<?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-30098858</id><updated>2012-01-08T07:18:31.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't know anything about me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-5790136849594473328</id><published>2011-11-30T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:42:11.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. its wednesday!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-5790136849594473328?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/5790136849594473328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/5790136849594473328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2011/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-6738333374049591826</id><published>2011-11-28T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:31:22.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so old i don't know how to begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone was to see this, im curious how you even got here. &lt;div&gt;well, i am equally curious how i got here myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been, probably, 3 years? since the last post. i dont know. not like it mattered. I dont think anyone would care nor is this post for anyone in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought, hey, probably i can put it all down just like the past. maybe this time, its just for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things changed since ive last wrote. I have successfully gotten my dream job. I moved to a dream house with my family (ok, this has been my dream, don't judge me), i have saved, invested and feel im pretty much financially stable as someone my age can be, i bought my dream car, family's in good health and all. things are going well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somethings never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see, its 'slut'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been like that in the past, it still is right now. after so long, somehow it still tingles that heart string of mine. I don't know how to say it, i don't know who to tell. I cant, i will not, i can never. I have too much to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is this song really that nice? yea its alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me feel super awesome? not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love it? learning to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it special? yea. it reminded *** of me (or so I believed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw80GYzWUIk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aw80GYzWUIk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know if im gonna write again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-6738333374049591826?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/6738333374049591826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/6738333374049591826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-5627064532106084468</id><published>2007-02-14T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T07:23:22.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a band of eagles know no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my itp is dumb la please. omg.&lt;br /&gt;tireddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-5627064532106084468?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/5627064532106084468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/5627064532106084468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/02/band-of-eagles-know-no-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-117112541754628762</id><published>2007-02-10T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:36:57.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jus something really random.&lt;br /&gt;those who tagged 'its complicated'on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a wonderful thing! why complicate it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the zoo today.&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;br /&gt;and elephants are full of shit. FULL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITP's starting. and i haven even write the damn ding dong letter yet.&lt;br /&gt;gona get some new clothes tml!&lt;br /&gt;yeayy!&lt;br /&gt;crabs too maybe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taaaahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-117112541754628762?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/117112541754628762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/117112541754628762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/02/jus-something-really-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-117095324698378673</id><published>2007-02-08T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:47:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;7-2-2007&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY GRADUATED FROM SINGAPORE YOUTH FLYING CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;PASSED MY FLIGHT TEST.&lt;br /&gt;GOT MY WINGS!&lt;br /&gt;IM A PILOT! &lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Byeeee!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehehehehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-117095324698378673?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/117095324698378673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/117095324698378673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-117041231381900412</id><published>2007-02-02T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:31:53.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'downwind, fullstop.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN PLANET! HE'S THE HERO.&lt;br /&gt;HE IS GAY, WHO MAKES ALL BOY GO 'JIGGLE'.&lt;br /&gt;HOLDING HIS MALLET, SMOKING HIS PIPE!&lt;br /&gt;HIS SHIRT ALL FREAKING ALL SO TIGHT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml, im sortie 49! yeay!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-117041231381900412?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/117041231381900412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/117041231381900412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/02/downwind-fullstop.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116991512809749542</id><published>2007-01-27T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:44:49.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alil bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/627220/dajie-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/946198/dajie-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/292333/cardajie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/127407/cardajie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/247660/dajiecar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/451369/dajiecar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/768894/wed..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/937367/wed..jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/333492/condojie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/240835/condojie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/516209/Copy%20of%20dajie%20and%20djin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/800689/Copy%20of%20dajie%20and%20djin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/428734/Copy%20of%20flash.-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/859668/Copy%20of%20flash.-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/179242/Copy%20of%20gongong%20master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/598323/Copy%20of%20gongong%20master.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS OLD MAN CAN DO MORE SIT UPS AND PULL UPS DEN I CAN GODDAMNIT!!&lt;br /&gt;My semi-deaf granddad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/773362/hse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/664068/hse2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins = pancake noses.&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy already.&lt;br /&gt;Shooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116991512809749542?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116991512809749542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116991512809749542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/01/alil-bit-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116947639806900950</id><published>2007-01-22T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:34:47.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;careless whisper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine and dine, fireworks and bubblegums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know how the god-damn-omg-bbq 14hr car ride became 9hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama : eh, dun go so fast! behind abit shaky.&lt;br /&gt;daddy:(110km/h) okok, go back slp.&lt;br /&gt;mama :(snores)&lt;br /&gt;daddy: (150km/h) boy, look!hahaha! shhhhh, dun wake mom up. later she kaobey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i tot a terrible bus ride back. First, its not cold. Its got damn freaking freezing. I got this white wax-cum-ash looking thing on my seat that i cant rub off with tissue paper. My personal lights canot open plus i saw god damn cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;WALAOS! i dun even wana say how far that bloody bus station is from Lavender. Thou i had the best company i could ask for getting there. &lt;br /&gt;*smiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Might&lt;/em&gt; be going back this newyear again. and if i am, this time, NO MORE FUCKING BUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, bitch u went to watch rain! AHHH U ASS!