<?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-16051656</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:10:59.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeSTiNy'S In My HaNds...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16051656.post-114916950077164999</id><published>2006-06-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:45:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder</title><content type='html'>Well many months ago started my blog with a i wonder post and here i am now many months later with new updates... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i been wondering alot of things--------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat relationship is all about--- some form of bond btw 2 person of the opp sex??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how some ppl can cope so well with a break up and start new one quickly--- maybe they fan de xia bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if its impt for a christian to get a  christian stead--- chen nian wang shi haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when is it my turn to get to know all the pretty gers---damn it.. some guys are juz so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how i will look like if i cut botak--- muz be damn toot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i will succeed to become a pilot when its time to switch vocation--- juz hope for the best lor.. do ur best the rest iz kan tian le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat will happen if i become a pilot---fly a F15 maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat will happen if technology advances and theres is no need for a pilot anymore--- pilot get paid $5000 a month to cut the grass beside the runway lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat if i chose be a technician instead of a pilot wat will happen--- get lesser pay lor... slower lifestyle... if u get wat i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long will i be in the force, till retirement or end of 10 yrs--- see how lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why some ppl juz have better complexion then i have--- aiya ren ming la... juz make sure ur face is clean everyday lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i sign 10 yr of my life away to the force--- how i noe passion wor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i had made the right choice in signing--- sign dou sign le wat can u do... juz do ur best la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i muz like sooooooo many ppl at the same time---- blame it on ur gemini heart lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who i will eventually choose--- who noes... maybe none of the above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder wat my future will be--- wait and see lor... only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder, i wonder, i wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-114916950077164999?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/114916950077164999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=114916950077164999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/114916950077164999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/114916950077164999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114916950077164999' title='I wonder'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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-16051656.post-114291088534928470</id><published>2006-03-21T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:14:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lonely wait</title><content type='html'>The earth revolves,&lt;br /&gt;And time evolves.&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise, there never was&lt;br /&gt;Only the moonless night i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be the world in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the one to open it up&lt;br /&gt;To bring sunrise into me&lt;br /&gt;So that i will no-longer be&lt;br /&gt;A lonely me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiting me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-16051656.post-114258814211400325</id><published>2006-03-17T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:37:24.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Well this isnt exactly original.. but at least it allows those who nv see it before see it lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of a sister, ask someone who dun have.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 10 yrs, ask a newly divored couple.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 4 yrs, ask a graduate.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 1 yr, ask a student who fail their final exam.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 9 mths, ask a mother who have juz given birth to a still born.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 1 mth, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 1 week, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 1 hour, ask lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 1 min, ask someone who has juz missed a bus, train or airplane.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 1 sec, ask a person who has juz survived an accident.&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of 1 millisecond, ask a person who has juz won the olympic silver medal.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to realize the value of a friend or loved ones, lose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one, treasure time and treasure any moment we have with our loved ones or friends or anyone dearest to u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;(" ,)')&lt;br /&gt;(')(') ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-114258814211400325?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16051656.post-114258710646978702</id><published>2006-03-17T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:18:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the 4 candles</title><content type='html'>This is a story of the 4 candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were 4 candles, everyday they kept on burning and burning as if they have an infinite fuel to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, a child happen to hear them converse.