<?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-15615895</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:43:26.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten apples for dessert</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15615895.post-114181249354026940</id><published>2006-03-08T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:08:13.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a sad day. I got a summon for not paying for the parking, when I just forgot to put the damn ticket on the dashboard. Hopefully I wouldnt have to pay it...I got the monthly ticket thing. I wonder if anyone is as dumb as me to ever get a summon for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to pay for the summon...that would leave me with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 900-80-50(food)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 770 left for working for one freaking month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised 50 ringgit is missing from my collection of money. Dont know whether my mum remembered to return back my money (maybe I forgot that I spent it :) ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strings...my mum refuses to pay for my guitar strings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 2600 for guitar, wonder how much would I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to wait till monday to figure out my money woes. Im still upset over the summon. Especially since its been real tiring working 8 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just got a book to scribble stuff. Trying to overcome the lack of ideas/intelligence/creativity in me (I would've spent an extra RM 5 if I found out that there's no use using this book anyways). I guess this will be my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Hope the officer trips on a banana skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-114181249354026940?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/114181249354026940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=114181249354026940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114181249354026940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114181249354026940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-114122195382203172</id><published>2006-03-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:05:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im too tired to do anything. Nth but just sit around...and do nth. This is a waste of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-114122195382203172?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/114122195382203172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=114122195382203172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114122195382203172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114122195382203172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-too-tired-to-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-114104932643875650</id><published>2006-02-27T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:08:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok. If i keep myself occupied most of the time, time would fly by. I just have to keep finding things to do. 8 hours isnt a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just sleepy. Didnt get enough sleep. My coughs are still bad. It annoys the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think working is like school. Its no different. I find it hard to adjust to working 8 hours a day out of the blue. Its like the first day of school after a long stretch of holidays. Bah, I'll get used to it. I braved through school life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I enter college, I'll still be the same guy. No difference. Haih. I thought post-SPM would be fun/productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is wasting half a year of schooling a good/bad move? I'll be half a year older than the rest when I graduate. Tai ko :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-114104932643875650?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/114104932643875650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=114104932643875650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114104932643875650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114104932643875650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-my-first-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-114079332299317235</id><published>2006-02-24T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:02:03.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my throat hurts like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-114079332299317235?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/114079332299317235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=114079332299317235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114079332299317235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114079332299317235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-throat-hurts-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-114062781058123475</id><published>2006-02-23T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:03:30.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played badminton second night in a row. Tomorrow playing again. Quite fun. Because I won =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of discouraged to pick up the guitar. I have issues with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its frustrating when you decide to put effort into something and it doesnt work out the way you want to. Keep pumping time and energy but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talents plays a big role i suppose. Determination doesnt quite cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing badminton these coupla (not typo, its a ghetto thing) nights reminded me of how much I loved sweating it out. I love sports. I thought of focusing that energy into something else (that wooden thing that sits in my room), but the more time I spend doing something, the more I get absorbed into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I was crazy over jogging. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy told me that nobody can be good in everything. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its fun being mediocre. Frustrating at the same time, but fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-114062781058123475?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/114062781058123475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=114062781058123475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114062781058123475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/114062781058123475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/02/played-badminton-second-night-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113983083691213301</id><published>2006-02-13T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:42:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proton SRM24</title><content type='html'>Satria Replacement Model :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've heard , it has a 1.8 Campro engine (VVTi) , dual airbags, TIP-TRONIC (indeed)...and wait for it..wait for it....fitted with a supercharger! Well..that what I've got from reading online material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/winkybear/_ProtonSatria007.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/winkybear/_ProtonSatria003.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy...looks like one of those hatchback hondas. The rims and centre exhaust is a turn off though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially my dad planned to get a Satria GTi for me to use, since he said the old one is giving problems (not that he's selling it away) , but then he heard about this car which is coming out in a couple of months. I highly doubt we will be getting this car though. It sounds expensive. My mum says he spoils me. Well...its not that i asked for it, but if i got it..all the better :) My dad's had bad exp with second-hand cars (the car im using now), he said that getting a new one would be way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the rumoured specs, I feel that if its sold at a reasonable price, it would probably be more successful than the Satria GTi . Performance wise i would say it would be the same/slightly more/slightly less compared to the GTi (unless they close an eye on the tuning..if they were to sell it cheaper than a GTi), hence my guess about the price tag on one of these SRM24's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope they dont have crappy built-in sound systems like other newer malaysian car models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im all excited and fuzzy inside to find out more about this car. :) I'm already imagining myself driving one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R3 models for the Gen-2 and Savvy looks sexy too. Why cant they just put branded steerings/seats/rims to every car they make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to put my hopes to high though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113983083691213301?