&lt;br /&gt;nooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and lastly something random.&lt;br /&gt;in malaysia, the 'curse of the golden flower' wallpaper looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay chou has 'chow yun fat' on top of his face, gong li was jay chou. &lt;br /&gt;and yes.&lt;br /&gt;Chow yun fat, mr Gong li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. and i loveeeeee my aunt's house. freaking hugeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;10rooms, seaview, big dogs, nice flowers, xbox, ps2, trillion computers, billard table and pretty neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, off to sleep. im soooo tired. &lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116947639806900950?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116947639806900950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116947639806900950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/01/careless-whisper-wine-and-dine_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116895015020451164</id><published>2007-01-16T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T04:22:30.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;they always say aim for the stars. &lt;br /&gt;and then wad?&lt;br /&gt;then slam u damn throttle into afterburners and get those fucking stars!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 16-1-07, Tuesday. Im going off to M'sia this friday night till Monday.&lt;br /&gt;I got 12 more sorties to complete before 7-2-07, not including the Mondays, bad weather and days the instructor took off. I got two up coming quiz, mct and ase. I got two lab test as well. Need to do 20 page findings. Final exam coming. &lt;br /&gt;Even if i canot reach my PPL license date on 7-2-07, and even if they wana extend it for me. I got ITP on the 12-2-07 and my last paper is on the 9-2-07.&lt;br /&gt;In summary, im squeezed up to my neck already. Im tired and drained.&lt;br /&gt;If in the near future, shuld i raise my voice to anybody, please dun take it to heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116895015020451164?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116895015020451164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116895015020451164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/01/they-always-say-aim-for-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116871150482508164</id><published>2007-01-13T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:51:35.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAYY! dajie's finally married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was the busiest morning ever in my entire life. Open door, made all the food ready, house clean. Everything! People flying in from different countries to visit our humble little house. The ang baos and a new brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to catch some sleep in the afternoon. Defines little sleep as 1 hour. So tired and can sleep while standing god damnit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, got my suit and everything ready. luckly that make-up artist came together with the photographer. The brides maids and the best men.&lt;br /&gt;The mercedes S series came (OH, my uncle's car! the S series is a fucking sweet baby. No ignition system with GPS and everything is digital! even the meters are digital! Fucking hell. He had 3 cars so he borrowed us this one) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOP! and taa daaaa. We reached four seasons hotel, beautiful place and many candles they lit up for her wedding. Photos and waiters all around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Jun, that runner up from miss singapore became MCs for the night. and i have never seen my dajie soo pretty! Guess they said girls are prettiest one their wedding night. And brother in law was pretty dashing too. Djin's aunty, that datuk's wife came as well. As well as some police chief commander or something. many many unknown aunties and uncles luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the nicey food, wine and dine.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went over perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now waiting for the next wedding dinner we held in malaysia this coming sat. YEAYY! CAN SKIP SCHOOL! hurhurhurs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall upload the pictures some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats da jie =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116871150482508164?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116871150482508164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116871150482508164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeayy-dajies-finally-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116783873037856852</id><published>2007-01-03T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:38:50.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my rabbit is dying.&lt;br /&gt;maid placed the roller after we paint the house, on top of her cage. Then the paint dripped on her. Then she lick. Now sick, jus came back from vet. Dying =(&lt;br /&gt;hope she survives thru the night. Then everything will be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;==&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not very happy bout this.&lt;br /&gt;Bulldog Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Walk quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Ba lok lok.&lt;br /&gt;Head-butt.&lt;br /&gt;Pinching butt.&lt;br /&gt;Multiple slaps attack.&lt;br /&gt;Indian dance on MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;==&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, stupid pf. lols =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116783873037856852?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116783873037856852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116783873037856852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-rabbit-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116765132022473284</id><published>2007-01-01T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:35:20.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She loves me, i love you. therefore, vicariously, she loves me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howdy hoo! Happy new year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, here's ur false prophet. My maid!! she's the infidelic pagan scum, who 'threatens' me. She spoiled the damn switch and asked me to not tell mom.&lt;br /&gt;'sir, u smoking i nv tell mom. U dont tell mom about me ok?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, hows that for the first day of new year?! Before i turn the next charles manson, she better pray for mr hankey to come sing her a christmas carol for thats wad she love best. FUCK IT.&lt;br /&gt;Nelson, thank ur mom for inviting me over for dinner, but its a family thing anyway, dun wana go disturb u right now. xie le  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahs, i wana go hot-wire some car now and go to a mall and get a fudgesicle or something. &lt;br /&gt;And the papers have this section where everyone take pictures and post their articles themselves. Invite the revolution! Straits have nothing to write anymore! Today was 'woman climbing out of window to water flowers' then came the 'smart lady hid beside the mrt trains jus in time so as not to get cribbed by the train'. Damn, next might be the 'american man with gargantuan, humongous, bulbous, mastodonic, dinosauric, mammoth penis to take over the bank, CEO who was nearly microscopic in size, is absolutely dwarfed by mysterous americano!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our country should have riots and civil war or something, everything seems so in place. And we are taking everything for granted. Feed people with roast poo. Holidays seems all like lies and bullcrap. ahh weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I canot log into elearning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone saw spanking tay ping huay kick ass ytd? Jus look at him sing on the count down!! Not as much as i wuld love to compliment mine, but damn he suck pimps tiny balls flat out! He should be placed on the life support system instead. Humble folks without temptation would bring him little scraps of meat. Fucking liberace gay, total fad-y goddamn hippie. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like to express my concern about people and taking photos of christmas trees and lights. They are totally soooo yesterday. ancient history. Guess the latest in are the reindeer. Gota get in the time already. lols =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i must find food.&lt;br /&gt;Dajie's getting married in 2 wks time! &lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116765132022473284?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116765132022473284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116765132022473284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-loves-me-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116706202021356328</id><published>2006-12-25T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T07:53:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"santa's late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come i didnt get my share  =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116706202021356328?