average Amercian worker. The alarm rings at 6:45 and our working man or woman is up and running. Shower. Dress in the professional uniform-suits or dresses for some, overalls for others, whites for the medical professionals, jeans and flannel shirts for construction workers. Breakfast, if there's time. Grab commuter mug and briefcase (or lunch box) and hop in the car for the daily punishment called rush hour. On the job from nine to five. Deal with the boss. Deal with the coworker sent by the devil to rub you the wrong way. Deal with suppliers. Deal with clients/customers/patients. Act busy. Hide mistakes. Smile when handed impossible deadlines. Give a sigh of relief when the ax known as 'restructuring' or 'downsizing'- or just plain getting laid off- falls on other heads. Shoulder the added workload. Watch the clock. Argue with your conscience but agree with the boss. Smile again. Five o'clock. Back in the car and onto the freeway for the evening commute. Home. Act human with mates, kids or roommates. Eat. Watch TV. Eight hours of blessed oblivion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they call this making a living?! Think about it. How many people have you seen who are more alive at the end of the work day than they were at the beginning? . . . Aren't we killing ourselves- our health, our relationships, our sense of joy and wonder- for our jobs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are sacrificing our lives for money- but it's happening so slowly that we barely notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taken from "Your money or your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-5668326503567264690?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/5668326503567264690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=5668326503567264690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5668326503567264690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5668326503567264690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-money-or-your-life.html' title='Your money or your life'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-6789046590440454072</id><published>2010-09-07T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:30:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away for a few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi darlingsssss. Well, i think there's only 2 of which i know who still reads this piece of space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, Sabrina and Zihui in chronological order, not favouritsm ok! I'm going genting for a few days just to smell their air and compare the difference to it down here. I'll let you if there's any difference k, promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And and, if there's anything you guys, i mean girls want. Just call me alright, my handphone is off just for you two. Take care and god bless! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6789046590440454072?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/6789046590440454072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=6789046590440454072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6789046590440454072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6789046590440454072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/09/away-for-few-days.html' title='away for a few days'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-1875965360423444452</id><published>2010-09-04T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:09:50.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the near explosion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being put aeroplane at the last minute, coupled with the wrong dish served and the opposite temperature of water given. My saturday just can't get any better. Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-1875965360423444452?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/1875965360423444452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=1875965360423444452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1875965360423444452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1875965360423444452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/09/near-explosion.html' title='the near explosion'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-7953875207025508117</id><published>2010-09-03T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:07:56.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maids don't have it easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know there's this disucssion going on whether maids share their meals with the family when they eat out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's some family, when going to a restaurant to eat, the maid would eat at home first before going out to the restaurant. Thus she won't be eating down there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's one man on radio who even commented that he would only feed his maid salad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's wrong with these people seriously!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, some retorted saying the maid ill treat the babies, their grannies that's why they deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i believe in cause and effect. If they would act more humanly possible, i don't see how the maids would purposely do such things. They came here for a measely few hundred a month, but to them that's a decent amount back in their country. So why would they want to destroy their own rice bowl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, possibly they are working for such horrible employers who thinks that they are like dogs and should do all their bidding. And with such pressure on them, where can they release it to? The 4 walls? Well, i suppose they could only release it to those who are "under" them. Who are powerless to do anything, possibly the young ones, or elderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope things change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, I think my generation of people are getting more ridiculous. They have such weird attitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They can get mad at an order being served wrongly. Whining at the tinniest of details, which to me seem not even worth mentioning. They want people to listen to them, over all these stupid little "events" that happen to them. It's a pain actually to tolerate them. But as a friend, what could I do? AIL. AIL?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Act I'm listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7953875207025508117?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/7953875207025508117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=7953875207025508117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7953875207025508117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7953875207025508117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/09/maids-dont-have-it-easy.html' title='maids don&apos;t have it easy'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-6749959743595707272</id><published>2010-08-31T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:28:40.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with my sleeeeeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just seriously made a blunder in choosing my laptob sleeve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever wondered how the accomplishments we have achieved thus far in our lives begin with a single thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like how Albert Eenstein invented the light bulb, no wait, or is it Edison? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, Edison who? Chen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It all began with a single thought. Or how about the wright brothers who decided that they want to fly! They're the ones who got us the airplanes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So so so my point is, any of you who wants to be with me. Firstly you must think of me right! See, it all begins with a single thought. Tada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thoughts, beliefs, actions, goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6749959743595707272?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/6749959743595707272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=6749959743595707272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6749959743595707272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6749959743595707272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-up-with-my-sleeeeeve.html' title='What&apos;s up with my sleeeeeve'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-3834779785567611557</id><published>2010-08-24T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:03:41.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never watch alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want to end up like a 40 year old man watching a movie alone, munching on bits of bread before the movie starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just so sad isn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel that no matter what, any friend of mine should never watch a movie alone. Unless he/she likes to watch alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If not, i'd be more than glad to offer some companionship even if the movie is of no interest to me. Of course, paying for my ticket is a bonus! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3834779785567611557?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/3834779785567611557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=3834779785567611557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3834779785567611557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3834779785567611557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/08/youll-never-watch-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll never watch alone'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-4849883340665670557</id><published>2010-08-10T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:11:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant rant rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously my life now is so bloody monotonous that it drives me crazy at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's so much to be accomplished, so much expectations, wants, all of these in my lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I simply cannot stand the thought of just being normal. Living in a hdb having kids and spend half of my lifetime in debts. Paying of the mortgage, paying of the bills, the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No way! I'm not born for this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to drive a lamborghini, buy a big house for my family, achieve financialy independence before 35 and and and help the less fortunate out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, do you guys even know how many people out there needs our help? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if i maybe i could be a docter yeah? I could help the sick. But being a docter, i could only help these much as i have only 1 pair of hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When i say that i want to help the people out there, i don't mean helping 10 or 20, i mean thousands and hundreds of thousands! Yes that's the magnitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How?! Good question. By being fucking rich! Yes, that solves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With money, i can channel to the different sources of people who needs it badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be it pay for daily neccessities, pocket money for kids during recess, homeless, the elderly, banglas with no toes and the list goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By now, you should know how many people out there needs our help! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that alone, simply does not allow me to lead a simple normal boring life i see 95% of the time. It's simply not enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know i have played lots of games in the past and i guess there are some lessons to be learnt from it. We play games, to level up, get items, to feel godlike. For what? Just to feel shiok in the GAME ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why not channel those energy in gaming to reality? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Upgrade oneself, accquire currency, love, friendship. What's more you even have the power to help the needy, the helpless, the poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When i was in my gaming era, i strive to be the best out there. And proudly to say, i was just really damn good at it. The top 1% easily i would say. And now, those time, effort, energy i spent on it, will be channeled to my reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't see how i will not suceed, because I am sure as hell know i will! There's people out there waiting for me to help them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We only have 1 life, so live it to the fullest. Why bother living at all if you know you're going to end up as 95% of the norm out there spending half their lifetime in debts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was never born to be normal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4849883340665670557?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4849883340665670557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4849883340665670557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/08/rant-rant-rant.html' title='rant rant rant'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-7429923270829645463</id><published>2010-07-14T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:08:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a boy who always study at king albert's park mac and he noticed a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's usually with her friends and being the shy boy he is, he dare not approach her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day, he finally decided to summon up all his courage and approach her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He walked towards her with his ice cream when he suddenly slipped and fell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ice cream stained his shirt and the girl and her friends laughed so loudly that students from ngee ann poly could hear them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still, he took his ice cream and walked towards her and asked her for her number. She obliged. And they eventually got married 9 years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7429923270829645463?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7429923270829645463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7429923270829645463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/07/that-boy.html' title='that boy'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-5844457557341448019</id><published>2010-06-29T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:45:36.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philanthropy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An article i came across and I think it's damn meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gates and Buffett wanted to start what can be called the biggest fundraising drive in history by getting billionaires to pledge a certain portion of their wealth to charity during their lifetimes or at deaths. The bar was set at 50% of their wealth so that it would be easier to get people to join the cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Warren Buffett himself has personally pledged 99% of his wealth to be given away to charity. He humbly states that while his donation is large in absolute dollar terms, it is less than what most other people give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Measured by dollars, this commitment is large. In a comparative sense, though, many individuals give more to others every day. Millions of people who regularly contribute to churches, schools, and other organizations thereby relinquish the use of funds that would otherwise benefit their own families. The dollars these people drop into a collection plate or give to United Way mean forgone movies, dinners out, or other personal pleasures. In contrast, my family and I will give up nothing we need or want by fulfilling this 99% pledge.”