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113983083691213301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113983083691213301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113983083691213301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113983083691213301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/02/proton-srm24.html' title='Proton SRM24'/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113975822487602698</id><published>2006-02-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:30:24.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think life is when things dont go your way, and you continue to struggle to make it right. If everything is right, wouldnt there be nothing left to do/fight for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of years was weird for me. Mostly miserable. But weird. Unexpected friendship dillemas, cheating (cheated on) , unexpected new friendship bonds, boring weekday mornings, angry weekday mornings, skipping class, sleeping in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're always taught to look forward. Somehow problems will just drift away. Or maybe problems dont seem like a big deal anymore. When you have reached to the point that you have been looking forward to all these while, it doesnt feel like how you expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isnt that rejuvenating, theres no sense of freedom...one of the things that i expected to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its somehow disappointing to hope for something to happen so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113975822487602698?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113975822487602698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113975822487602698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113975822487602698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113975822487602698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-life-is-when-things-dont-go.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113966706544717772</id><published>2006-02-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:11:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not feeling well again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wed and Thurs worked in a grocery store, then the supervisor guy told me they're over-staffed and had to stop me from working since im the only guy who wouldn't be working there permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...im feeling better now...after a couple of panadols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems almost everyone has started school/college. Im bored. No job .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans dont seem to work out right. I think its better that from now on i dont plan stuff. It seems to work better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113966706544717772?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113966706544717772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113966706544717772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113966706544717772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113966706544717772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-feeling-well-again.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113916114300219764</id><published>2006-02-06T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:40:52.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/winkybear/AJBW2QHvfJxsIqjfEvFnP.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that guy. That pimp. I've looked up to 4 pages on google images and this is the best looking photo of her. Hmm...and then i stumbled on another summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/winkybear/Summer062305-1.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint she cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 days i've been spending my time watching The O.C . Finished season 1 and a couple of episodes into season 2 when the DVD started skipping. The show would be suitable for you if you dont like looking at ugly people, like seeing people make out, or like soap operas...just that this is in a teenage-y way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not watching it, but somehow i get drawn into watching it. 3 days, 30 + episodes. I could've watched more if it werent for the dvd. This worries me, i havent watched this much of tv since... well im not a big fan of the tv. And , The O.C ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been doing much besides watching tv. I've got stuff to do, but with the DVDs laying around, and months to go before college, I just keep watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, deep down, I feel like i lack the zest of life. I dont enjoy things as much. This has nothing to do with the extreme amount of tv time... but i dunno... i guess people feel this way sometimes. Maybe I'm not happy with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113916114300219764?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113916114300219764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113916114300219764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113916114300219764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113916114300219764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/02/look-at-that-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113820830747973982</id><published>2006-01-26T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:58:27.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wake up every morning (afternoon) around 11-ish, sometimes 12. I feel like sleeping alone takes away a big part of my day. Im getting lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM results will be out early March/end Feb ....and I was quite happy that i didnt worry about it. Till now. I dont think i can get good results. Thinking back on how I did my bio paper, i probably wouldnt be getting an A for it. I shouldnt expect so much out of something. When i do and i dont get it, its disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i dont have high expectations, wouldnt my effort be mediocre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... My dad told me the higher my expectations, the harder i'll fall (something like that, im not good with words) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was 15 going on 16 i already made a promise to myself to get a scholarship for myself, so that my parents dont have to pay for anything. Maybe my aim of getting good results was also an outlet to satisfy my ego. Either way, Im already expecting so much... I'll probably be crushed if i dont get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird not to have school anymore. All is left are memories to carry along. No matter how bad your schooling life was, if there was just a single moment of joy, im pretty sure you will remember it till ur real old and senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories are easier to forget. Well most of them. Ok...some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113820830747973982?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113820830747973982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113820830747973982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113820830747973982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113820830747973982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wake-up-every-morning-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113820704051235833</id><published>2006-01-26T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:37:20.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/winkybear/banner2.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/winkybear/tokyoautosalon2006part42023.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/winkybear/banner.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has cars got to do with these (this) ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113820704051235833?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113820704051235833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113820704051235833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113820704051235833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113820704051235833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-has-cars-got-to-do-with-these.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113751593279180014</id><published>2006-01-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:38:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an ok day. Didnt do anything much. Bum around, play pool, drink tea...the usual stuff that i do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting lazy by the day. My guitar practice routine gets pretty repetitive. Thought of learning some songs, some new licks...but the printer's out of ink. Im too lazy to go get a new one. Im still doing scales up and down. There's improvement though. Im typing in short sentences. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in the news today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some woman got raped and murdered while out for a jog. That sick bastard who did that isnt human.  