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116706202021356328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116706202021356328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/santas-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116680961573021724</id><published>2006-12-22T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T09:52:40.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"because i fly, i envy no man on earth'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Flyboys'&lt;/em&gt; made me realised how fragile life is. How easy our friends might jus come and go, swift pass life like they have never been there. One minute we are happily drinking down at the bar singing christmas carols and munching cookies, next we might will fly side by side and see them catch fire or even get shot by multiple explosive bullets that smack thru their body as if its made of paper. Honour is upmost importance but what matters if the one behind the stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a solid metal workframe, professional groundcrew, control towers, proper instruments and peaceful neighbouring countries is a blessing. Although death is inevitable, who wuld mind dying near heaven itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contridicting part is, the one thing that evades and affects every aspect of flight, the mysterious thing called 'love'.&lt;br /&gt;Its christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all love christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hear hear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116680961573021724?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116680961573021724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116680961573021724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/because-i-fly-i-envy-no-man-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116676446302017364</id><published>2006-12-21T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:14:23.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the gingerbread pair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;16&lt;/em&gt;) + 2 = (&lt;em&gt;18&lt;/em&gt;) + 2 = (&lt;em&gt;20&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt meant to break that cover.&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind having it now as well.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult maths that jus the ginger people can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new shiny buckle, longing to get scratched.&lt;br /&gt;Pouring rain's still pouring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EA polarised is waiting for me. i jus feel it in me.&lt;br /&gt;blahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas to all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/469149/eref.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/720354/eref.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116676446302017364?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116676446302017364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116676446302017364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/gingerbread-pair.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116635503280085566</id><published>2006-12-17T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T03:30:32.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16 december 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Show'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a movie with man, sex and guns,&lt;br /&gt;dont fancy daughters, neither sons.&lt;br /&gt;with the companion of strangers&lt;br /&gt;hidden the darkest corner,&lt;br /&gt;close to breathe the breath of painful toil.&lt;br /&gt;brought near too close&lt;br /&gt;the countless attempts&lt;br /&gt;to doubtful possibilities &lt;br /&gt;and given up hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Branded House'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired joints provided them no choice&lt;br /&gt;to leave them both, in palace of tissues.&lt;br /&gt;the walls unforgiving, pose untouched&lt;br /&gt;combination finally made do, with positions like such.&lt;br /&gt;Contributive roof, dripping crystals of water&lt;br /&gt;heaven's gift finally made way&lt;br /&gt;to the intruding advanger.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, final thrust made the end&lt;br /&gt;their first lovelace lust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116635503280085566?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116635503280085566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116635503280085566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/16-december-2006-show-movie-with-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116609180427756426</id><published>2006-12-14T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:23:24.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alright. im screwed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'when you need someone to protect you, isnt it comforting to know that they are among the best?'&lt;br /&gt;'AIRFORCE, ABOVE ALL'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;navy, below all. *sneaky sneaky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhah! i got that from the board. looks stupid anyway. i need at least 3 flights each week till 7 feb in order to complete my PPL. how screwed is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116609180427756426?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116609180427756426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116609180427756426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116602748971417604</id><published>2006-12-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T08:31:29.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT A GODDAMN DRAGON TOO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLOURS OF THE MONTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top: ALL green&lt;br /&gt;bottom: hot pink &amp; black (alternate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116602748971417604?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116602748971417604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116602748971417604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-goddamn-dragon-too-colours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116576023755576235</id><published>2006-12-10T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T06:17:17.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;christmas nose and santa's leggings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having this stage of my life whereby i sleep everyday like a moehog. I jus keep sleeping!!&lt;br /&gt;Did facial treatment wif my family at vivo, my dajie's unorthodox way of preparing us for her wedding. Everything was fine until the extraction part. Fuck she nearly squeeze my whole damn face out of that stupid metal thing. SUPER painful la. I teared like a goddamn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a madman came out of some cab in the middle of a flyover and started kicking other people's car for no reason. Suspected that he's either drunk or on drugs, but we got scared cos he alone made a super long jam and daddy's car is running out of fuel. The last thing we need it to join him walking on the flyover =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is one day closer already! all the present givings are gona make me a begger very soon. Blaaahs, party party party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once dajie moves out, we gona shift house as well. Finally, it has been 18 yrs and im still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, one more thing, the indian shop is at amoy street and chinatown point.&lt;br /&gt;'eat all u can and pay as u wish'&lt;br /&gt;i became an elephant today. Damn, bloody regret. Ended up unbuttoning my pants jus to BREATHE. HAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gotta shower.&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116576023755576235?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116576023755576235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116576023755576235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-nose-and-santas-leggings-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116522388613153434</id><published>2006-12-04T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T07:46:57.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr TF my friend hates his haircut. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and..!! in yishun, they got this &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; ball that allows us to write our wishes on it. They say this balls are to be thrown during the count down at marina this Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;(ima christmas junkie. forever and ever, and ever ever, and ever ever ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if u see something like 'I WANA BE A PILOT, ZEN'&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, thats mine.