&lt;br /&gt;The first candle said: "I am PEACE, but i believe no one can keep me lit up any longer." And with that the flame on it diminished and went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second candle when on: "I am FAITH, and i believe i am no longer indispensible, and it make no sense for me to be lit any longer." And with that, a breeze softly blew on it and the flame died out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her friends die out one by one, the third candle spoke, sadly: "I am LOVE, I have got no more strength left to stay lit. People left me aside and dun understand the meaning of love. They clean forgotten about my importance and even forgot to love people who are nearest to them." And waiting no longer, the flame went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbearable, the child who was listening to the conversation open the door and said: "Why are the three candles Love, Faith and Peace not burning anymore?? They are suppose to burn till the end of time." Saying that, he cried bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the fourth candle spoke: "Dun you worry dear child, for i have not forsaken you. While i am still burning, we can re-light the other three candles. I am HOPE!" Then with eyes that shine with hope, the child took the candle and re-light the other three candles. And the candles of PEACE, FAITH, LOVE and HOPE started to burn together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that i end my story on the 4 candles.. Never should the flame of HOPE go out from your life. While your are alive, hope will always be there and with that we can re-light the FAITH, the PEACE and the LOVE that we have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u have a nice time reading... to those reading, lets keep our flames of HOPE burning till the end of time shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ///&lt;br /&gt;(" ,)')&lt;br /&gt;(')(').......... ///Cheerzz\\\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-114258710646978702?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/114258710646978702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=114258710646978702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/114258710646978702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/114258710646978702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114258710646978702' title='The story of the 4 candles'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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-16051656.post-114218245418148799</id><published>2006-03-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:54:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP GIT</title><content type='html'>after a great slp yesterday... now here i am blogging about it lor... this is a special blog... only once in a blue moon i will blog on topic like this lo... so muz read ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th of march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a friday la... i woke up at 4 pm this day.. not naturally lo.. alex call me up to play dota.. else i will still be in my swt swt lala land... dotzzz...&lt;br /&gt;ok so back to i woke up... and do my usual stuff la... then play dota.. then went for a jog after a game... so that i wont fall back to bed.. else i wont be at the camp lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reach the centre... then saw gawin and geraldine there already... i said hi and then geraldine says... wah... u like wearing uniform leh... every friday wear this t-shirt and this shorts.. my reply was.... isit... ... cuz i was too lazy to think of a reply.. then aunty norin came telling me that i was the camp commander.. then i juz said ok... ... ...  was still too blur to realize wat was going on lo... then 7.45 and all the children started to come in la... of course all the volunteers are there le... so i went into the conference room and wait guiding children to sit on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally at about 8 all the children has come and i start my camp com speech&lt;br /&gt;welcome them and blah blah blah... ok end of speech and then we "feng pei" them in to different groups.. since i was a first timer in camp com stuff for children so i wasnt sure wat to do to attract attention from the children la... luckily... Nicholas was there and he was nice enough to teach me the "CHILDREN ARE U OK!!" and the reply from them shud be "ALRITE!!" haha it was a nice tool to use lo they sure get attracted de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally everyone settled down and i left the stage to jasmine and cai rong.. to play their ice breakers... then after which it was the all awaited night trail... hahahaha... we went to pasir ris park for the night trail la... where they played some qn and answering game... wah i gotta praise eug and jen lor... their group "PALS" really super fast in the game la... they were the first to complete everything... and came back.. the second group was 30 mins behind them can... omg... really sheng... ok next came geraldine and cairong's "JOVIALE" and then jacq and nichola's "FRENS" and last came pl and manfred's "JEU" gawin was suppose to lead them la but since he was the org-ser for the game so pl took over... ok so we finalise the score while the group leaders taught their groups cheers...  &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then it was supper time... this was really OMG can.. i was happily giving out some cakes la then suddenly i heard "wah alvin has ate 3 cakes" then all of us was there omg-ing lo... cuz alvin will become hyper if he ate anything swt lo... okok so he was hyper after that... details i shant say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at the centre... we gathered them at the conference room and shahri and aunty norin gave them some short lesson while we were outside role playing lo for the next days act..