&lt;br /&gt;“Were we to use more than 1% of my claim checks on ourselves, neither our happiness nor our well-being would be enhanced. In contrast, that remaining 99% can have a huge effect on the health and welfare of others. That reality sets an obvious course for me and my family: Keep all we can conceivably need and distribute the rest to society, for its needs.”&lt;br /&gt;While most of us will not be able to pledge 99% of our wealth (at least when we are alive anyway) to charity, why not lend out some of our money for a worthy cause? You can start from as low as US$25 by helping to microfinance people in poorer countries. And it’s not even a donation but a loan.&lt;br /&gt;Warren Buffett also shares his thoughts on possessions:&lt;br /&gt;“Some material things make my life more enjoyable; many, however, would not. I like having an expensive private plane, but owning a half-dozen homes would be a burden. Too often, a vast collection of possessions ends up possessing its owner. The asset I most value, aside from health, is interesting, diverse, and long-standing friends.”&lt;br /&gt;Do we really own our possessions, or are our possessions owning us instead? Buying a house means decades of work (and our time) just to pay it off.&lt;br /&gt;Our most precious asset is really our time. For those of us who can’t really afford to give monetarily, we can choose to give it in time. Be it in mentoring or companionship, it is sometimes worth much more to the person receiving.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing with your time today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-5844457557341448019?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5844457557341448019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5844457557341448019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/06/philanthropy.html' title='Philanthropy'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6037093271673142869</id><published>2010-06-26T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:07:41.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost dead blog, but not just yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's almost dead, almooosst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm going to be a bloody millionaire, buy a lambo and provide education for the poor at the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough to keep my life meaningful for this life time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6037093271673142869?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6037093271673142869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6037093271673142869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/06/almost-dead-blog-but-not-just-yet.html' title='Almost dead blog, but not just yet'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4819838193549772188</id><published>2010-05-16T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:39:25.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over, now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok great exams are over! It's been somewhat quite an experience I must say. Okay so now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I've reached a point in life whereby I just want to stay home and read books. I don't even have the urge to go out to town or whatsoever. I'd rather read my books and attain enlightenment. I want to be a bookworm, just me and my books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4819838193549772188?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4819838193549772188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4819838193549772188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-over-now-what.html' title='It&apos;s over, now what?'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-8333801563972947201</id><published>2010-04-26T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:08:38.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is so monotonoussss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is so monotone, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheeeeeeeee, this is boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8333801563972947201?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8333801563972947201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8333801563972947201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-so-monotonoussss.html' title='life is so monotonoussss'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-7589407456184445837</id><published>2010-04-09T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:35:00.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>king shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to pangsai. I heard 2 sounds, "DOM DOM" and I was done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My shit was so freaking massive/dense/heavy/godlike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I flushed it as usual. But hey guess what? My KING SHIT didn't even move one bit! Hahahaha, I'm impressed with myself la seriously. Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7589407456184445837?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7589407456184445837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7589407456184445837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/04/king-shit.html' title='king shit'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3624169258381048915</id><published>2010-04-07T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:04:57.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the matchstick and I am the candle. You light up my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the toilet paper I am the backside. You clean me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the fart and I am the nose. You wake me up! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wonder what kind of reaction I'll get if i wrote something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay I came up with the last one, fg I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okwhateverbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3624169258381048915?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3624169258381048915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3624169258381048915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/04/tsk-tsk.html' title='tsk tsk'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6223634885942379511</id><published>2010-04-06T07:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:15:15.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tiff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My parents had a tiff last night. Over what?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's over a dish of meat! HAHA yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause my mom only ordered 1 dish of meat during dinner and my father was unhappy about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA, I thought that was actually pretty funny. It's a mini cold war that has started and hope it ends the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be surprised if I'm like that the next time round. Maybe over grain of rice instead of meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6223634885942379511?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6223634885942379511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6223634885942379511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/04/tiff.html' title='The tiff'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-8990240229467476363</id><published>2010-03-30T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:07:31.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's good to know that people actually reflect upon my perspective. And after which they come to agree with it. Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, If I fail my exams, I'll just quit school and take over my dad's business. Simply goes to show I'm not meant to study BUT to do greater things! HAHA. kwhateverbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8990240229467476363?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8990240229467476363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8990240229467476363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-words.html' title='my words'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-1857466035549592502</id><published>2010-03-17T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:35:00.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The taxi's wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember once I took a cab from somewhere. I boarded the cab and realised that I wasn't the only passenger. There's another lady in front! That's when I found out she's actually the wife of the taxi driver. Wow, he actually brought her along for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it's me she'd be in the boot for sure, HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-1857466035549592502?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1857466035549592502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1857466035549592502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/03/taxis-wife.html' title='The taxi&apos;s wife'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-226572208144465765</id><published>2010-02-12T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:09:07.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less is more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes we actually accomplish more by doing less. Given the fact that human beings are such weird creatures. Thus expoliting the less is more philosophy might actually get you what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really appreciate the fact that I'm able to take up a degree without being financially burden. I feel previleged to be able to enter an air conditioned lecture theatre to attend lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing for sure, there's plenty out there who are not even half as lucky as I am. People are out there suffering, being ill treated, malnutrition and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to work fucking hard for my degree I swear. Initially it was for my own good, but now it's for the under previleged out there who are suffering. I represent them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just hang in there okay, I'll come for you once I make it. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-226572208144465765?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/226572208144465765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/226572208144465765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/02/less-is-more.html' title='Less is more'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-1861792876579480756</id><published>2010-02-02T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:20:09.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going after someone who is attached doesn't feel morally right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm leaving no As behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-1861792876579480756?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1861792876579480756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1861792876579480756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-after-someone-who-is-attached.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4321367797665667992</id><published>2010-01-15T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:37:47.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friend Yan Hian says that she's very dissapointed whenever she visits my blog. Cus I haven't been updating in the longest of time. Simply cus life is so monotonous that there isn't anything worth blogging down. Okay that's an excuse, I'm simply damn lazy la nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, she always ask me out but never wants to admit it. Okay fine, I'll let that one go. What's more she has 3 magic words that simply brighten up my day whenever I hear it from her. Yes from her only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you happen to read this right now on a friday the 15th of Jan, please come to school tmr okay. Xiang long misses you alot! Okay that's all for now peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4321367797665667992?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4321367797665667992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4321367797665667992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2010/01/magic-word.html' title='Magic word'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4262719976995816699</id><published>2009-12-10T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:56:46.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It hurts to my father working so hard in the scorching sun while I'm in the lecture hall with the comfort of the aircon. And he doesn't even complain, not even one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4262719976995816699?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4262719976995816699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4262719976995816699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-hurts.html' title='It hurts'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-1695037535073710342</id><published>2009-11-14T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:41:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if you have only 6 months left to live? It's a pretty scary thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously some hairstylist just can't make it la. Give them picture to show them what I want still can give me a potato head. Wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-1695037535073710342?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1695037535073710342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1695037535073710342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-if.html' title='what if'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-877210263138203680</id><published>2009-10-31T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:01:02.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it's a beauty to be able to grow old with the one you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ask me why I'm sounding more feminine, I don't know either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've seen elderly couples out on the streets holding hands together and it just make me go "aww"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what I mean right. I hope my parents can be like that when they're older, whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-877210263138203680?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/877210263138203680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/877210263138203680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty.html' title='A beauty'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-494576348092666671</id><published>2009-10-25T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:53:29.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my aunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My aunt is freaking funny. We started talking more often sinceI started buying stocks. Her silly stories kinda tickled me. Seriously, I've never thought that we could be this close and I hope our relationship gets better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I tell you that she's the only aunt that never fails to give me ang bao on my birthday for god knows how many donkey years! And each time is not a small amount man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-494576348092666671?