I mean, raping is bad enough. Killing that woman after that? Arent humans born with a sense of what's right and wrong? I mean...this is obviously wrong (aside from cruel and animal-ish) . Ppl dont need to be educated on whether killing someone is wrong... you just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human race is disgraceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Im sure there are many beautiful things in the world. If ppl just keep looking at the negative side of life, there would only be one genre of music- emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep looking at the blue sky, the white sandy beach, that girl who was walking the dog (in a good way)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do remember to help in any way possible to make this world a better place to live in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl just dont have the right to live in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113751593279180014?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113751593279180014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113751593279180014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113751593279180014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113751593279180014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-ok-day.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113647461163994916</id><published>2006-01-05T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:23:31.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black mental. Another reason why we should all chant 'screw the police' and run around in circles...because you dont have anywhere else to run to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count it on the media to suck up to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait....most of them are owned by the government, and those who dont...probably wants their ass away from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like Im living in a communist country. Hail the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh,,,the joy of sitting in front of the computer screen at night with nothing better to do. Among the times where the sissy in me would show itself (i read my past posts just now... im DAMN EMO) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so easy to be emo. Just break up with a girl who you really like, and it feels like the whole world is against you (maybe true,maybe not...but it sure as hell feels like it) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in the news...hmm..teh tarik isnt safe to drink, police, earthquake,hurricane. World catastrophies (sp?). Yikes. Our world sucks (again, the emo theory) , our world probably wouldnt survive a couple of hundred years more. Mainly because of individuals , i.e greedy ones, selfish ones, corrupted ones, sick in the head ones etc etc trying to ruin the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penguins should start learning how to swim in warm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or superman must turn Earth in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need a head readjustment. The world sickens me, I complain too much, I feel down too much, I make an ass out of myself too much, people read why i am down too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my head to be in its place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113647461163994916?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113647461163994916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113647461163994916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113647461163994916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113647461163994916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2006/01/black-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113579010135379250</id><published>2005-12-29T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:15:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emotions on loop .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113579010135379250?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113579010135379250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113579010135379250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113579010135379250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113579010135379250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/12/emotions-on-loop.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113527199473863503</id><published>2005-12-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T01:19:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is normal? What do you differenciate what is a norm and what is not? If back then normal was for men to work in the fields and women cook and care for children, it wouldn't be applicable now, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worrying me is how things that aren't supposed to be normal are now. How bribery is a part of our lives, how embezzlement happens in the government, how rich people got rich by stealing from the poor, how sex is deemed normal. The feeling of this world having people who thinks that there are no strings attached, no emotional and moral values to be broken makes me wonder what our very existence is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess going to certain extremes on something normal would be bad for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried being normal. I just cant. I've not been normal for the past year. I guess im selfish. Im too overwhelmed by my own emotions. I feel a certain emptiness in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant comprehend the sickness that has plagued this world, nor do i understand what is making myself feel this emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just click the button to publish this, but it wouldnt make a difference. It would just cost anyone who reads this 10 mins of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well fake my happiness. If there was a pillow i would cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113527199473863503?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113527199473863503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113527199473863503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113527199473863503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113527199473863503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-normal-what-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113466604757567283</id><published>2005-12-16T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:00:47.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havent been on here for a while. Actually I do have the time, its just that there were problems logging on to this thing (my forgetfullness plays a part as well). My elbow hurts when im typing fast, like now. I should stop. But either way, i have to get used to this feeling. Will have to do office work in the future , no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished a game of snooker today. Elapsed time : 1 hour 30 mins. Wow... 1 hour 30 mins for a game of snooker. 1 freaking game. We suck. Just learned pool and snooker a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my classical guitar lesson today. First in a few months (4?)  since i last stopped. Yes, im back on the guitar. Probably suck at it. My elbow still hurts at times, but im gonna take it realllll slow. Besides, i have almost half a  year to improve. My plan is still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My metronome is set at a comfortable 96 bpm on 16th notes for my practises... and 60 bpm to slow things down. I switch between the two from time to time. I dont think i'll be jacking the thing up in the near future. I'll stick to this speed for a month or so. Need to consider the state of my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go up to Subang on Thursdays and Saturdays...Some kid must have taken my time slot. Damn kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...what have i been doing these couple of weeks? Bumming, sleeping, practicing guitar, bumming, basketball, bumming, tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start my part-time work on January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was more time for guitars..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113466604757567283?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113466604757567283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113466604757567283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113466604757567283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113466604757567283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/12/havent-been-on-here-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113242109143230786</id><published>2005-11-20T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:24:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How does it feel when u have feelings bottled up and there are no solutions to your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you cant do what u've always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you died before u could manage a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if tomorrow wouldnt be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you keep hoping and it doesnt come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you learn to hate more than you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your cycle ends without a reason...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113242109143230786?