&lt;br /&gt;duhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this very irritating fact that has been bothering me for quite some time. I concluded that monkeys are &lt;em&gt;god&lt;/em&gt; and they &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; rule over our lives from the start till now. Butt fugly aliens they are  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im starting to &lt;em&gt;let go&lt;/em&gt; pretty fine now which is something good to cheer on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for u BFF =p  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flu isnt planning to go off anytime soon. darn&lt;br /&gt;*drips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116522388613153434?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116522388613153434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116522388613153434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-mr-tf-my-friend-hates-his-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116515562556492334</id><published>2006-12-03T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:20:25.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know its a wonderful world but i cant feel it right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burned my whole afternoon staring at my dajie's wedding cards.&lt;br /&gt;An always-drunk indian uncle passed away at the opposite block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbour is really starting to piss me off. she said something today that goes something like that 'OH, the rabbit is out again! it can come out when he wants it'&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got that god damn fucking rabbit, DONT buy its food, DONT let it out, DONT wash it's cage nor take it out for walks(or rather, hops). She plan to keep it inside forever isit!? waaaa.. angry!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowy is really pathetic already cos he stays OUTSIDE! Now we're helping them take care of him and they makes noise!! FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116515562556492334?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116515562556492334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116515562556492334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-its-wonderful-world-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116490918279663455</id><published>2006-11-30T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T09:53:02.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u made me feel everythings fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, erm. I signed up for the pilot vocation in RSAF already. Now pray that they reply me soon and i pass the tests. *sweats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U shuld see the singing competition today outside SAC man.. There's this china girl that sang somewhat like an opera that i swore the sparrow at the roof twitched abit. The pitch she went was WAY high to gazillion light years off ultra space and BOOM. total madness.  *twitch twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the famous &lt;em&gt;tdow huey &lt;/em&gt;wif hans and raphl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took li****'s number too~ &lt;br /&gt;woooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing, very important.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafta congratulate my bitch in getting into the SEMIS in the dance competition in cube tonight..&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW U CAN DO IT! all the way yo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/1600/373604/wecwc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1243/1543/320/485144/wecwc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116490918279663455?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116490918279663455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116490918279663455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/u-made-me-feel-everythings-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116480802070403142</id><published>2006-11-29T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T05:47:00.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;battle of the sexes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayy. my primary school gona have a meeting. Gona see everyone again!&lt;br /&gt;wooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are pussies.&lt;br /&gt;Pussies are Cats.&lt;br /&gt;Boys are dogs. (randy jackson)&lt;br /&gt;Boys are son of bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Son of bitches, who are actually cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i conclude &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats = Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Dogs = Cats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116480802070403142?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116480802070403142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116480802070403142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/battle-of-sexes-yeayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116465497439525779</id><published>2006-11-27T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:18:55.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"chu chu chu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone who has watched 'happy feet'. the minute i look at my rabbit, and the hamsters. I feel that they hav lost it man. jus stand and wait for food like mumble. Fucking gayish, but i did felt a tinkle of sad-ness for them luh. For awhile i felt pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been receiving this mails from fucking monkey ice age and i got this today. to prove the indeceny and how lowly rated, non-effective and stupid this mail is, i shall do an analytical description and results of thus action.&lt;br /&gt;I will too prove, that woman, on the contary to men, are very, very demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get close to her in movie theatres. (she goes back and complains to her bestie that u tried to take advantage in the movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to her thru the movie. (she thanks u for wasting her $9.50)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand while u talk. (she finds u possessive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her shes beautiful. (she feels u're having an affair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look her in the eye when u talk to her. (Dont stare, its rude. Plus, what makes u think she will look at u as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her stupid jokes. (Goner. oh comon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her mess with ur hair. (jus let them try it on mr katon. They're fried.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just walk around wit her. (she tells u "ure so boring!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her like shes the only girl you see. (who's on multiple dates?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickle her Even if she says stop. (Pervert. Refer to sentence 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts swearing at u,tell her u love her.&lt;br /&gt;(SCENE 1)&lt;br /&gt;girl: u knnbccb. laobu hor kao gan, lao peh die terrible death la fucker cb.&lt;br /&gt;BOY: DAMN! I LOVE U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her fall asleep in ur arms. (if she dont drool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET HER MAD,THEN KISS HER. (if u're totally itching for multiple shadowless slaps and tea wif mr policeman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up wit her all night when shes sick. (right, so u can both get sick together?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her favorite movie. (only if its happy feet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her forehead. (Gotta provide a blotter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write her letters. (Is msn down or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she asks u 2 go 2 a show with her,go.(Yes master, i am DOG.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy her ice cream. ("dun wan la, im fat!" guys, hear this often?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in the rain. (wait, now this is romantic. hurhurs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when u fall in love with her tell her (who dont?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i've tried to be funny. not working. But anyway, despite all the bad facts and irritating reasons that girls come up with at a blink of an eye, we're sadly born to love pussies anyway. Unless getting screwed in ur jubor by another 'stick of love'&lt;br /&gt;den be it u fag gay. Its 3.09 and i cant slp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living thru a night where there's no fags, empty fridge, un-entertaining porn, empty stomach, numb legs and ur ever growing pimples. Anyone can get as emo as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this entry has no purpose or intended harm to anyone. Whoever feels offended or wadever fuck. Erm, ... ... too bad..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116465497439525779?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116465497439525779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116465497439525779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/chu-chu-chu-to-everyone-who-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116461726422903363</id><published>2006-11-27T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:47:44.