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/494576348092666671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/494576348092666671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-aunt.html' title='my aunt'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3158746987186762285</id><published>2009-10-21T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:09:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The influence from my friends is turning me metro, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3158746987186762285?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3158746987186762285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3158746987186762285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/10/metro.html' title='Metro'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3852638340900255496</id><published>2009-10-14T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:00:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm afraid of failing. As much as I don't want to sometimes it's just not within my reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear God, if there's such a thing as cheat code please let me have it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3852638340900255496?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3852638340900255496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3852638340900255496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-scared.html' title='I&apos;m scared'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2691298826956656989</id><published>2009-10-09T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:32:19.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautifully unglam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNGLAM IS BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2691298826956656989?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2691298826956656989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2691298826956656989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautifully-unglam.html' title='beautifully unglam'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-7775125557209486658</id><published>2009-10-06T09:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:52:23.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay I know I've been saying quite a few times about how great my daddy is. But hey, it's a damn fact and I can't help but to mention it again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's why. He always give me more than sufficient allowance since the first day I start school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I'm in army and I get paid 800 a month, he still gives me money! Seriously If you ask me, I do feel ashame and I've rejected him many times. And guess what he'll do? He'll simply shuff it into my wallet while I'm not aware which I'll find out when I open up my wallet and poooof MAGIC, money teleported into my wallet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I compare myself to those rich family whereby their kids have plenty of money but no love and those poor family with lots of love but no money. I must admit I have the best of both world cause I've got more than enough to spend and loads of love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just so damn thankful to the one up there for giving me such nice and warm family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And oh my mother's birthday is coming soon and I've been brainstorming what I should get her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7775125557209486658?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7775125557209486658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7775125557209486658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/10/greatest-daddy.html' title='The greatest daddy'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4088756729007341918</id><published>2009-09-27T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:52:03.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People's influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that the people you hang around with actually changes you over time? Yes it's so damn true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a few friends that makes me different for who I am today. Without them, the Rayner you know today isn't the Rayner he is. Sounds silly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well first up, it's zihui. She taught me how to value the people around me and do self reflection. You make me realise the importance of it and seriously just make me feel fortunate to know that I have you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, yes it's Sabrina! Yes even I myself can't believe it. You taught me how to be sweet! I used to be the type of "I'm going to do whatever I want and I don't care if you like it or not" kind of guy. I've never taught of being sweet at all, till I met you. You make me think of ways to brighten up someone's day and you defintely inspire me to come up with new ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lastly, ok Jonathan. He's a joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4088756729007341918?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4088756729007341918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4088756729007341918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/09/peoples-influence.html' title='People&apos;s influence'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-8751177687685176068</id><published>2009-09-20T08:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:10:52.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dressing to impress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most girls I see in school never fail to dress to impress, probably cause it's hard to capture any attention when you're dressed shabbily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you captured my attention even though you look like "anyhow" most of the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You look so beautiful today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8751177687685176068?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8751177687685176068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8751177687685176068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/09/dressing-to-impress.html' title='dressing to impress'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4634095478425716362</id><published>2009-09-16T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:28:23.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you think your life is bad enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Know what! Seriously if you think life is screwed up with nothing to look forward to. Please think again. You don't have to look very far to see that there are many others in the same country as you and much worst off than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To those who complain studying suck and that it's so stressful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you think our parents would feel when they pay the 30k for our school fees with hopes that we will do well but only to fucked it up. Some might say they eventually will pay back their parents when they start working. How many of them actually do so? Seriously I don't know anyone who does that, yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some complain that working is boring and it sucks as well. What they don't realise is they already have a good environment to work in and don't have to be in the sun slogging their guts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why don't you compare yourself to those bangladesh workers? They come from a foreign land, work under the sun all day long, get bark by their surpervisors from day to night and receive a measely 700 a month?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's more, their love ones are not even anywhere near them. You know how fucked up it feels to see your loved ones through a photo? I see a bangladesh worker actually take out photo from his wallet to look at it. That's just so damn sad, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here we are complaining how fucked up school or work is when we haven't even had a taste of what's really fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry if I used too many of the "fuck" word, cause I think that's the only way that fits the intensity of my message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4634095478425716362?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4634095478425716362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4634095478425716362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-think-your-life-is-bad-enough.html' title='If you think your life is bad enough'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-5042715742963035842</id><published>2009-09-10T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:43:46.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it pays to be crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that I've done things which are absolutely ridiculous. But upon reflecting and asking myself "What if today is the last day of my life, would I still do it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The answer would be yes. Hell YES! I think life is too short to stay monotonous. Although there are times when I get really nervous and all wrecked up, I never fail to pull through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think it's moments like these that never fails to bring a smile to my face when I think back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For example, maybe it's the cute guy at the bus stop whom you always admire from far. Why not just go up there and say "Hello". It may seem crazy or stupid, but when you ask yourself this question "What if today is the last day of my life, would I still do it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me if your answer has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know about you guys but I defintely want to do enough crazy/ridiculous/stupid/retarded things while I'm young so that I have plenty of stories to tell my grand children when I'm old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All our lives are just like movies, what kinda movie you want to produce is up to you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love y'all for reading this blog of mine after so many donkey years, tag me will you so I briefly know who's still around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-5042715742963035842?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5042715742963035842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5042715742963035842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-pays-to-be-crazy.html' title='it pays to be crazy'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-417437764274782532</id><published>2009-09-09T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:41:00.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's cause of you that I believe platonic friendship exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-417437764274782532?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/417437764274782532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/417437764274782532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/09/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-7916062638767900919</id><published>2009-09-06T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:55:27.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just realised something, if you want to brighten up your day simply just smile at any ah ma or ah gong. A smile from them never fails to keep me moving on despite how sucky my day has been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7916062638767900919?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7916062638767900919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7916062638767900919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html' title='The smile'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2952342907408585967</id><published>2009-08-26T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:33:37.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The $1.70 girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: Hi I'm Rayner! :) What's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: Giselle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: Hello Giselle! I'm from B and F, you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: Same :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: Nice to meet you! Was afraid you might ignore me. How you find this lecturer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: LOL. Nice to mmet you too. Well, want to make friends in this school but haha quite difficult. Boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: Pardon my ugly handwriting! Haha. You're officially the first new friend I made! Freaking hard to make a SINGLE friend. Btw, what chap he teaching ah? (Answer next page ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: HA! Nice to meet/know you, friend! Talking about family, mba, whatever. (Hope he don't ask questions!) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: I realised always after break he talk cock for 20-30mions. Lesson shall start proper at 1.50pm minimum. Haha bet? I think he keeps staring at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: CONFIRM IS A FACT! Ya! I realize it too! You die already la! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: Was hoping maybe he's staring at you. What day is your other lessons? I 1 3 5 6 :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: Yayaya! Funny haha 3 and 6 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: He is giving me the creeps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: Next lesson you better don't sit in the front!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: I saw you falling zzzz. Did you buy the text?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: This lessons is really very boring! Yup, I bought it and it cost 50 bucks. Haha. Do you have it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: My econs teacher, Salami is 10x worst! Her indian accent makes me giddy cus her head always shake when she talks. I got it too, and its already collecting dust! HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: SAME! Her accent makes me laugh sometimes. But do you really understand econs as in what she's talking about? Wed 3.30pm class right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: Yeah! Same! Um, I attend another lecture on tues too, by manfred. He's way better! I'm very lost when Salami taught the prev lesson. You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: So hardworking of you to attend another lecture ah! Hmm. kind of understand? At least her lesson is better than this guy's one la! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: I think he's running out of things to teach! Keep flashing those articles (bald man).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still thought he's good on the 1st lesson. Btw you type damn fast on your hp, my fingers too fat for my itouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: Sometimes i thought he's quite cute ah. So proud of his "FLASHER" label. LoL. haha. Everyday sms sure get use to it = type damn fast :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: He's very lost. He was so emo when he mention about his wife. can cry la that one. Chap 3 is behind, last few chap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: I think i left chapter 3 at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: You are funny. You may add me on msn: (inserts msn) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$1.70: Add you next time if i still remember your mail? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fg: Bye! See you around, friend! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2952342907408585967?