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113242109143230786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113242109143230786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113242109143230786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113242109143230786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-does-it-feel-when-u-have-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113171909525140087</id><published>2005-11-11T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:24:55.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im not accustomed to writing stuff using the laptop. I forgot my own blog address just now. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I've not read everything yet. Not ready for next week's test. (Hopefullly) I will by that time. My grammar is getting from bad to worse.Its been months since I last wrote an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe) My writing skills would still be the same (hopefully). This sucks. My preparations for major exams in my life so far would be UPSR&gt;PMR&gt;SPM, where SPM has the least preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. I got 10A's for my forecast. I want it to be same for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes well *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to a drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113171909525140087?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113171909525140087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113171909525140087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113171909525140087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113171909525140087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-not-accustomed-to-writing-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113129368574933516</id><published>2005-11-07T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:14:45.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Woah,,, Aizyl got friend la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizyl got friend XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come Aizyl got friend wan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried about a lot of things. Not only exams.  But mehh, im stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113129368574933516?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113129368574933516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113129368574933516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113129368574933516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113129368574933516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/11/woah-aizyl-got-friend-la-aizyl-got.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-113032947992332224</id><published>2005-10-26T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:24:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tennis elbow/tendonitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth goes my way, nth i do works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumptions are now a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-113032947992332224?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/113032947992332224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=113032947992332224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113032947992332224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/113032947992332224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/10/went-to-see-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112982934641653889</id><published>2005-10-21T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:29:06.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my msn messenger has problems..i have to use the laptop. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams in 3 weeks + .... Im really worried. I dunno if i've studied enough. I dont think i've studied enough. Im pretty confident i havent been studying enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to finish re-reading everything by next week, and have two extra weeks to 'master' everything :P . hahhaa...sounds impossible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well go and read somehting...while listening to Pantera on this crappy laptop stereo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112982934641653889?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112982934641653889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112982934641653889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112982934641653889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112982934641653889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-msn-messenger-has-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112878736892883404</id><published>2005-10-08T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:02:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coleslaw is served in small amounts at KFC for a reason. Dont overeat coleslaw. Such a kickass food will never be kickass anymore if u do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always check the contents of it before eating/drinking something. U might regret what u've just consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wear boxers when playing sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On busy roads, use the KNNCCB method and dont easily get pissed at ppl. Getting pissed at ppl on the road will result in high blood pressure in just a period of a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be lala, just go into any clothing store in sunway pyramid. Chances are, the clothing sold there are 99% lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lala ppl everywhere u go. Method to hide away from this depressing state = commit suicide. No other way. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112878736892883404?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112878736892883404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112878736892883404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112878736892883404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112878736892883404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/10/coleslaw-is-served-in-small-amounts-at.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112870327148243558</id><published>2005-10-08T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:41:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heads = yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tubul seminiferus = hurting throughout the day (have no idea why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend ahead = tuition :(  and swimming with gay partner :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112870327148243558?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112870327148243558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112870327148243558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112870327148243558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112870327148243558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/10/heads-yes-tubul-seminiferus-hurting.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112826803956082287</id><published>2005-10-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:47:19.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant really explain what's happening to me, but there's this annoying feeling I get recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try hard to ignore it (and did it quite well). But still im wondering, whether or not what im feeling is something that i think im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking what i think im feeling is like feeling the feeling that i think im feeling which i was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mind boggling. What the hell is happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information its about a girl. And no i refuse to say that its a crush. There must be something wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112826803956082287?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112826803956082287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112826803956082287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112826803956082287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112826803956082287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-really-explain-whats-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112774783114415518</id><published>2005-09-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:17:11.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its weird when mojo works when u dont want it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i dont mean to send off any subtle hints of interest, or maybe its just the way I sms/talk/act/communicate. Ppl get the wrong idea sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its hard to differenciate between friendship or a boy/girl romantic relationship (and sometimes of the same gendre nowadays). Thats what most teenage drama/soap operas/serial movies revolve around, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way its the 26th of september, and i still feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a sad person ... i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sheltering myself from the outside world ever since, or maybe just being less keen on going around poking into other ppl's business. The latter would be a better thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dull often. I dont really go around looking at pretty girls, which most guys my age should do. I feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone show me a pretty girl. I need to relive my teenage years. Im just 17. What's happening to me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112774783114415518?