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally shahri finish his lesson and the children went to bed... we planning on not slping... went to do our stuff la... i was using the com as usual to draw a ger with paint lo... but i was so tired i could not draw out the gers body no matter how hard i try... then we ended off and played card games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geraldine pl eugene and cr was playing amongst themselves while me jacq gawin jen and manfred was playing amongst ourselves... i felt we like left nicholas out la... felt bad though now that i recall... anyway back to card games... we played dai di first la... so after a round of dai di... we move on to ass-hole dai di... wah this was when all the fun and laughter starts la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we went on to bluff... it was a game more on truth than bluff lo... wth... everyone was saying the truth... and the best part was... the thick stacks of cards was circulating around la... and jacq could not take it anymore she starts her laughing spasm...  so we decided to end the game and play bridge... and this was the start of the torturous night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so bridge... first few games was ok... until the 5th or 6th game when jacq finally notice that no matter how many games we play.. i was always her partner for bridge la... and worse still kept on losing... cant blame me lo... all my cards was always lousy la... always on the min point lo..&lt;br /&gt;or maybe cuz i am new to the game also.. and it was terrorising... i lost almost all the games&lt;br /&gt;we played from 3 am till 7 am&lt;br /&gt;so u can guess how many games we played... and the reason we played so long was becuz of jacq... she was not comfortable with losing lo and with me somemore... so she kept on asking us to cont the game... and finally when she won with me... we managed to catch like 5 to 10 mins of slp.. and then it was bridge again... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she decided that she wont stop till she paired up with manfred... so we play another few more games... then finally she paired up with manfred... but this time she lost... so once again she buay song and wanted us to cont lo... until finally she won... and jen me and manfred ask eug pl and nicholas to play... haha we were traumatised la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was day 2 of the camp.. jen went in and gave the children some nice morning exercise... then after that i break them for break fast while the rest of us went to prepare for the station games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;station games was the most sian for me lo... though i was the camp com... i had nth much to do lo... kinda reminded me of my floater days... hahaha... i walked around to the different groups and finally went back to the centre... and sat on the floor with PALS and talk to them lo... cuz they were waiting for the 3rd station "the maze" i sat and sat and finally dose off la...&lt;br /&gt;dunno until when when i woke up... i saw CR and geraldine lo... they told me i was aslp and their group tried all means to wake me up lo... but i was still slping... haha... to tell the truth i had no idea they were trying to wake me up lo... i did not hear anything... kkz then it was the last game everyone gathered and played the water bomb throwing game... and after that... we went back to the centre again lo.. for the act&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... end of everything le... gave out the prizes to the individual group and the best camper and joker of the camp... then it was saying bb to the kids... after that eug came walking in to the conference room with a cake... and we started singing happy bird-day song to jen lo... cuz 12th march is her birthday mah... which was yesterday la cuz now when i write this thing is already 13th... and then she blow the candle and cut the cake... omg lo... the cake she cut until dunno wat la... anyway... i didnt care la heee cuz i was slping lo... and i did not wake up till eug call me up lo to eat the cake... haiz sounds like a pig lo slp and eat nia... kkz so all ends well and we packed to go home lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home together with jen and  cr on the train la... then tamp.. cr alighted and left me and jen.. we talked abit and then simei and she left then i told myself not to slp lo... but i still slpt...&lt;br /&gt;and when i woke up.. i head paya lebar... i was there omg-ing lo... i stood up and sqeezing thru the ppl and out of the closing door lo.. haha and then came the train bound for pasir ris so i took it and went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkz ending... it was a not bad git camp lo... for me la.. since i was a camp com... first time mah... but i felt quite bored lo at times... haha i felt abit guilty though towards nicholas cuz we sort of always left him out... eh ppl... lets try and make frens with him yar... heee.. kkz end le... hands damn suan can... type continuously for almost 45 mins... ciaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer////&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-114218245418148799?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/114218245418148799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=114218245418148799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/114218245418148799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/114218245418148799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114218245418148799' title='CAMP GIT'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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-16051656.post-113819299378801414</id><published>2006-01-25T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:43:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usage of the F' word</title><content type='html'>The F' word is a word where we can hear it everyday... we hear it in sch, we hear it on the street, we hear it at home and we do hear them in toilets too.. we hear them anywhere anytime.. there is no need for proper location to use them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one of the most interesting word u can find in the english language today is the F'word... 