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2952342907408585967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2952342907408585967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/08/170-girl.html' title='The $1.70 girl'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6120804038406290949</id><published>2009-08-20T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:19:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indicator of a good lecturer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well after smelling school after nearly 3 years, I came up with my own indicator of how to fare a lecturer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If he or she is really good, you'll notice your mind is constantly being stimulated to think of the different possibilities. You also notice that during break time, hardly anyone crowds around him/her to ask further questions. Needless to say at the end of the lecture hardly anyone stays behind to ask questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok now if he/she is really fucked up. You'll keep telling yourself to focus hard during the lecture and not let your mind wander off. Half the time you ask yourself what's the lecturer saying and try to process what was being said earlier, at the same time not missing out what is being said currently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At break time, a 10minute break can easily extend till half hour. Not that the lecturer is genorous but there's a small group of students who keep clarifying what was being said earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the end of the lecture the small group of students has evolved. Into what you may ask? A fan club! So many students would go down and start bombarding her questions one after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you think thats bad enough, try imagine a FULLSTOP which belongs to a sentence being on the HEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And they still call me the fg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6120804038406290949?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6120804038406290949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6120804038406290949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/08/indicator-of-good-lecturer.html' title='Indicator of a good lecturer'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-8281100649615139432</id><published>2009-08-13T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:39:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School is great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8281100649615139432?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8281100649615139432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8281100649615139432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6119428870344921052</id><published>2009-07-28T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:23:54.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pimple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a pimple on my right cheek. It's not on my face but on my ass, fortunately. Unfortunately I have to sit on my left cheek then slowly shift the weight to my right cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6119428870344921052?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6119428870344921052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6119428870344921052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/07/pimple.html' title='pimple'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-454609895895207524</id><published>2009-07-23T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:23:39.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361629932043883890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SmhWBByT1XI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WUvLwmauen4/s400/image001.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361629942713505586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SmhWBpiJVzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LK8goeoakk4/s400/image002.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361629947446765442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SmhWB7KpJ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/MfEoOPtzlwU/s400/image003.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-454609895895207524?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/454609895895207524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/454609895895207524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/07/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SmhWBByT1XI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WUvLwmauen4/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3414447408527817181</id><published>2009-07-15T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:12:57.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE IS BLIND, MARRIAGE IS THE REAL EYE OPENER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3414447408527817181?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3414447408527817181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3414447408527817181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/07/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-336229130611538555</id><published>2009-07-06T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:56:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First class baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes it's funny how friends that are suppose to stay end up leaving and the ones that are suppose to leave end up staying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life's unpredictable, really. I was a bummer in poly with no friends wanting to do project with me, now I'm super determined to get first class honour degree. I've got all the neccessary motivation I need to see me through it. After being through army, I tell myself how hard can it be? Perharps army was just the appetizer of what's more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was in secondary school, my dad would always come home complaining that he slogged like shit and didn't get the results he wished for. He wasn't referring to money but my school results. Cause it was always like shit and I had to dissapoint him semester after semester while he slogged his guts out year after year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I finally understood what he meant and how he FELT. I'm really fortunate enough to have my parents sponsor me with my degree without having to take a bank loan. I really am! I fucking swear I'm not going to let that kind money go to waste by just getting an ordinary degree, it's going to be first class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-336229130611538555?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/336229130611538555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/336229130611538555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-class-baby.html' title='First class baby'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-5387016106737833299</id><published>2009-06-24T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:31:32.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeels gooood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feels good waking up everyday without a hoot about what's going on around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's no need to constantly check my bearings, fold my bedsheet and lastly waking up when the sun is not even out yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life just can't get any better can it! And what do I do in my free time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I wake up check the news, have my breakfast and will probably be back sleeping again after an hour. Then I'll sleep for couple more hours and have my lunch then go back to sleep again for another hour. After much sleeping, I'll head to the gym and lift my buddies down there, when I'm back I'll have my dinner with my family. Chances are I might be at parkway later that evening or out with my friends to kill time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh! And the cycle repeats day after day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My face is unshaven, hair is long and so is my nails. The best part, no one is going to care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back in army when we got nothing to do we high kneel, now we sleep. Hahahaha! Suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-5387016106737833299?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5387016106737833299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5387016106737833299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeels-gooood.html' title='Feeels gooood'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2849546377705962198</id><published>2009-06-20T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:44:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stubborn people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes we humans need to really feel the pain of losing our loved ones before we can learn to cherish their existence. Taking them for granted or perharps prioritising them last on our list. That's a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe one day when they're no longer around, then we might actually feel the pain they are feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2849546377705962198?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2849546377705962198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2849546377705962198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/06/stubborn-people.html' title='stubborn people'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6599903065296276256</id><published>2009-06-09T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:08:26.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im proud to say it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When face with adversities some crawl, some walk but commandos grow wings and fly! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are just so damn special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for the memories :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6599903065296276256?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6599903065296276256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6599903065296276256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-proud-to-say-it.html' title='im proud to say it'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4341233179246005261</id><published>2009-06-01T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:13:31.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan boyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Susan Boyle defintely captured my attention from the way she presented herself when she first came on stage, with her frisky hair, granny outfit and uncouth appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wouldn't deny that the impression I had was that she's going to make a fool out of herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND BOY, she proved all of us wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not an everyday thing whereby you come across someone like her. She made me really like her alot! Really. Let me tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually the case is some young punks who thinks they're voice is great only to realise that they didn't make the cut for it. No doubt they always came prepared physically when we see how well they dress up and stuff. And that's the thing! Susan Boyle is different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you all notice how she came on stage? A complete mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And what happen next? She blew the world apart with her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It just goes to show we humans are all so judgemental base on first impression. And that defintely taught me something, a lesson we all learn from young but never put it to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Susan Boyle came with the bare minimum and with all she had, she took the world by storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that was all it took for me to fall in love with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sincerely hope her life will be beautiful from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4341233179246005261?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4341233179246005261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4341233179246005261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/06/susan-boyle.html' title='Susan boyle'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3038303051424188340</id><published>2009-05-25T00:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:25:56.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If not for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If not for your _____ I'll gladly love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sure there would be kharma one day but it's something I want to believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note, I so can't freaking wait to ord and get out of the damn shit hole with only half a pile of shit left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's one thing I wouldn't have said in my 22 years of life, till now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I want to study hard!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll proudly admit I've never ever given my 100% in my studies before. Well reason being nothing interest me. Be it maths, science or whatever social shit they call it, it puts me to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know our parents are always so damn right sometimes. I still remember vividly when I'm younger, my mum would go saying "study hard now if not next time you'll regret not studying hard enough"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm defintely chewing every bit of her sentence right now. Still, I'm glad there's a university that's willing to accept ME. I hereby swear that I'm going to ace in my course with a first class honour! I hope 3 years later I won't have to come back to this entry and tell myself, "Damn I fucked it up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_____ thanks for always checking up on my blog. I guess you're the only one who queries me when you're in doubt of anything written down here. And that makes you special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3038303051424188340?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3038303051424188340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3038303051424188340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-not-for.html' title='If not for'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2580300603923877577</id><published>2009-05-22T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:22:59.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A finger just went up my ass, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2580300603923877577?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2580300603923877577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2580300603923877577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/05/ew.html' title='Ew'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2731298712682737111</id><published>2009-05-05T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:52:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously one of the most drag ass days in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I can't comprehend myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2731298712682737111?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2731298712682737111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2731298712682737111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/05/rants.html' title='rants'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2654346878930179951</id><published>2009-04-26T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:40:27.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's coming real soon! I've pictured myself in the parade since a year ago. Finally, my time is just round the corner. A part of me wished it hadn't come too soon and the other just can't wait! Know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might just write my bipgraphy on my army life as I think it'd be such a waste to just keep it in memories. Till then peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2654346878930179951?