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112774783114415518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112774783114415518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112774783114415518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112774783114415518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-weird-when-mojo-works-when-u-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112730851306285455</id><published>2005-09-21T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:15:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the last day of exams. Then it would be a month and a half until SPM comes round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing thats on my mind now is how the car is gonna be. One more month. Thats quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running away from my own problems. I suck at solving problems. I dont know if it would be a problem if other ppl were in my shoes, but to me it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been... almost a year, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get as much sleep as i can after tomorrow's exam. I need some rest. At least for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112730851306285455?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112730851306285455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112730851306285455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112730851306285455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112730851306285455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/tomorrows-last-day-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112693388514875851</id><published>2005-09-17T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:11:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The car is gonna be lala-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not lala ... maybe I am, but I dont think i am. When my dad comes back from his second trip the car's gonna have new accesories and an engine change :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for everything to finish...exams...school... but i dont know whether im hoping for all the wrong things. Maybe things wouldnt work out, like how i was practicing basketball every night for the past 2 months before i started this year, and yet couldnt make it as a district player (and also the fact that our team lost a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when i enter college i wont get into a decent band, maybe no band at all...maybe i wont make it into the college basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of maybe's , but why do i hope anyway? Why do i keep doing things without thinking whether it would work out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i try, and if doesnt work out, at least i know that i already tried. Its better off than bumming at home hogging the ps2 and going online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something which i can remember in the future. Basketball and guitar playing should be one of them. Even if it means not having a life for the next 5 months after SPM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112693388514875851?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112693388514875851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112693388514875851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112693388514875851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112693388514875851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/car-is-gonna-be-lala-fied.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112641162044317985</id><published>2005-09-11T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T12:07:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Havent eaten pizza in a while. Pizza-gasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of what to do today. Im gonna avoid taking sweet drinks now. Worried of my health...and teeth. I drink too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if only i could have someone to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me down to the paradise city,&lt;br /&gt;Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt resist. Im listening to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a bath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112641162044317985?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112641162044317985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112641162044317985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112641162044317985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112641162044317985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/havent-eaten-pizza-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112618626744015404</id><published>2005-09-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:31:10.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My damn modem is not here yet. Its either the courier service or lazy phone ppl to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...my back ache's coming again. I realised if i stayed at home without going to basketball i wouldnt feel this healthy. I think its a good thing im not studying during this period. Or is it just my ego trying to reassure myself that laziness is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime after eating a bag of chips i feel weird. They put way too much salt in them nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tea tonight :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112618626744015404?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112618626744015404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112618626744015404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112618626744015404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112618626744015404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-damn-modem-is-not-here-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112593671732437760</id><published>2005-09-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:24:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Digging the past...well no , actually i was looking at the front pages of the book where i wrote my time table. Felt like posting some of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those times (i sound real old) there were stuff like these :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A remedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A remedy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need it so badly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For far too long I have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In constant pain and suffering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days feel like an eternity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gay yesteryears left but a memory,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These wounds seem to open wider,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every second of my time thinking of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could this be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I found out that I am weak apparently?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I half the man I used to be ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quick, I need a remedy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then, there were times when there's stuff like : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a journey im starting to nowhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe to the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or just to get out of the city,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall bring with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not food, water or tool to survive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a companion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person, a parrot, or anything that is alive, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be it if i die,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will die with a smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the stuff (which is not much) were more towards the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second one made me think of what i've been trying to achieve (or want to). I realised that some ppl (i think i wrote 90% of ppl) had dreams. Just that their dreams was to live happily ever after (fairy tale style bebeh) with their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because im a sad and sick person. I was too judgemental. Maybe because my heartsick emotions were blocking out the probabilities of somebody being content with what they already have. Husbands who have their wives. Parents who have their kids. Grandparents who have grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dont need to climb really high mountains to achieve the state of nirvana, no? All they have to do is look into their beloved's eyes and they are already in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i scribbled stuff like that, it must have meant that i had the feeling of that too. What ppl need in life is someone whom they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im just heartbroken, and that i've been trying hard to concentrate on other things just to forget about it. Its good to have a goal in life, but its better to have both of what 90% of ppl have and the other 10% too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of this rut. Dont know how, dont know when. I just hope soon enough. Its not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112593671732437760?