'FUCK'.. Out of all the words starting with F'.. 'FUCK' is the only word that can be referred as the F' word.. Juz by the sound, it can stand for pain, pleasure, hate and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'FUCK' as most words is derived from the german word 'FRICHEN' meaning, to strike... In the english language, 'FUCK' falls into many grammatically catogories.. like 'FUCKER', 'FUCKEST', 'FUCKING' etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a verb, for example, John 'FUCK' Jane or Jane 'FUCKS'... However, this magical word, is not always used sexually.. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of an adjective... John is doing all the 'FUCKING' work...&lt;br /&gt;As part of an adverb... Jane talks too 'FUCKING' loudly...&lt;br /&gt;As an adverb enhancing an adjective.... Jane is so 'FUCKING' beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;As a noun... I dun give a 'FUCK'...&lt;br /&gt;As part of a word... Abso-'FUCKING'-lutely or in-'FUCKING'-credible...&lt;br /&gt;As a full correct sentence... 'FUCK' the 'FUCKING' 'FUCKERS'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word 'FUCK' can be used in situations as well... For example:&lt;br /&gt;A Fraud... I got 'FUCKED' by the car dealer&lt;br /&gt;Dismay... Arhhh 'FUCK' it...&lt;br /&gt;Trouble... I guess I'm really 'FUCKED' now...&lt;br /&gt;Agression... Dun 'FUCK" with me buddy...&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty... I dun understand the 'FUCKING' problem...&lt;br /&gt;Enquiry... Wat the 'FUCK' was that??&lt;br /&gt;Dissatisfaction... I dun like wat the 'FUCK' is going on here...&lt;br /&gt;Incompetence... John's a 'FUCK-OFF'...&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal... Why dun u go somewhere and play or 'FUCK' urself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are juz some examples.. there are of course more of them...&lt;br /&gt;With these multi-purpose application, how can anyone really be offended when u use the word?? So ppl reading my blog.. the next time u hear the F' word.. do not feel dismayed... for all u know the person saying this word was facing one of, or maybe all of the situation above... hahaha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies...wat i have written was after a period of research.. this post aims to show the different usage of the F' word and not to be uncouth.. if it seems crude and offensive to the reade... i apologise sincerely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ///&lt;br /&gt;(" ,)')&lt;br /&gt;(')(')............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-113819299378801414?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/113819299378801414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=113819299378801414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/113819299378801414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/113819299378801414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113819299378801414' title='Usage of the F&apos; word'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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-16051656.post-113725381789532713</id><published>2006-01-14T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:57:49.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lifes</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with one of my female clickzz one day, chatting bout the usual, sch, relationships, gossips, hots sales, hot babes and hunks, and then finally to life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally had nth to say cuz i have never thought of it b4, to be correct, thought bout it in depth b4... This set me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young and stupid (jacq favourite phrase) we went to kindergardens. Seriously we were stupid then.. On the first day of sch, the teacher would pair us up into one boy one ger.. and our partner will be our buddy throughout. Whenever we travel from one place to another we are suppose to hold hands... and all our young stupid mind can come out was... eeeeeee hold her hands, later she get pregnant how?? And now?? Most people juz want someone.. The One.. to hold his or her hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on to Primary sch.. learning how to be good citizens... "hao gong ming".. We spend almost all our childhood learning and studying.. Aint it?? And finally, we got that diploma we wanted so much to earn a ticket into the working world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We participated in the increase of unemployment until finally we found a job.. and it may juz have nth to do with wat we have learned the past 16 yrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slogged hard the first few yrs trying to keep up with everything using anything... and when i say slog hard, i mean slog as hard as a buffalo ploughing the field everyday.. slog and slog till we finally collapse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will pass on and finally we reached our prime.. we cont slogging while keeping a look out for new target, gers, boy, job, gossips... wateva.. Then we meet our sweetheart, the true sweetheart, The One Sweetheart that does nth but sweetens our heart.. -_- !!&lt;br /&gt;Then the promise of an everlasting, neverending, forever going, undying love... giving each other passionate hugs and kisses and then... poof came a baby into our family... and of course sleepless nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we kept advancing up the society ladder higher and higher... and be sure not to look down, cuz u may juz fall.. We try to make full use of our time, (time is money).. We became someone important. We are the limelight everywhere we go and finally, we attain the status, we became rich... but we need more time to triumph completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, they tell us that we are no longer indispensible... At that point we become crazy, we feel destroyed, we feel empty, and we feel cut off form the outside world.. time now does not move on anymore and we feel that we had lost everything... At this point we realise that we have been living in a fog, a mist, a cloud, in search of a target that is not worth searching for...