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;too beautiful, can be perfect hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooo.. BTT on jan..&lt;br /&gt;so longggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and JJC party at momo this thursday. wana come?&lt;br /&gt;or isit PJC? blahs, some weird JC luh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;digs skirt-chasin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116461726422903363?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116461726422903363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116461726422903363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-beautiful-can-be-perfect-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116450409034570177</id><published>2006-11-25T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:21:30.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, must sincerely thank everyone for this wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i mean, MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116450409034570177?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116450409034570177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116450409034570177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-me-firstly-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116429655437910895</id><published>2006-11-23T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:56:19.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know, i jus love birthdays. Its the only day when my whole family get together and squeeze in that stupid car jus to go out and spend time together. &lt;br /&gt;Abit emo la. So for me, we went to watch 'happy feet'. Maybe becos 2jie wana watch, but well.. TOTALLY NICE becos everyone in my family came. hehehe. Include MOM who hates the movies. (MY DAJIE IS TAP DANCING NOW! EEW!) It jus so happens that today everyone was free, cos mom and dad going overseas tml and dajie on the wkends.&lt;br /&gt;so it was the only pre bdae celebration where everyone came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, HAPPY FEET IS NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, as gay as it may sound. I forgo time i should spend on my EPI project but i jus HAVE to tell everyone that it is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;must watch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Movie critic i may be and this movie is 5 stars amigo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its normal that endings are not very up to mark becos the directors are rushing to finish it. But other than that, to me, its PERFECTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i plead to thee, be it becos my family went, or maybe the movie IS good. But jus go watch it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOooooooo!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been this excited and happy ever since my first solo.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;i dun like to admit this loudly, but i love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116429655437910895?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116429655437910895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116429655437910895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/song-from-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116401043528644540</id><published>2006-11-19T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:13:55.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd love an angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOYYY!!"&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my skin crawl everytime my mom screams my name. U see, she's making pineapple tarts, so she skins the pineapple, the maid chops it.. and i got &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to STIR. and to make pineapple PASTE, u hafta stir until theres little water content it the i-dun-fucking-know-y-ure-so-juicy pineapple. so yes, i was chatting happily in my room before i got called to be mr 'GU LAT'.(cow strength)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom got a call, and i was left there alone with the maid. She's stirring her little pot jus beside me. Then i realised, for the past year, i have never really talked to her properly except asking her to make coffee for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During MST, i watched 'art of the devil 1 and 2' at shahs crib. With his mom. Then if my results suck, u know wad i've been doing at my friend's house already dont u.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the following conversation might not be totally accurate becos we're conversing in malay, and this is wad i understood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the maid then, in her kampong, whether there's such magic, or ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Like all maids, they told me about their stories and i got abit freaked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who knows, maybe i step on her toe one fine day, Or she got sick of making coffee for me. She take my hair from the toliet, DL my picture from &lt;em&gt;friendster&lt;/em&gt;. Then send back to some bomoh in Indonesia to curse me! &lt;br /&gt;Boohoos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i exchanged some chinese stories that i feel i myself, dont believe much as well.  U know, in chinese kampongs, BOYS are the love. They are considerablely much wanted then the girls. And parents will do everything in their command to prevent the ghosts from irritating them. Some of the methods are making the boys have girly name like ah mooi. HAHA, and make wear golden earrings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are to wear multiple vest or shirts that make them look like a little lady as well but is allowed to run bare bottomed showing their little elephants to the world!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the stupidity of fiends who could be deceived into believing the child is a female when there is explict proof to the contrary. But the old people trust in those kinda methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then her part of the story was, she saw this ghost, in her training center, a woman long hair, no spine, and there's blood flowing from her eyes. &lt;em&gt;'mate darah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nearly fainted, then her friend rushed to her, asked in consternation, and her sobs and cries gathered into a paroxysm that shook her slight frame after the period of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus then, she got excited. Maybe she haven got a conversation with me in a long time. So she started telling me about her family, her brother, sister and everything. at that very moment, i wished i haven started telling her about anything from the beginning. Really. I wanted to ask her to shut up cos im getting bored of her story. Plus stirring the pineapple made me sweat and pretty pissed off. Plus, i swore she never brush her teeth. COS HER BREATH STINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brain killing her. I stopped talking for very long but she jus kept on going! In my sophisticated brains, i got a durain in hand, and hurled it on her head, making it stuck there. Then another durain appear in my left hand. i made a might swing, thus disembowelling her!! HAHAHAHA! *WIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, inbtw her conversation. I heard something about moles. Did any of u know i have moles while i was young? i got this huge mole under my eye and my uncle say its of bad luck. So i had it removed. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My distant auntie in Malaysia, had this LARGE, black and grotesque mole in the middle of her nose and her eyes. When i was young, i used to think i could jus raise my hands and help her do the favour of twisting it off. But as i grow older and my fruitless attempt in making it drop, i gave up hope of it falling off by itself as well. &lt;br /&gt;Soon, hardships and privations she was subjected to convinced me into trusting, that it was the saddest thing that could happen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah! thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;Loveeeeees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116401043528644540?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116401043528644540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116401043528644540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/id-love-angel-boyyy-recently-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116367500302023530</id><published>2006-11-16T02:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T03:06:23.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's right might be not right after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so wads ur dream girl like jubs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'erm, firstly she cant stink. I love nice smelling girls. and becos i got criminal eyes, she must hav huge watery nicey eyes! Oh, i got 2D nose, so she mus hav a very nice sharp nose as well. AND AND! i got pimples, so she canot have pimples too. Nice complex. Best if she looks abit like a minah. and if she dun mind me fagging. She must like tdow huey too! She need not be from a well-to-do family, nor must she be smart. But who minds if she hav it all? hahaha!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WA LAN.. U LOOK LIKE THAT, AND U WANT SOMEONE LIKE &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt;!?