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2654346878930179951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2654346878930179951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/04/few-days-away.html' title='A few days away!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3641598540984821885</id><published>2009-04-21T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:44:07.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MUST WATCH THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love her so much already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3641598540984821885?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3641598540984821885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3641598540984821885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-must-watch-this.html' title='YOU MUST WATCH THIS'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6481297410034931518</id><published>2009-04-16T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:06:28.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we were young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember clearly few days before the start of primary 1. My parents were giving me lessons on how to count money. My pocket money was $1 at that time, so they kept asking me how much change should I get back if the food is 10cents 20cents etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must admit it took me quite a while to figure that out but alas I got it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So on the first day of school I remembered ordering 1 fishball and 1 hot dog which cost me 40cents in total. I remembered dipping the fishball in some black sauce that looked damn shiok but I spat it out seconds later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay that's not the point but when I was supposed to pay the auntie at that time, I didn't know how much is 40 cents so I emptied my wallet in front of her hinting her to take the 40 cents herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tell you the thought of that just made me think I'm so damn cute last time can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's not it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I usually get my $1 in coins of 1 50cents, 2 20cents and 1 10 cents. Never ever had a note in my wallet before, so naturally I think it's damn cool to have one in my wallet cause it made me feel richer. So sometimes I would go to the bookshop and change all my coins for that special 1 dollar note. I felt different I swear! Felt as if I got alot of money to spend now cause of a NOTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's till when I realised that when I buy a fishball and hotdog again the change is the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6481297410034931518?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6481297410034931518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6481297410034931518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-we-were-young.html' title='When we were young'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6275607660137989657</id><published>2009-04-11T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:16:29.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vrooooom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am seduced by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6275607660137989657?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6275607660137989657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6275607660137989657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/04/vrooooom_11.html' title='vrooooom'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4743858724555964726</id><published>2009-03-24T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:44:17.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somehow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow I've learnt quite abit from this experience.&lt;br /&gt;Something that I've never quite understood in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4743858724555964726?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4743858724555964726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4743858724555964726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/03/somehow.html' title='somehow'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-5320934586623888541</id><published>2009-03-21T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:05:04.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart aches so much knowing I can't do a damn thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It pains me to see you this sad. Whatever happened to the joyous girl I once knew back in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lay on my bed pondering how can I ease your pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before going to bed I pray to God to bless you and take good care of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I simply wish for you to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please bless my dear friend and give her the guiding light she needs. I hope she'll be strong and happy! I know she deserves the best in life and I'm more than willing to sacrifice my happiness for a tinge of her happiness. I'm sure you'll answer my prayer this time, every time like you always do! (Just like how I cleared my SOC) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weizhen i believe you can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-5320934586623888541?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5320934586623888541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5320934586623888541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-ache.html' title='dear lord'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4243749196824730658</id><published>2009-03-11T13:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:40:51.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SbdOmjOouwI/AAAAAAAAACs/fBrjKae0u2c/s1600-h/jon+sab+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311800709705415426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SbdOmjOouwI/AAAAAAAAACs/fBrjKae0u2c/s320/jon+sab+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SbdOfk97ISI/AAAAAAAAACk/Dt2efTfxnhY/s1600-h/jon+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311800589913104674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SbdOfk97ISI/AAAAAAAAACk/Dt2efTfxnhY/s320/jon+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SbdObTqE6qI/AAAAAAAAACc/gmeOg9Fs8HE/s1600-h/fwah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311800516546980514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SbdObTqE6qI/AAAAAAAAACc/gmeOg9Fs8HE/s320/fwah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were beautiful memories we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm bringing them along with me to Taiwan to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4243749196824730658?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4243749196824730658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4243749196824730658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/03/those-days.html' title='Those days'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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/_lUBcbfOwEwA/SbdOmjOouwI/AAAAAAAAACs/fBrjKae0u2c/s72-c/jon+sab+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6026495779070884326</id><published>2009-03-08T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:50:09.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wallet left at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still remember this incident vividly when I was in primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had left for school and accidentally left my wallet at home. Well to me it isn't such a big issue cause the most I'll just have nothing for recess. During my lesson, my teacher called me out and that's when I realised my father had came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being a silly boy back then, the first thing that came out of my mouth was "Why you come?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad then took my wallet out and handed it to me. I simply shoved him off and tell him that I didn't need it. My teacher insisted I take my wallet and say "thank you" which I did reluctantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come to think of it now, my father must have felt really hurt by my action. It's only till today do I feel for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes we don't really know how much hurt we can cause someone till we start to ponder back on it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the greatest man I've ever known, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6026495779070884326?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6026495779070884326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6026495779070884326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/03/wallet-left-at-home.html' title='the wallet left at home'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-728098325012261458</id><published>2009-03-02T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:49:58.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish you can see things in another perspective and let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's not worth losing one's senses over someone, not one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You're going to break my heart if he break yours.&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/33371072-728098325012261458?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/728098325012261458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/728098325012261458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-silly.html' title='very silly'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3687408229988100037</id><published>2009-02-25T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:49:53.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more weeks and i'm flying to taiwan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes in another 15 more days and Taiwan here I come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's so happy about it I wonder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be going there for exercise and will be back probably a month later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lastly I've got this terrible running nose that keeps spilling mucus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I've dugged out some nose shit and accidentally pulled out one strand of nose hair. Very pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3687408229988100037?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3687408229988100037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3687408229988100037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-more-weeks-and-im-flying-to-taiwan.html' title='2 more weeks and i&apos;m flying to taiwan!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-1070955577668127440</id><published>2009-02-15T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:01:08.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this but i really do miss school alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I so wanna work very hard this time round in my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which is defintely a first in this lifetime of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear lord, please let Sabrina be with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-1070955577668127440?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1070955577668127440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1070955577668127440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/02/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-8932393296566569291</id><published>2009-02-08T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:37:32.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 36 hrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's no fun walking aimlessly in the jungle knowing that the rest of the world is asleep, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the worst part, you never know when everything ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8932393296566569291?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8932393296566569291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8932393296566569291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-36-hrs.html' title='My 36 hrs'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4858648949138736802</id><published>2009-01-28T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:33:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to get all hyped up and excited over the lunar new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But this time round I just fall asleep at half the places I visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, It's quite a drag ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that's because of army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4858648949138736802?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4858648949138736802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4858648949138736802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunar-new-year.html' title='Lunar new year'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4794705639002916504</id><published>2009-01-22T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:28:18.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I had an appointment at the national skin centre few days back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you know my camp is at changi which is not exactly very near NSC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took a bus to Tampines mrt. Then I told myself whichever direction the mrt comes first I'll take it. Reason being even if it goes back to Pasir ris, I'll have a guaranteed seat on the mrt. So tada! The one heading to Pasir ris came first, I gladly board the train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then GUESS what! They announced saying "All passengers please alight the train as it's no longer in service." &amp;amp;^@#!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I was expecting it to head to Pasir ris and from there head back towards the Boon Lay direction. Who would have thought that it's no longer in service!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok never mind about that. So I took the other train that was heading to Boon Lay this time round. And I foolishly alighted at Outrum thinking that was my right stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's till a lady told me I should have switch train and alighted at Novena instead. Oh great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I retook another train and this time round I foolishly alighted at Newton instead of Novena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAFFAK! Why must NEWTON AND NOVENA sound so damn f***ing similar!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So no choice, had to take a bus from NEWTON to NSC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My journey totalled 2 hours. And I was late for my appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4794705639002916504?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4794705639002916504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4794705639002916504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-2-hours.html' title='my 2 hours'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-7716145527054239341</id><published>2009-01-10T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:32:56.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more months and I'll be through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well 5 more months and I'm through officially. 3 more months and I'm through unofficially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really going to miss it when it's all over, but for now i'm dreading every single day of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why you emo isit? Cut your hair so short."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"But I like it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7716145527054239341?