&lt;br /&gt;We found out that we had been living a life that is similar to a living dead.. We become a walking ghost.. trying to escape our enemies.. Everyone around us seems like rushing for time... and time was never enough for them, like we once were, while we are here waiting for time to pass till our time on earth ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saddening aint it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can change it, we can make life more interesting, life is controlled by us.. only us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can take things easy, open our hearts to people around us.. our best frens, our loved ones, to people who care for and love us, to our parents... We can open our ears to people around us... spend more time to hang out with our frenz... travel more, to gain more experience, widen our vision and learn more stuff... and we can do the things that we like... singing, dancing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the seaside more often, and do wat we want... sunbath, look at women or man, or both... spend time learning how to cook and whip out a sumptuous meal for my family and frenz... enjoy the warmth and company of my frenz... and of course show more love to my loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cant be sure that doing stuff like these will improve our lifes but at least we do want to believe in them... Other can say wat they want but deep down we know that, hey.. we are nice ppl... Well at times another one more glass wont kill, does it?? HIC HIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;And of course no one can stop us.. no one hahahaz... And when our time finally comes... we wont know if its for the best of mankind?? But the least we do know is, we had enjoyed ourselves and enjoyed it to the fullest, we have tried everything we wanted to try and we were there for our frens when they need us.. and when we pass on.. we do it with a smile on our face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, in life, is most important, dun u think so??&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;(" ,)')&lt;br /&gt;(')(').......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-113725381789532713?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/113725381789532713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=113725381789532713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/113725381789532713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/113725381789532713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113725381789532713' title='Our lifes'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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-16051656.post-113457792441962356</id><published>2005-12-14T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:32:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakup</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well recently i juz broke up with my gf... the reason?? Oh...cuz u r not christian...&lt;br /&gt;Well of course my ex-gf was too sweet to be telling me that straight at my face. But she did, indirectly. She did... she even asked me, ever thought of being a christian... and my reply to her was.. "no and dun ask me why cuz i dunno" although that was wat i said, wat i thought was different.. i knew very well that if i was willing to convert, i can continue with her and her parents will accept me becuz they did liked me during our first parents meeting with them..&lt;br /&gt;But if only converting was that easy as it sounds.. to many it may be easy but me it aint... i was born a buddhist, all my life a buddhist, and worst still every single person in my family tree is a buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Question &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led me to think again.. is it a must for 2 persons' religion to match b4 they can be couples.. isit?? The question is why?? Come on, we are like living in the 21st century now, interacial relationships is possible why cant there be inter-religion relationships?? Is similar religion background really that important in a relationship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a few christian frenz of mine, about their views about a relationship with someone whose religion is not the same as theirs. Their ans is simple a big NO. They only consider the guy if a christian like them.. Of course not all of them are like that, i have a handful of frenz that are in a relationship with someone of a diff religion as themself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Just my tots, no harm meant, but i think that the idea of using religion as one of the requirement is ridiculous and unreasonable. A relationship to me, is one that concerns with whether or not the party concern hav feelings to each other.. its not becuz u are this religion and i am this religion so yea we can be together although i hate u to the core and then in the other extreme, i love u alot but u are not my religion so sorry... imagine having someone to tell u that.. how wud u feel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wat i think relationships are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Relationship is a bond that brings 2 persons' destiny together, its something thats is mutual and shud not be controlled by religion and much less parents.. i always like this sentence thats translated from mandrin is" who i want to marry is up to me, ultimately is I who us marrying not u parents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ending Note&lt;/strong&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed once and i am not gonna let it fail the next time .. to all reading, hold on to ur relationships as though they are ur life.. dun let any obstacle hinder the growth of the relationship, be it something as big as religion, parents, or something as small as a quarrel... hold it tight and treasure every opportunity u have with someone u love or like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who are still single as in those have not walk into a relationship b4.. treasure every opportunity given, look for signs... when i say look it does not mean juz look with ur eyes.. look here means looking using ur heart... and when such signs come... take ur chance being rejected is better than forever not knowing.. for now thats how i feel&lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END OFF&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;          &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-113457792441962356?