&lt;/em&gt; U THINK U MARRYING ANGEL AH? COMON JUBS, WAKE UP LA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;^%^$%#$%$%^ RARRRHS!! u ask me&lt;em&gt; DREAM&lt;/em&gt; girl wad!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, apart from that matter. i pretty emo today. cos i feel i cannot get into any singapore uni with my results.&lt;br /&gt;hais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all the leaves drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116367500302023530?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116367500302023530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116367500302023530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-right-might-be-not-right-after_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116326282400600510</id><published>2006-11-11T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T08:33:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wallowing in self pity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus when i thought things picking up, life jus find many ways to fuck u up.&lt;br /&gt;Well, rather then suffer in slience. I feel that OM and the Sirs always have this epic narrative in the head before we all start flying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comon, jus bench me already. Im totally toasted and its healing time. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Right, benched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MST, i always wana get myself house arrested. But before i know it, im getting ready to leave home to the outside world already. And to think i have the possibility to make slow bloom of affection for studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well oh well, another long line of colossal mistakes. Feeling like a convicted felon. And another sleeping problem. I wake up feeling tired, but i jus canot get back to sleep. jus like aifey. We nid some drowning pills sister =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly to "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". i hope u haven forget, for i have been longing for this moment. That, you ARE still, my halley's comet =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116326282400600510?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116326282400600510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116326282400600510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/wallowing-in-self-pity.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116307272074783181</id><published>2006-11-09T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:45:20.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i was a young boy my daddy said to me, &lt;br /&gt;son i wanna know what it is you wanna be. &lt;br /&gt;I said i'll never wear a tie but i like the colour green, &lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna wanna fly the fuckin F16 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116307272074783181?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116307272074783181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116307272074783181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-was-young-boy-my-daddy-said-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116296844247919547</id><published>2006-11-07T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:47:22.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jalan raya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a rented car.&lt;br /&gt;three bikes.&lt;br /&gt;12 people.&lt;br /&gt;tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou its pretty tiring for the drivers to go from one side of singapore to the other.&lt;br /&gt;and that the malay costume is pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;But it was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wana watch 'step up'&lt;br /&gt;elearning sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116296844247919547?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116296844247919547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116296844247919547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/jalan-raya-there-was-rented-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116281294504508168</id><published>2006-11-06T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T03:35:45.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The Lost Item"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again. Well, i am writing becos i missed blogging at mrloti, and also very lazy to start a new one. But the main reason is i got a story to share today. UNLESS u hav much time to spare, else dun waste ur time on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: "Sorry sir, i didnt mean to lose it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: ""Nono, u save it. Tell me then, u wana take full responsibility, or u wana drag all 3 of ur friends down with you. Since u're gona resign, take everything on ur shoulders!""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: "Please, i cant let that happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: ""Then wad u propose? any better ideas?""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*RING RING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"yea wad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs:"Erm, u know what. The maid lost his suit. She put in out on the balcony and was stupid enough to forget and clip when she knew that thing was soaked and heavy. Now we dont know where isit cos we went down a few times can we cant seem to find it. Guess someone took it away. And btw, &lt;strong&gt;dun tell him&lt;/strong&gt; alright. Wait for him to come home den tell him. Later he gets angry and scold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"WHAT!? ok, nvm. i coming home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Boss calls Him still*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"Hi dad, wadsup?"&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"erm, well. where do u get ur suit from?"&lt;br /&gt;Him:"nahs, cant buy it elsewhere. wads wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"H.A.H.A... well.. no la, jus asking"&lt;br /&gt;Him:"Comon, cut the act. wads happening?"&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"Maid lost it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"oh fuck."&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"dont worry. call u later. i'd try help u find it"&lt;br /&gt;Him:"Damn, cant go solo without that thing. Its elearning week somemore! Im rushing for the dateline already!"&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"I know, pray hard then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(meanwhile. mrs and daughter went around the neighbourhood searching and asking people whether they hav seen the lost item)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"Hello, town council? I am Steven.L. And i got a lost item, get the foreman for me now. Urgent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreman:"U asked for me?"&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"yes, i lost something and now i wana check ur bins and cabins in case any of ur workers took it. Where are u?"&lt;br /&gt;Foreman:"Orchard. But nvm, i rush over to meet u now. sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1hr later, when the bangalas, foreman and boss met)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss:" show me all the rag-and-bone man's houses, open ur cabins too. I wana check"&lt;br /&gt;Bangala1:"We no have key."&lt;br /&gt;Boss:"Find a cutter then, snap the chains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Searched every dustbin, garang guni man's house, Big bins. Cut chains from store rooms beside the thrash buildings for every 5 blocks from 7**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss smelling like rubbish himself :"Ok, forget it. Thanks anyway"&lt;br /&gt;Foreman:"nvm, its ok" (Takes out a fag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him:"Im home! well, can find?"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone:"Nopes."&lt;br /&gt;Him:"nvm, i'll go buy another one tml if they still hav it then. Thanks for the effore anyway."&lt;br /&gt;Maid:"im sorry."(teared alil)&lt;br /&gt;Him:"Its okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Item. Erm, my flight suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.="""""""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116281294504508168?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116281294504508168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116281294504508168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-item-hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116221521115842809</id><published>2006-10-30T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:33:31.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;in dripping tears and frozen breath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;Delete my link for i am changin a new one already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to loves, cheers = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116221521115842809?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116221521115842809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116221521115842809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-dripping-tears-and-frozen-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116213791533169253</id><published>2006-10-29T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:53:43.