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7716145527054239341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7716145527054239341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-more-months-and-ill-be-through.html' title='5 more months and I&apos;ll be through'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6641211341691561487</id><published>2009-01-04T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:54:20.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to army!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know everytime I do half squats, leg press or any form of leg exercises, I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that? I'm so grateful for all you've done for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you are doing well whereever you may be and I pray our paths do cross someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to my shit hole. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay I'll see the world again in 5 days, till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6641211341691561487?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6641211341691561487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6641211341691561487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-army.html' title='back to army!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3689553056198850547</id><published>2009-01-01T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:29:46.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie 2008 is seriously fucked up to the maximum and I officially declare it the worst show of 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20mins into the show and I'm telling myself "can I get the hell out of here?!" Yes, it's that bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I spend the last day of 2008 with Sabrina and Jon. Weird combination but we managed to pull through somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3689553056198850547?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3689553056198850547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3689553056198850547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-of-2008.html' title='last day of 2008'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-587367397228661599</id><published>2008-12-30T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:46:40.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's either the weather or the festive food cause I'm down with flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was blowing my nose earlier when the right hole came out mucus with blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I tried to blow my left hole but no blood came out. Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you people are wondering how I take turns to blow each hole, I simply cover the other hole with my index finger, silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-587367397228661599?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/587367397228661599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/587367397228661599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-7328773748677486865</id><published>2008-12-26T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:04:00.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-hyperd christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad was telling us how he overheard one couple talking earlier on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl: Merry xmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guy: Meh ni na ma ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that's funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Same shit different year, what's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7328773748677486865?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7328773748677486865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7328773748677486865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-hyperd-christmas.html' title='Over-hyperd christmas'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-3876557478279581199</id><published>2008-12-21T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:40:26.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>braces and hairband</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know I have to admit that I really got a thing for braces and hairbands!&lt;br /&gt;So it's only normal that If I ever come across a girl wearing that, I'll go head over heels for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I've met her. In fact she's used to be my physiotherapist. With her thin red hairband and braces, I can say she took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I have quite a big crush on her and I really enjoyed all my physiotherapy sessions with her.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a "thank you" card on our last session with my msn in it.&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping she might add me but that day still hasn't come!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hoping, you know really desperately "wishing/praying/fantasizing/whatever-other-words-fit" the day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God please please please please please please please prettypleaseeeee help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-3876557478279581199?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3876557478279581199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/3876557478279581199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/12/braces-and-hairband.html' title='braces and hairband'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2764794824491023920</id><published>2008-12-20T10:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:55:23.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no fun at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not the weird timings of the day we've to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not the shit that we've been put through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nor is it the physical demands of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But rather the social implications we faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wished it'll be all over soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I bet when I look back, I wish it hadn't end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really really really can't figure out why she didn't do it. It gets me all so ARGH! Like I'm not even suppose to have a taste of it. Waffak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2764794824491023920?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2764794824491023920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2764794824491023920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-no-fun-at-all.html' title='It&apos;s no fun at all'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-713406424930521834</id><published>2008-12-16T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:21:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know I've never felt this much love in my life. I feel so wanted right now.&lt;br /&gt;The cards and books simply melt my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last session of physio. "All the best!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-713406424930521834?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/713406424930521834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/713406424930521834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-for-everything.html' title='Thank you for everything!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-1088687363101837621</id><published>2008-04-14T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:25:04.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what, I'm really grateful for everything I have or had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-1088687363101837621?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1088687363101837621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1088687363101837621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-know-what-im-really-grateful-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-5794670674726039819</id><published>2008-02-17T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:35:28.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And tada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can physically count the number of friends whom I go out with during the weekends with my bare hand. Somtimes, my hand is not even required! Ha, how sad can that be! Suck thumb. So this is what all the guys go through eh? Thank god I still have my family or I'll probably be buying guard duties every weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow there's not much happy things to blog about nowadays although there are! Cause it's usually army related stuff so there's no point in saying it down here. Well here's one thing I really get annoyed while I shit in ns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually we're in our number 4 meaning in our green uniform with long sleeves. We have our boots together with our socks and gutters. It's super irritating to shit with your boots on I tell you! Well because after shitting, I would love to clean my backside. But the thing is I cant roll my pants entirely down due to the high cut boots so it sort of can't go any lower than the boots. And with that I can't open my backside wide enough to give it a good clean! How irritating can that be! So usually, I'll just suck thumb and clean my best or if time permits I'll take off my boots and wear it back afterwards. How time consuming right! They should invent a new toilet bowl which features backside cleaning as well since my ass is already position nicely! Ah, I'm the FG after all these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-5794670674726039819?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5794670674726039819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5794670674726039819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-tada.html' title='And tada!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-7719059886391298459</id><published>2008-02-08T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:54:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weizhen, my new year piece of joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;happy rat year lizard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahzahahHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;whats so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;i gt it u know&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;nv reply me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;shit ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;got what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;got IT la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;what IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;LICENSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;SAY SO LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;GOT IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;GOT MY BACKSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;first attemp ;eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;*leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;u tyco la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhahahahahahahahHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe you were wearing skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;ya tyco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;then instructor give chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;im weearing jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;you must be wearing some really short skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;dont bluff me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;shit u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;jeans and t shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;the tester mesmerized by my oh so weonderful SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;the tester mesmerized by my oh so weonderful SMILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;are you shitting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;let me blog about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;you are a piece of joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;my chniese new year joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;shit u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thin orange hairband. says:&lt;br /&gt;go where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;u want date me huh?hahahhah&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/33371072-7719059886391298459?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7719059886391298459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7719059886391298459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/02/weizhen-my-new-year-piece-of-joke.html' title='Weizhen, my new year piece of joke'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-7496453157931847980</id><published>2008-01-13T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T09:53:34.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabrina my friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came across the princess Sabrina's blog which said something that totally put a smile to my day. "I was so bored, I ran out of blogs to read. No idea why, but I ended up typing pootiepants.blogspot.com and hit Enter. And I read the archives. I was smiling the whole time I was reading it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tell you it feels so good to know that I can actually make you smile one way or another. It made me supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! And that by the way is the longest word in the dictionary my friend. Oh Sabrina Sabrina you made my Sunday a really bright Sunday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you'll be smiling when you read this entry too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-7496453157931847980?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7496453157931847980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/7496453157931847980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/01/sabrina-my-friend.html' title='Sabrina my friend!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-8851340894440781634</id><published>2008-01-06T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:27:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's you and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what, I'm feeling like shit right now. There's no one right to talk to about it cause they simply don't understand, except for those who are suffering the same shit as I'm having. It's mentally draining I must say and the thought of me being kept in there for another 6 days just wanna make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But nothing comes for free! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm telling myself I only get to experience this for the next 1.5 years after which even if I want more of it I won't get it. Well what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know many out there are dying to be in my shoes, thus how can I whine about it when others want this chance that I have! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It'll be all worth it I know. I can just imagine the look on my proud parents face when that day comes. And that's what is going to keep me going on till the end I swear, no matter what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8851340894440781634?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8851340894440781634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8851340894440781634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-you-and-me.html' title='It&apos;s you and me'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4986586364878075869</id><published>2007-12-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:15:11.