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/113457792441962356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=113457792441962356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/113457792441962356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/113457792441962356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113457792441962356' title='Breakup'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16051656.post-112964810453685466</id><published>2005-10-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:08:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today on My Thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Dilemas&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was younger, i have always heard adults saying, "zhuo ren zhen nan" translated, means being a human being is tough. Many times, i have asked myself if thats true and why is it so and if so is there anyway to make life simpler when i was younger. And now that i am alittle older, just 2 years more to an adult, still pondering about it, but gradually, i am coming close to understanding why adults always say "zhuo ren zhen nan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being human is difficult, i think, is because, we have to go through dilemas from the time we can start to think till the day we go six feet under. Its always dilemas after dilemas. When we are young these dilemas aint tough because we make our decision based on our own hearts. Even if the decision is made wrongly, nobody would blame us because we are still young.&lt;br /&gt;However, as we grow older, things starts to change. Decision made cannot be just based on Heart, feelings, etc. We have to do some thinking too, lest making the wrong decision will bring a certain consequence. I am sure Guys and gers reading this now will have experience relationships?? Its one part of our life where we will experience many dilemas.&lt;br /&gt;One simple example. I was told on sunday morning, to go to sch on monday for project meeting on monday. Soon after that my girlfriend call me to ask me out also on monday. At this point, I was in a dilema aint i? On one side, i have a responsibility to my group to complete my part for the project, on the other i have to go out with my girlfriend, else she will get angry and will start a chain of gloomy days, where i wouldnt even want to think of. One may say, simple, go for project meeting then after the meeting, to your ger. It would be a great idea if, your ger is one that can go home like 12 am?? For mine, she has curfew even though she is like 18?? In the past a ger of 18 yrs old would have been married, or better still a mother of a cute little sweet pie?? She has to be back home by 6pm, and i end at 5pm. So wat should i do? I think and think and finally chose to go for the project. And well true enough i am suffering the 3rd day of gloom.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemas are just like the food we eat, its part of our everyday life. Another very good example is, in the office at work. Imaging yourself as a manager, in charge of Human Resourse Department. Imaging a case where there is this worker who has a bad attitude to work, lousy performance, lazy, you name it he has it, and the only right thing to do is to fire him right?? But after you heard that he is te sole breadwinner, who brings home the bread and butter of his family of 6, where the oldest of his 3 children is only 6 yrs old, and has to take care of his sickly old mother, would you still bear to fire that worker? In such cases, a person is in a dilema again. wat shud the HR Manager do? Fire or Not to Fire. On one hand, Firing the worker would mean new, who noes better worker?? On the other firing him will cause him to lose his income, not only that, his children have no food, and worse, his oldest child will have to stop sch and maybe start collecting cardboxes to earn a living for his family? And his poor sickly mother, will have no money for medicine and may die because of no medicine, wouldnt that make the manager a murderer indirectly. In such cases, it all depends on the manager. If he is a passionate man or woman. He will not fire the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Dilemas only exist because human has a 6th sense called feelings. Many a times, we humans are emotional or passionate, thats is why we do experience dilemas. If we are feelingless creature, then dilemas will not exist at all, because we will not need to feel for others and decision can be made with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i will like to comment that this is just my thoughts. True or untrue, use ur discretion. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrigth thats all for todays My Thoughts&lt;br /&gt; ///&lt;br /&gt;(" ,)')&lt;br /&gt;(')(') ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-112964810453685466?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/112964810453685466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=112964810453685466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112964810453685466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112964810453685466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112964810453685466' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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-16051656.post-112921867219708843</id><published>2005-10-13T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:51:12.