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112593671732437760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112593671732437760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112593671732437760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112593671732437760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/digging-past.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112593352445587821</id><published>2005-09-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:24:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It never was and never will be completed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It never was, and never will be completed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stab me deeper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let it twist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hold it in longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My back with cuts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart with a puncture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody hears these cries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So why should i try? Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sun does rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But not on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Going through the darkest of nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;living a waking nightmare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When will it turn bright? Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*insert your own stuff here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yup, i guess it wouldnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112593352445587821?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112593352445587821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112593352445587821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112593352445587821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112593352445587821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-never-was-and-never-will-be_05.html' title='It never was and never will be completed.'/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112584668060179604</id><published>2005-09-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:11:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u have a problem remembering/forgetting things?</title><content type='html'>It is said that we forget 90% of what we learned the next day if we dont revise. I dont think its that severe. Its just a secret ploy to make students study more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is truth to it though. I forgot a lot of stuff that i spent a lot of time reading and revising. I havent really revised much for the past 2 weeks, and i believe it has taken its toll on me. I forgot most of the stuff. Kind of a wasted effort, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the dumb time table of the exams that made me slack. I used to be thankful they have different subjects on different weeks, but then it actually makes me forget what i learned. Every week i'll be concentrating on different subjects, thus abandoning the ones i was revising the previous week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i pushed myself too hard before. Right now i feel lazy , when im supposed to be pumped up for the real thing. Ppl might be studying now, but i spend 16 +/- hours of my life sleeping on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired. I despise myself for not continue reading up, but then i feel really tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a waste, because i've been studying hard a few weeks back just to see my results arent any better because im slacking right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted a huge amount of effort. Im regretting now. But there isnt anything that i can do already, half of the exams are already done. What i will be getting are only half-assed (is that even a word?) marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh... i must make it for SPM. Trials aint that important (is it? tell me it isnt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing today besides eating , sleeping and basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep (again) now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112584668060179604?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112584668060179604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112584668060179604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112584668060179604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112584668060179604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-u-have-problem-rememberingforgettin.html' title='Do u have a problem remembering/forgetting things?'/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112576465578395184</id><published>2005-09-04T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:24:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight i learned something new !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to do the tyres-moving-without-the-car-moving trick. Its sad how i get happy easily :/ ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i have add math tuition, i do more questions than i would do in a month. Wow...thats a very surprising statistic (is it even one?) . Im glad that i know a lot more than i used to in that subject. Happy night :) Im psyched. yeah!! and add math rocks!! yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im one sad bunny :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wouldnt be trials next week . But the whole district would be taking the same exam papers... Just for the sake of taking an exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the exams are over, there would be a month before the real thing starts. During that one month, we would get our trials paper back, discuss them...and off we go for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im making myself paranoid now. Not too happy about what i just wrote :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can get straight A's . I really do. Dont wanna ruin my record. And straight A's would get me free A levels education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free A levels = happier parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i hope would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us are already planning what to do after the exams. I think that we think too far. We're not even done with the exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want an i-pod, new sneaks, new pick-ups after the exams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so much for planning. Still thinking how am i gonna balance my future part time job, guitar practice, and basketball practice... i wouldnt have enough time. If i dont, i should just be a bum at home. Guitars &gt; money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112576465578395184?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112576465578395184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112576465578395184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112576465578395184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112576465578395184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/tonight-i-learned-something-new-i.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112556734090319338</id><published>2005-09-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T17:35:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking of going online and start venting, writing, venting. But wouldnt it be just the same thing that i would be doing, over and over, ever since i started a blog almost a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things havent change. I havent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thought that keeps me alive is that school is going to be over. Its sad how a teenager finds everything very disturbing, and cant control how he feels about it eventhough he knows its something stupid enough to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and forgetting is utter crap. I find more sense in just trying ignoring it as hard as i can, and hopefully, forget about it as years pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is damn hard to forgive. Or do both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just because we meet a lot of ppl, some of them ok, some of them like you, and some of them complete faggots. That isnt something new. You should have known about this as soon as you found out that the world isnt flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faggots are hard to forgive. Faggots are hard to forget. Good times are easily forgotten. Good times has to be made again over and over. This is because we as ppl dont get enough of what we get. At least that's what we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are just wanting a single good moment in  your life, what would you do with the rest of your life as soon as that happens? Kill yourself? No... go on with