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serving the nation at the expense of the things you once had. I hate it. Everything seems so damn meaningless right now. I can't help but wonder does the problem lies with me instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what? Things will be better if you just F*** off for a while. Damn piece of glue that hardly give us space to breath you piece of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4986586364878075869?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4986586364878075869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4986586364878075869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-1397772772364336553</id><published>2007-09-29T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:13:03.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heightophobia</title><content type='html'>1000 ft isn't fun at all. And I'm fucking scared right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-1397772772364336553?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1397772772364336553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1397772772364336553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/09/heightophobia.html' title='Heightophobia'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-5194333823881511781</id><published>2007-09-09T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:44:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAYNERRAYNERRAYNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know why, but Rayner just refuses to blog. Since that's the case, I'm so gonna just nudge this stupid damn page a little. It has been a while, hasn't it? Yup, busy, with RUBBISH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eh, but, I don't know what to write about. Maybe I tell you some lame jokes given to me by some smelly bulldog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: What do you call prawns with no legs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Lame Sia (pronounced as xia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: Why does Superman fly with that pose? (the pose with right hand straight up and left hand at the side of waist with clenched fist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: He needed to change gear with his left hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: What did Reese Witherspoon kill herself with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: Nope, not with a spoon, but with a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Q: What do you say when you tickle rich girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A: GUCCI, GUCCI, GUCCI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes yes, the clown's lame. But I guess that's the main reason why the clown is called 'THE CLOWN'. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The CLOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-5194333823881511781?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5194333823881511781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5194333823881511781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/09/raynerraynerrayner.html' title='RAYNERRAYNERRAYNER'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6486659897851312419</id><published>2007-09-01T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:22:39.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wenhui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah I just finished watching "honour and passion". And I must say I really really like this drama serial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;! And I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. One character in particular would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wenhui&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rui&lt;/span&gt; en played the role very well and I'm so in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wenhui&lt;/span&gt; right now. Yes yes it may be fictional but oh well no harming loving one more girl what. It's been a while since I last felt something for a drama serial. Sadly all good things come to an end just like my POP which is just around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really want to curb my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt; but at the rate which you give me money weekly I just can't help but to spend on quality things. And I admit that it has come to a point whereby I'm sick of quality things and simply miss the norms. It has to stop or it'll become a habit. I'll use the notes to clean my backside in future, this way it'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; stop. Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6486659897851312419?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6486659897851312419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6486659897851312419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/09/wenhui.html' title='Wenhui'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-966084374445204049</id><published>2007-08-26T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:07:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived!</title><content type='html'>Yes I survived the 8 days out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm thinking of removing my blog. Seems so pointless when I'm just don't have the zest to make new post anymore. It's really taxing and the topics I can think of is army army and army. What not? It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and during my 8 days I shit once. Appeared to be a long twirl of brown shit just like the 50 cents macdonald ice cream, ending the serving with a tip on top of it. Imagine! Something like the shit you see in cartoon. Yes yes same thing! Freaked the shit out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-966084374445204049?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/966084374445204049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/966084374445204049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-survived.html' title='I survived!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-8627335837748841946</id><published>2007-08-09T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:57:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bless me for the 8 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Combat rations are horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't intend to shit for 8 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mosquitoes and ants are my best buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm allergic to grass which leads to rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 days shall fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay you're not as pretty as you once appeared to be. In fact I think you're quite ugly now. You won't hear this from me either cause It'll defintely break your heart but I'd rather you be ugly so I don't get too distracted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another thing, thank god for pretty girls! So it's grass guys and girls now. My 3G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8627335837748841946?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8627335837748841946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8627335837748841946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/08/save-me.html' title='Save me'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-675055851603214194</id><published>2007-07-29T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:46:05.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 100th post and what not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's sad looking back at old photos which I once had hair. The days in school were such happy times where the only word "play" is on my mind. Looking back at things now, it's all so different now. I just can't wait to get back to studies and just simply fool around without a thing to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for girls cause that's probably one of things I really look out for whenever I book out, HAHA! They just make me feel life isn't all that bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-675055851603214194?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/675055851603214194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/675055851603214194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/07/100th-post-and-what-not.html' title='The 100th post and what not?'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4944333424019241952</id><published>2007-07-22T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T10:30:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee like free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My pee is free. Pee so much that I need to wake up in the middle of the night to pee. Irritating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has defintely been good. Still able to meet up with friends and loved ones though time is a constraint. I must say I am satisfied with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't have much to say in this entry la, just that I told Jamie I sneaked out of camp for her. That idiot really go believe I go through the hole in the fence and sneaked out of camp. So naive, innocent and dumb. Oh that's what I like about you! Muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4944333424019241952?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4944333424019241952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4944333424019241952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/07/pee-like-free.html' title='Pee like free'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-1358849209336960603</id><published>2007-07-15T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:41:33.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@%^#@%# who shit!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised I have been farting alot so it must have been a sign for me to go and shit. So I grabbed my toilet roll and went to shit. It was a good one, everything came out like a breeze and the best part was there's no one in the toilet to disturb me. So peaceful eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a group of mates of mine who came to bath. The first few sentence I heard was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mates: Wah knnbccb wei se me jiang chou?! (Why so smelly!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mates: Cb zhen the hen chou! (Really damn smelly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they proceed on to bath and while shampooing themselves with all the lovely fragrance I thought they would not complain that much. But still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mates: Wah cb hai shi hen chou, Knn sui zai pang sai!? (Wah cb it's still damn smelly, who is the one shitting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the point of time when I heard that, I tell myself I must go into my ninja mode and not get spotted by them. So I quickly wipped my ass and sneak out. I quickly walk out of the cubicle pretending I was one of the victims smelling the shit too. Hopefully they didn't suspect it was me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll be confined next week so I'll only be out on the 28th. Dates and appointments will all be pushed to sometime around the 28th alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-1358849209336960603?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1358849209336960603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/1358849209336960603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-shit.html' title='@%^#@%# who shit!?'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-5577362304518190234</id><published>2007-07-07T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:42:15.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's in LOVE LOVE LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's in LOVE LOVE LOVE. And I'm in LOVE LOVE LOVE with myself of course. And you're so sweet sweet sweet. And this is so eeyer yer yer. Okay whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay now I'm left with a huge patch of blank white space to fill up. What's next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I've been good. Waking up at 515 everyday has become a routine. Each morning I wake up with only one thing on my mind "wtf, so fast must wake up already!". Then I'll drag my 2 feets to the toilet and see the masses with all the same typical "please let me sleep more" look. I swear some can even fall asleep while brushing their teeth. I brush my teeth, wash my face and take a leak and he is still there brushing his teeth with his eyes half open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I farted in my bunk and being the honest boy everyone knows I admit to it. The next thing I know someone quickly took the air freshner and spray into my pants. So much so for being honest huh. Basket! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-5577362304518190234?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5577362304518190234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5577362304518190234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/07/shes-in-love-love-love.html' title='She&apos;s in LOVE LOVE LOVE'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4675427708278111887</id><published>2007-07-03T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:11:47.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY YOUTH DAY</title><content type='html'>not very happy since all of us are not youths anymore since polytechnic days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you considered a youth? &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you given one day off? &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you need to go to school? &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy? &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is not a very happy youth day afterall. It's more like my first day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the young adult's world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4675427708278111887?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4675427708278111887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4675427708278111887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-youth-day.html' title='HAPPY YOUTH DAY'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n60m0l8ncFg/SfW9pw87_nI/AAAAAAAADo0/IfVqcH1FrMk/S220/stock11.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-8925993156966910603</id><published>2007-06-27T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:04:53.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shampoo or not?</title><content type='html'>That's the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayner boy says that he has no foam on his head when he shampoos. So he is very keen to know if he should even use shampoo a not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get his point. I get foam even when I shampoo my legs. Rayner boy asked me to shampoo my armpits and the foam will neverend. Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, please do leave down your opinions: SHAMPOO OR NOT, in his tagboard or his friendster. Rayner needs help, even though he is away in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lend a helping hand to this mentally disabled kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Your generosity is greatly appreciated. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Clown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8925993156966910603?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8925993156966910603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8925993156966910603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/shampoo-or-not.html' title='Shampoo or not?'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6390807234009272393</id><published>2007-06-26T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:24:46.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE YOU!</title><content type='html'>I really wanna blog. But I am so busy. School has reopened, and I am so so busy. I'm busier than the bumble bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I WILL SURE BE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAYNER DID A STUPID SAD ENTRY. I WANNA SAVE THIS WORLD FROM MISERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT FOR ME,&lt;br /&gt;CLOWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-6390807234009272393?