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today on My Thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 i start, i have to make it clear that wat i am about to say may affect some ppl, mainly gers. However, wat i am about to discuss is not becuz i am bias against our female counterparts, or becuz i am juz a big assed MCP, in fact i do have a gf myself and i love her alot.. =)&lt;br /&gt;With this i shall start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i juz wonder, juz how many types of females are there in the world we live... i guess its quite common to hear "ahem ladies first".. to me thats fine since its only gentlemanly to allow a lady to pass thru, for example, a door first... but wats contridicting is at times u wil hear a different phrase "ahem both guys and gers are equal". The point i am trying to put across is, wat are these females thinking actually? Then there are times where u will hear phrases like "Your Money is my money and my money is my money". Wat i think is since thats the case then why woman shud work in the society? might as well juz stay at home and take care of the home well-being doing the house stuff while guys go out and rough it out... with others to bring the bread and butter home every month?? that way the guys money will be the females money wont it?? Since i give her the monthly pay to buy stuff for the family... like groceries and any needs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its the "guy and ger are equal" thingy. If guys and gers are equal then why shud us guys money be the gers and theirs is for them to keep?? If u think this  case as a mathematical equation, if X = Y then for this equation to work out.. Y must be  = x. that way guy and gers are equal..&lt;br /&gt;Therefore shudnt our money be the gers money and the gers money is ours??&lt;br /&gt;that way X = Y and Y = X and the equation is balanced, wouldnt it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;And if, guys and gers are equal, then why arent the gers going into the army and recieving the grueling but benefiting trainings that us guys will have to go thru??&lt;br /&gt;If guys and gers are equal, then why shud guys allow ladies to move thru, for example, a door first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying this however, all i am trying to do is to share my thoughts and feelings, using the blog as a tool, or rather  a listener, no bad intentions involved. In fact, giving way helping a lady pull her chair is part of me.. i do that for my gf but not everytime... and i do noe that guys and gers have equal potential in terms of abilities.. be it physical or mental or watsoever.. well i have a female fren whose ability to run long distance dose not lose out to me or any other guy frens she has..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard a person saying this&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Woman = Time spent&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; using business equation, Time = Money&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; using english proverb, Money =  Root of All Evil&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; By equating with mathematical formula of X = Y = Z, Woman = Root of all Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i say if woman is the root of all evil, then wat are we guys who came out of our mother's womb?? the Evil Trees??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if anyone do feel uncomfortable reading this, then i apologize from the bottom of my heart. Comments are welcomed, as i said this a discussion...  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;(" ,)')&lt;br /&gt;(')(').......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-112921867219708843?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/112921867219708843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=112921867219708843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112921867219708843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112921867219708843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112921867219708843' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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-16051656.post-112799383506232416</id><published>2005-09-30T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:37:15.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched it with my gf on the 2nd day of release... was a nice show, the show keep switching between past and present... haha anyway with jacky in it wat wouldnt be nice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summary only contain stuff i think is nice and funny, for detailed story pls watch the movie... i dun want the whole of the movie industry to come knock at my door.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it talked bout this guy who always dream about a general and a pretty korean princess... (my oh my... if only i can have such dreams).&lt;br /&gt;Back to the show. This guy jacky kept dreaming of a general called meng yi, who is also Qin Shi Huangs most trusted general, and this pretty ger called yu su a korean princess. The start of the movie shows this scene where jacky was in a battle-suit, armour, helmet, and stuff. From my point of view, he looked quite "cartoon" in armour hahahahahz...&lt;br /&gt;Then &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; abit came to the part where they were at a temple, where the floating coffin lies.. nice fight scene... and the sword... total beauty by itself.... =PpPpP&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Then is the part where jacky got chased by indian police because he and his partner, william took the sword and the Gem which made levitation possible... nice scene also... the indian ger is pretty and her figure is good =PpPpP&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; alot, nearing the end le, a fighting scene of jacky. He was on a mission to take the longevity potion to the dying emporer. Nice figth scene and sad also...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the jumping off the cliff into a cavern behind the waterfall... its cool another one of the typical jacky stunts... wats a nice jacky show without his death dying stunts??