life and face the rest of your remaining life in mostly bad scenarios, and maybe some good times. Yes, sh!t happens. Its true. Buy the sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       You might not realise how much in a rut you are in, unless you actually stop what you do every day ...and just think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you 40, having 3 kids, going to work everyday, try putting up with your annoying boss, go home every night, read a book, and go to bed, and repeat the boring cycle everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a student getting up every morning, going to school , comes back and tries studying a little, play some sports, go to bed, repeat the same cycle the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides meeting faggots everyday in your routine, have you ever went skydiving? Climbed a really high mountain? Went to a foreign country and learned their culture? Started an organization to fight poverty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf have you done with your life? Have you tried doing anything that would impact other ppl's life in a good way, or have u been living an imperfect cycle of life which most ppl live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really stopped and thought about it, it is most likely that 90% of us had been  leading a useless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought still doesnt count, its the action that matters. Most of us dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i could make a difference. If not it wouldnt matter even if i die today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112556734090319338?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112556734090319338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112556734090319338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112556734090319338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112556734090319338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-thinking-of-going-online-and.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112533335272184791</id><published>2005-08-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:35:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/640/untitled2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/320/untitled2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duo saves the day. Click! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112533335272184791?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112533335272184791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112533335272184791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112533335272184791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112533335272184791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/duo-saves-day.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112524326760112743</id><published>2005-08-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:34:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's paper 2 for both add math and physics. Woo hoo hoo. Can i just give the teachers this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/winkybear/ngbbs405e55818e412.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112524326760112743?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112524326760112743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112524326760112743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112524326760112743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112524326760112743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/tomorrows-paper-2-for-both-add-math.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112511845678004416</id><published>2005-08-27T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:54:16.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/640/Engineerman%20and%20mr%20scream2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/320/Engineerman%20and%20mr%20scream2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineerman and his trusty sidekick, Mr. Scream. Click! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112511845678004416?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112511845678004416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112511845678004416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112511845678004416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112511845678004416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/engineerman-and-his-trusty-sidekick-mr_27.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112503904719396385</id><published>2005-08-26T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:50:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Friday. What's left is Saturday and Sunday before school starts again (and therefore trials) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron maiden's Run to the hills :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run to the hills,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run for your lives,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run to the hills,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run for your lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Not much of intellectual material there. But i dont wanna sit for the exams. I've just been lazing around and sleeping till the afternoon. After add math tuition last night, i realised my add math suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what am i to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of you smart ppl will go ahead and tell me to study, but it takes more than words to actually make me move and open a book. I'd ask someone to point a gun to my head, but thats just stupid (he/she wouldnt have the guts to pull the trigger anyway). Not that I have a gun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening a book is much easier than attempting to do it, which is why add math suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have any problems with add math until I recently failed the damn subject for the first time. Which mofo fails the subject on the last year of school , and not before that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... the rain just stopped. Think there's anything good on tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not. The stuff thats on right now would be either Britney, Ashlee or just plain repeated mainstream crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should go and watch an antelope being eaten alive by predators ...mmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112503904719396385?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112503904719396385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112503904719396385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112503904719396385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112503904719396385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-is-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112494937063717110</id><published>2005-08-25T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:56:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've realised that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My studies suck.&lt;br /&gt;2) My basketball playing suck.&lt;br /&gt;3) My guitar playing suck.&lt;br /&gt;4) My weight has gone down so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 should be done in a couple of months , like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna slack on the rest. Its just something that i've been doing for a while (yes, including my weight. So darn hard to gain a few kilos over the end year holidays)  and wish to still possess.&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope that I have a lot of time on my hands after SPM to do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would there be a place for me to work where i dont have to actually work, but still get money?:P Just sit there and practice guitar all day . That, my friend, is multi-tasking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so skinny now i can feel my bones popping out everywhere. And im not even on drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go force myself to study now . Im not taking lunch until i finally finish reading up a chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder im losing weight^^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112494937063717110?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112494937063717110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112494937063717110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112494937063717110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112494937063717110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-realised-that-1-my-studies-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112490064568672196</id><published>2005-08-24T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:24:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aizyl's 'men on mission'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ++ pm :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Driving friends back after tea.&lt;br /&gt;2) Decide to pass by ex's house because im a stupid pathetic person.&lt;br /&gt;3) Saw my ex with another guy at the playground .&lt;br /&gt;4) Feel down+sad+crushed+stupid+a little depressed+stupid+stupid&lt;br /&gt;5) 2 other men on mission thinks its fun.