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6390807234009272393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6390807234009272393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/save-you.html' title='SAVE YOU!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4652501701111861968</id><published>2007-06-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:07:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIAHLAH</title><content type='html'>REI SAID HE MISSED RAYNER AND HE THINKS RAYNER IS NICE AND CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAYNER SAID HE LOVES REI MORE THAN HE LOVES JAMIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAYNER SAYS HE WANNA MEET REI SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REI ALSO SAID SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE CAN JUST GO AND DIE TOGETHER WITH STEPHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;CLOWN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4652501701111861968?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/feeds/4652501701111861968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33371072&amp;postID=4652501701111861968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4652501701111861968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4652501701111861968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/siahlah.html' title='SIAHLAH'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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-33371072.post-8152473855248006081</id><published>2007-06-24T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:56:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so different all together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things have changed. It's no longer the same anymore as much as we hate it to happen. We all have to move on don't we? Most yes but some no. It's inevitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really really do miss you alot at times man. It's just that no matter how I put it to you it just never seemed sincere enough to let you know that I really miss you. I always liked having you around me because I simply lose track of time when we're together. Like they say absence make the hearts fonder, how true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So many people and so little time. If only everyone means of communicating are universal that would defintely ease things up. Okay this entry seemed somewhat sad but no worries, the clown will be back to entertain while I'm away again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-8152473855248006081?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8152473855248006081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/8152473855248006081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-so-different-all-together.html' title='It&apos;s so different all together'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2082503551374777340</id><published>2007-06-23T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:52:34.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay back!</title><content type='html'>Yay my first book out! All is fine really and sad thing to say I have to book in tomorrow night. I dreamt of 3 people when I was in camp. My dad, Zihui and Stephanie. I don't know why but I dreamt that my dad died in my dream, fuck. Then zihui was riding a pink little vespa (scooter) and it so damn well suit her. As for stephanie, I really can't remember what the dream was about. Maybe she being rolled over by a tank and became prettier or something (Can't remember). So yeah, 8 days or so just flew by like that. Ok not flew la it's like counting down and boom finally we're out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really it's so true when they say you meet all sorts of people in camp. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2082503551374777340?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2082503551374777340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2082503551374777340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-back.html' title='Yay back!'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-5352159568156686953</id><published>2007-06-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:27:28.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest apperance'/><title type='text'>Rayner's future wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAYNER IS COMING HOME (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oh yeah, i realised something when I viewed his friendster today. I realised that he uploaded a picture of his future wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I promise that it wasnt me. Okay, I cant swear so I promised okay, but believe me, it wasn't me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Though I somehow hacked his blog account, I have never tried ( never mind the fact I had no time) to hack his friendster account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT THAT PICTURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gave me fright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;His wife looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Fill in the blanks with whatever words that appear in your mind )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What's that word? Share it with us in the tagboard situated on the left of the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All tags are welcome :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- STEPHIE WITH &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&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/33371072-5352159568156686953?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5352159568156686953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/5352159568156686953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/rayners-future-wife.html' title='Rayner&apos;s future wife'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n60m0l8ncFg/SfW9pw87_nI/AAAAAAAADo0/IfVqcH1FrMk/S220/stock11.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-2164173700748172774</id><published>2007-06-22T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:20:13.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) I love Rayner boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pator la. Forget me la. Dont want reply la. Busy la. Enjoying la. My name is Rayner la. Your kindergarten mate la. Be safe la. Dont die la. Bye la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love Rayner boy so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-2164173700748172774?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2164173700748172774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/2164173700748172774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-rayner-boy.html' title='=) I love Rayner boy.'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-6563136434254080980</id><published>2007-06-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:20:30.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fart Detector</title><content type='html'>HI AGAIN EVERYONE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been the most exciting day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to remove our armpit hair. Serious! Now, I've never noticed that armyboys were armpithairless. I ought to be more observant in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a choice of whether to shave, pluck, or cut our armpit hair. Jamie was screaming at me to shave because she said it's the least painful way. I don't know about girls, but for guys, it's QUITE PAINFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We gymed today and the seniors even came and compared our arms! Tsk. I'm like literally sunburnt (upper body). While my friends got sunburnt on their heads! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another interesting thing that we did today, we were working on a new invention in the laboratory! Let me leak something out to you. We're currently working on a new chemical that is able to detect any poisonous gases (ex. FARTS). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the 21st and 22nd century, people might be even high-tech to the extent that they induce poisonous killer gases in their body. The gases will be stored in their rectum, and till the suicide bomber gets onto a crowded MRT train, then he will let off his poisonous gas. Now, the only downside of this poisonous gas, is that you need to fill your whole body with the gas first (FULL TANK). Despite it being at full tank, this gas will actually leak as you are walking. So it will kill other commuters or passerbys along the way. What a scary world this is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So before this GAS suicide bomber even comes about, we have to first invent a chemical that detects farts. Simple as it sounds, but trust me, the lab work is driving me nuts. Imagine being cooped in a fart filled lab for the entire day, differentiating different kinds of farts. I mean, we've gotta know the farts well, so as to produce a chemical to counter it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, this chemical like thing works like limewater. COOL. BUT, it is in the form of a gas, not limewater.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I'll keep you guys updated. The idea is actually quite interesting. Like you fart, and then a purple cloud of smoke appears behind you. Your fart might be soundless, but it is definitely fatal and COLOURFUL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AIYA! Sir telling me to smell a cabbage fart and he is scolding me for feeding my bunkmate kailan instead of cabbage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't exactly my fault la, I was too interested in blogging. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RAYNER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: TWO MORE DAYS.&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/33371072-6563136434254080980?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6563136434254080980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/6563136434254080980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/fart-detector.html' title='Fart Detector'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-802301065024578604</id><published>2007-06-19T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:23:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood memories</title><content type='html'>OKAY. I'M SO ANGRY BECAUSE THERE IS NO MORE HOT WATER IN THE HOT WATER POT. AND I AM EVEN MORE ANGRY BECAUSE I CAN'T COOK MY MAGGI MEE! I'M GOING TO JUST DIE OF HUNGER, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a really really really tiring day. I didn't wanna blog yesterday because Jamie girl made me so so angry. I was so angry that I could swallow ten sirs and chew 10 sergeants. But ah hahahaha! It was my fault! So I apologise to Jamie girl 10 million times. (Jamie girl: NO, RAYNER DIDN'T APOLOGISE, I DID.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me tell you more about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we learnt how to wash the toilets. Tsk, I've been applying for maid permit. No, not me as the maid. But, I've applied to ask for my parents to bring in a maid for me. Let's hope it gets approved then I need not wash my own clothes, nor wash the toilets, nor sweep the floor, NOR WIPE the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's easy to WIPE the floor? Heyhey, I'm not talking about MOPPING the floor. Mop floor so easy, Mark Lee also know. But we're talking about WIPING the floor here. Wiping as in, like Cinderella you know, take a dirty piece of cloth and kneel on the floor wiping each and every tile singing 'Hihohiho'. Yes, that is the seven dwarves song. CINDERELLA CANNOT SING THEIR SONG MEH!? Which bloody law states so?! Then tell me why the Prince from Sleeping Beauty can go and save Rapanzel? I doubt you know the answer either right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, maybe my childhood friend knows the answer. She's always in her 'land' of her own. She can concoct 127 fairy tales, yet each and every prince/princess is different from each other. Her latest fairy tale revolves around Nicholas Tse, Edison Chen and Dior (made-up character).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better not start any stories about this childhood friend. If I start, I'd probably go on and on relating each and every single story of hers. She's damn cheong hei (long winded) and she'd always go on and on to prove herself right. No choice la, this kinda bitch, whatever she say, just let her win lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me back memories of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a real tyrant when I was a little boy. When I was around 2 odd 3, I started schooling at Little World Childcare Centre. This Childcare Centre was located in the wee corner of Moubatten Lane. Little World Childcare Centre was opened by Mdm Koh. Mdm Koh is better known as the mother of Ericia Lee. I swear Ericia's boobs weren't that big when I was schooling there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uniform I wore happens to be REALLY REALLY cute. The boys were dorned in blue shorts with a white t shirt that has a huge rainbow at the back. The girls wore a red dress that has a rainbow at the right breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I refuse to leak out so much because I wanna make this a sequel. A sequel of my childhood series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world.&lt;br /&gt;RAYNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: NOT RAYNER'S POINT OF VIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I only have vivid memories and clear knowledge of Rayner's childhood, nothing else. I can't blog about his current life as I know lil of it. Thus, I have to seperate into many sequels. If I were to blog all of it in one day, I'd be left with nothing to blog with till Rayner boy's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;CLOWN a.k.a Rayner's future wife to be a.k.a SEAN'S STALKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Oh, I spotted Sean flirting with our neighbour! Malay mina-ish girl with a short bob and has legs as skinny as KateMoss, yet, having the face of Kumar. How pretty is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-802301065024578604?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/802301065024578604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/802301065024578604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/childhood-memories.html' title='childhood memories'/><author><name>Rayner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02862637249791200410</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33371072.post-4726514482313360985</id><published>2007-06-19T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:01:16.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest apperance'/><title type='text'>from steph once more</title><content type='html'>Seriously speaking, I feel so sick. Literally sick, not sick of life, sick of whatever nots. I'm quitting my job soon and starting school. For that, I feel alien again in a whole new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, why am I blogging here as if it's my blog? Here's something to share ( and i think everyone would have already knew) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayner said he'll be back on the 23rd to create chaos again, so rejoice everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33371072-4726514482313360985?l=pootiepants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4726514482313360985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33371072/posts/default/4726514482313360985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pootiepants.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-steph-once-more.html' title='from steph once more'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n60m0l8ncFg/SfW9pw87_nI/AAAAAAAADo0/IfVqcH1FrMk/S220/stock11.png'/></author></entry></feed>