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the ending, inside the floating palace.. nice scene also... everyone flying or rather floadting around...&lt;br /&gt;Overall is a nice show, i wud give a 4 /5 for show rating =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;///&lt;br /&gt;(",)')&lt;br /&gt;(,)(,).........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-112799383506232416?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/112799383506232416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=112799383506232416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112799383506232416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112799383506232416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112799383506232416' title=''/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16051656.post-112646320026462035</id><published>2005-09-12T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:26:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders</title><content type='html'>well i had a fren, who inspired me to write down all my wonders in life since the day i can rem??&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger...&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder why my teacher ask us to hold hands with a partner, usually a ger&lt;br /&gt;      well now i noe why, cuz oneday I will be holding the hands of my beloved&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Then i wonder why, the teacher was always so tall..., well now i know its cuz i was short, &lt;br /&gt;      now i am taller than most teachers =P&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; then i wonder if i will be a shuai ge when i grow up, well now i noe i wont !!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a little older...&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if i could make lots and lots of frenz&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder why was the sky so high and yet i could always hold the star in my hands if i put&lt;br /&gt;      my hands infront of me when i look up&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder why i always run so slow, and wonder if i can run faster as i grow up, well&lt;br /&gt;      sad to say... I run faster than all i ever wanted.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a little older again...&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I start to wonder if that ger i saw by the corridor wud be my ger fren, now i noe she wont&lt;br /&gt;      maybe not now... =P&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I start to wonder if my looks is good enough to attract gers, and i noe now that looks is&lt;br /&gt;      not at all that impt&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;i wonder why i wud fail my best subject maths&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if this new ger i saw wud be my gf, and she did for 5 yrs&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if i grow old wud i be able to buy a big house for eveyone of my family to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then alittle older...&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I start to wonder why my gf left me&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder isit worth to get a gf&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder wat wud happen if she came back to me&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if i wud pass my semestral exams..&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if this new ger i met wud be my 2nd gf and yea she did&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;Then i start to wonder if i wud last this R/S till de end, the day i go 6 feet under&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if i am good enough a bf&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder wat wud happen if she was my wife&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if i work hard now, would i be able to get good future&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder how many children i will have&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder why ppl tok to me lesser&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if i had become a bad boy&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if i can get more As then usual&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if my FYP will succeed&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I wonder if i can gather all my frenz in sch or outside together and hava BBQ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ???&lt;br /&gt;(" ,)')&lt;br /&gt;(,)(,).....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-112646320026462035?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/112646320026462035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=112646320026462035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112646320026462035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112646320026462035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112646320026462035' title='Wonders'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16051656.post-112547940682207252</id><published>2005-08-31T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T17:10:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoyo</title><content type='html'>YOyo wats up??   The ceiling la you gundu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16051656-112547940682207252?l=happyboiboi86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/feeds/112547940682207252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16051656&amp;postID=112547940682207252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112547940682207252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16051656/posts/default/112547940682207252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happyboiboi86.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112547940682207252' title='yoyo'/><author><name>DaViD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02332097759550699670</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