&lt;br /&gt;6) Drive several times round the playground to get a good look whether its her.&lt;br /&gt;7) Stopped the car and sneaked through back of houses to get a better look at them.&lt;br /&gt;8) Planned to scratch that @#!@#!'s car. Couldnt because bright lights ruins disguise of the night.&lt;br /&gt;9) The ex and guy walks off hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;10) Write on blog while feeling like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112490064568672196?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112490064568672196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112490064568672196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112490064568672196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112490064568672196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/aizyls-men-on-mission-10-pm-1driving.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112481174867750192</id><published>2005-08-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:54:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did the usual routine of getting out of bed at 11.30. Im feeling so lazy right now that im actually angry because of it. I need to study. Cant seem to sit there for more than 10 mins without wanting to do something else. Damn laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to study earlier today. Ended up napping for a really long time. Wanted to study right now. Ended up writing here on the blog and wasting my time sitting in front of this screen. Eventhough its as boring as opening up a book and start reading, it just feels like its more fun just sitting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i wouldnt wake up at 11 something in the morning again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having an add maths paper as soon as school reopens. Wanted to start doing some exercises yesterday. Didnt do so. Im blessed with laziness &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a pretty boring day. AND yet, i didnt study??? wtf???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112481174867750192?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112481174867750192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112481174867750192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112481174867750192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112481174867750192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/did-usual-routine-of-getting-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112464605637477898</id><published>2005-08-22T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:40:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The photos are posted up. After this, 99.9% of the stuff that's going to be posted in the future would be just a bunch of words put together in different posts (im 99.8% sure of that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not entertained by the pics? Well yea, they're not entertaining...i was giving false hope. But if u want real entertainment, try going to  &lt;a href="http://www.crushedcans.com"&gt;www.crushedcans.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.origamiboulders.com"&gt;www.origamiboulders.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once visiting those websites you would realise that i am a very boring person, and would proceed to close this window where you're reading my blog and start cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR you can be the coolest person on earth and bookmark this blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound pretty hyped up and stupid in my posts because im taking too much sugar. I'll be back to my depressed-because-of-a-stupid-reason-which-is-a-girl-boo-hoo state tomorrow maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112464605637477898?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112464605637477898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112464605637477898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464605637477898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464605637477898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/photos-are-posted-up.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112464349917338783</id><published>2005-08-22T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:58:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/640/Picture%20076.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/320/Picture%20076.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top. Why is it blur? Blame the dumb ass photographer. I wanted to put this up because it shows some shine. And as all of u rapper kids out there well know , shine = bling bling = chick magnet. But since the picture is blur, my vision of hanging around pretty girls in a mansion is ruined :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112464349917338783?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112464349917338783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112464349917338783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464349917338783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464349917338783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/top.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112464333739168613</id><published>2005-08-22T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:55:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/640/Picture%20075.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/320/Picture%20075.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an Admira solista with worn out strings. This doesnt appear so bad ass since ...well classical guitars dont really shine. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112464333739168613?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112464333739168613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112464333739168613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464333739168613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464333739168613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-admira-solista-with-worn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112464321600366772</id><published>2005-08-22T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:53:36.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/640/Picture%20074.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/320/Picture%20074.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another photo of the bad ass guitar a.k.a alvin's guitar. Toes showed for artistic purposes (well actually, its not. Im just trying to sound smart) . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112464321600366772?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112464321600366772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112464321600366772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464321600366772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464321600366772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-another-photo-of-bad-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112464310907411076</id><published>2005-08-22T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:51:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/640/Picture%20073.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/215/1542/320/Picture%20073.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this blog will possibly be boring, let me entertain you with pics :) This is a guitar. An LTD-ESP guitar. To make it appear more bad ass, let's call this guitar Alvin's guitar :D ... double humbuckers woo hoo. Since Im too poor to get a new guitar, this guitar would probably be modded with EMG pick ups. But since I dont have money for that either, I will start shutting up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112464310907411076?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112464310907411076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112464310907411076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464310907411076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112464310907411076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/because-this-blog-will-possibly-be.html' title=''/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</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-15615895.post-112456070083384354</id><published>2005-08-20T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:58:20.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>&lt;---- I dont like how the words seem to stick too close to the screen at the side here. Wasnt planning on getting a new blog, but now i have one. WOot! :D * drum rolls* *ba dum ching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting late, and i dont feel like writing anything. Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15615895-112456070083384354?l=alvinisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/112456070083384354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15615895&amp;postID=112456070083384354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112456070083384354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15615895/posts/default/112456070083384354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alvinisbored.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-post_20.html' title='First post'/><author><name>winkybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10913338044350745904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