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mushi mushi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in JAPAN, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/ervetvetvetvev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/ervetvetvetvev.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are hotties like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/hahaha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuties like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/AHY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/AHY.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and others, erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/27-10-06_1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/27-10-06_1610.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not implying anything.&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116213791533169253?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116213791533169253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116213791533169253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/mushi-mushi-in-japan-there-are-hotties_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116178489139151718</id><published>2006-10-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:15:33.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what man is a man that does not make the world better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;level one is now an official member in my train campaign even if she disagrees. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Well oh well, a little evil, to hav done a greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little lychee margarita and some coconut mixed shit made the bear float like honey star cereals on milk. which made me a walking zombie as well. culdt slp the whole night without reason why. Came to school very unwillingly cos i hav to visit the airport for my ITP yy prepared for us. Well the idiot who took our papers hav that kinda face where he'll 'hav ur brains for breakfast u faggot'. so much for a scumbag.&lt;br /&gt;I might very well hav to deal with him in my 9 weeks and hope he dun screw me with rules and 'come here now' kinda expression in some feeble attempt of changing my late wakings. And to add on, i need a better paying job.&lt;br /&gt;SO, airport was like jus a 5mins trip and we're gud to go home.&lt;br /&gt;and HOME, is very well, another side of Singapore, for once, if anyone wuld say singapore is a small country. I wuld so love to stick a camel dick up his nose and tell him to rephrase. On the -ohsodirtyandihatetosit- bus, cars speeding like they are on Indianapolis speedway makes me wana get my license even faster. Can go out for fav. tdow hueys wif my chummies even if they dun like it. Cos I do. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i chatted alil with Y today. Not knowing how to act thou, after the last time i replied so stiffly and as much as i tried to be nonchalant, oh damn. hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate moss is pregnant! hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day out, 'Mango'+'Guess'+'clothes from random places' = Dirty.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! i very much agree as well? Or maybe im brainwashed. With ur bff kept non-stoping-ly chiming about -dirty- clothes. And that piece of skirt that cos less den 0.5m cos as much as $199? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the feeling of jus smoking at lazing my 321312321KG butt at some coffee joints right now. Had some lame dream in the afternoon and woke up totally messed. Some huge king kong rain hit us ard the north. Thought the world's coming to an end la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven been flying for a very long time. And not flying for a VERY long time consitutes u to getting ur pathetic ass kicked out of flying school cos u nv meet the god-fucked dateline. Common sense tells CAA* that they shuld bloody extend cos dear -some-arsonist-so-i-can-hav-healty-land- people over the other side of the beach are creating smoke. Our papers even hav an article that says 'if u think its bad here, its worst there' Fuck you. &lt;br /&gt;If it hadnt been a 'THERE', it wuld be heaven here already. "Careless, Stupid, DUMB and jus to lazy to do it right." &lt;br /&gt;LMAO! =)) Bloody god loving 'ones' use handkerchief to cover their rottenholes in hope they dun smell smoke while burning trees. Ask me and i jus KNOW they hav nothing betwn their ears. &lt;br /&gt;And my instructor. Abit cheehong i hav to admit. He made multiple girls into the club and now i feel 'PPL' is no longer something we WORKED for. they keep planning her cos her first solo is priority. and runway 03 is on rain season. Bloody monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;ccb, jus wana dumb her sweet sweet ass in acid and let it melt. ok maybe not cos she's pretty cute. But he's bloody risking mine and echo's license if he realised there is a DATELINE. dont know how to fuckin think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was to sneeze ah, the first to fly out is the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;the other GIRLS will be happily hiding behind his balls sia.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are giving blowjobs 8000ft in the air. AND he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe that was alil bad. They mus hav had certain skills to get in.&lt;br /&gt;-takes back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling jaded suddenly. blahssss.&lt;br /&gt;tata peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116178489139151718?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116178489139151718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116178489139151718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-man-is-man-that-does-not-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116159015492849967</id><published>2006-10-23T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:04:04.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i jus wana break u down so badly, in the worst way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extracted from this oxymoronic faggot in the train this morning.&lt;br /&gt;"yea lor, they VERY poor. haiya, all this &lt;em&gt;third&lt;/em&gt; world countries. There! like Indonesia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airhead fucker, did he study geography or something. Well maybe not. Bloody indo chinese might be richer with their Secondary bank account compared to his whole family's worth plus his sister's smelly cb and his father selling his pathetic ass in the streets of God-knows-ur-ass-stink road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i dun like schmucks critising third world people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look of that pathetic chicken wuss grin on his "oh-i-know-a-third-world-country" face brings my morning down. Thou like usual, i was super late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture of that chicken boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/chicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I KNOW A THIRD WORLD COUNTRY"&lt;br /&gt;"AM I SMART?"&lt;br /&gt;"CAN I HAVE SOME RICE TO PECK ON NOW?"&lt;br /&gt;"PRETTY PLEASEEEEEE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe its time i get myself a fucking roster to wake me up in the break of daylight. School's at 8 and i woke up at 10, even more ashamed of not going for the first lesson on the friday time slots since the opening of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to thank all the carebear fakie levis boys who loved to on their mp3 on their HPs so damn loud to share their techno. Doubt they hav less then 3 songs in it cos it kept repeating. note to share, the songs are crawling with spiders. God shit its old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin's wedding ytd at raffles. Dajie's on jan at four seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Lettme tell u, dun recommend raffles cos from the place where u giv the 'tall turban' man ur keys to let him open the door and park the car for u TO the ballroom. Fucking like 2.4 la! I asked miss somebody &lt;br /&gt;'how do i get to the ballroom'&lt;br /&gt;"OH, u walk up, third floor(or was it second) walk straight, pass the shops, turn left, go UP, turn left across the toliet. around the corner and theres signs from there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNB-CCB-LPSL-LBKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS WELL ASK ME LOOK FOR SIGNS FOR A START.&lt;br /&gt;and the service slow like mad. I rmbed the table next to us was saying 'wa, the third dish not bad' and our First one wasnt out yet. &lt;br /&gt;Thou the only plus point was that wine freeflow all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, gona post this out to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographers anyone?&lt;br /&gt;i nid you for my dajie's wed. erm, u can choose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)angbao OR 2)VIP seats in the dinner itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holler out to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, till then. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116159015492849967?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116159015492849967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116159015492849967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-jus-wana-break-u-down-so-badly-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116132304510084390</id><published>2006-10-19T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T22:47:41.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'watch the fly'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The departed is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont deny the girl i saw today was totally cute. Until she found out i was noticing her, my cover was blown so i smiled. Polite enough, she returned one as well. Then she stood up at her stop, HER FLY WAS OPEN LA!&lt;br /&gt;She's still oblivious to it, well, i mean, duhs. If she knew, she wuld hav done something to it already. Dammn, didnt hav the guts to tell her as well, later she tink where am i looking. So anyway, hope she dun get much attention to the where-ever place she's goin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone, please dun wear white pants and lean on the glass window in the mrt willya. I woke up to find one HUGE THICK BUFFED butt right beside my face! with the undies inprinted on the white shorts and for a second, i tot i saw 'IM SUFFOCATING' on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well oh well. Today's pretty early and thats that. &lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116132304510084390?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116132304510084390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116132304510084390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/watch-fly-departed-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116117917470628062</id><published>2006-10-18T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T06:46:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Happy Birthday Mom'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for making u prepare the food even thou its your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;The wine is pretty heavy man, i feel like im burning now. &lt;br /&gt;Rarrrs.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116117917470628062?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116117917470628062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116117917470628062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-mom-sorry-for-making-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116101584601990431</id><published>2006-10-16T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:24:06.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does it take a careless matchstick to cause a forest fire but a WHOLE box of it to light up a campfire?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116101584601990431?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116101584601990431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116101584601990431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-does-it-take-careless-matchstick.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116100976603441623</id><published>2006-10-16T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:15:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;snopes the onion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going SATS next saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Wonder whether we gona get in.&lt;br /&gt;Short hair?&lt;br /&gt;formal wear?&lt;br /&gt;wadever wadeever wadeeever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sickening thing is, its sooooo far! changyi airport is like, 1hr from my house can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to upload this picture of 'me'. But it seems like the computer saw thru my scam and disallows me to disgrace the 'real' person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some news update&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;haze is terrible. Shot to the highest today.&lt;br /&gt;Miss somebody swam across the ocean and reach the other side in the shortest time.&lt;br /&gt;CEO of duno who died while viewing a land property from a helicopter. Plane crashed.&lt;br /&gt;Dajie bought a new fan.&lt;br /&gt;I am eating corn.&lt;br /&gt;Corn is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon very sadistic. they swim upstream to mate, then after that. They die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird park was fun! omg. i nv knew it was that good. HAWKS. Saw mr ostrich mating with miss ostrich. Feed the lory, kinda parrot luh. Catched nearly every show and ended the day with some lift exercise, perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, cant upload any pictures. Other time then. And *****, ur camera sucks. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this in a playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kumar my lover,&lt;br /&gt;kumar my friend,&lt;br /&gt;You hav been the one,&lt;br /&gt;you hav been the one for me~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.  ewww.  =)&lt;br /&gt;shall try the picture tml.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116100976603441623?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116100976603441623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116100976603441623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/snopes-onion.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116082725995532637</id><published>2006-10-14T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T05:13:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;tang yuan&lt;/em&gt; is riceball!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So daddy was some vice chairman in my neighbourhood something something. As much as i wuld love to stay home and play mofunzone or discuss our travelling routes and trip plans for tml wif minah, we hav to go 'showface'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's some break fast event. Dont be dumb, not breakfast. Break Fast.&lt;br /&gt;Went down and this random guy started explaining about the "Basics of Islam". Nobody was listening cos everyone was chatting so loud and trust me, that guy himself was nervous. Kept shifting left and right with shivering hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As-Salamu Alaykum(may peace be upon you). They even provided a copy of 5paper combine 'basics of Islam' booklet. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started after a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;-Noodles&lt;br /&gt;-Porridge&lt;br /&gt;-Bandung&lt;br /&gt;-Jelly&lt;br /&gt;-JELLY&lt;br /&gt;-MORE JELLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine, except that the porridge was basically salt filled, theres HAIR on the jelly. Oh for a minute i thought it was pubic hair cos of its 'curly-ness'. LMAO. But then again, it was exceptionally long so it might not be afterall, unless that 'person' is some decendent of the elephants or something. And at the bottom of my jelly, the VERY VERY bottom, INSIDE the jelly itself, a fly was riding right beside the little grape. Good thing my eyes are 6/6. And let me end the whole fucked package with the soiling of my 1month old havaianas, some fucker ate currypuff with his FEET and got the curry stain on my slippers.&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a face colour like the bandung i drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish, and my maid jus told me that the stain cant go off =(&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT. All hail strong curry puff, curry who defeated soap + water and got away scott free. &lt;br /&gt;$^#%&amp;^&amp;**(&amp;^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digress abit, please watch 'advent children' from youtube if u have the time. Some kind soul posted the movie up online. Search for the episode 1-10, totally awesomeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone hav the theme song for 'pearl habour'?&lt;br /&gt;Haze is getting from bad to worst to god-please-fuck-those-indonesians.&lt;br /&gt;cant see shit on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aley aley, tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116082725995532637?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116082725995532637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116082725995532637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/tang-yuan-is-riceball-so-daddy-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116074201152430379</id><published>2006-10-13T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T05:20:11.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope u like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round, &lt;br /&gt;or listened to rain slapping the ground? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight, &lt;br /&gt;or gazed at the sun fading into the night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down, don't dance so fast, &lt;br /&gt;time is short, the music won't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day on the fly, &lt;br /&gt;when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done, do you lie in your bed, &lt;br /&gt;with the next hundred chores running through your head? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down, don't dance so fast, &lt;br /&gt;time is short, the music won't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;and in your haste, not see his sorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch, let a friendship die, &lt;br /&gt;'cause you never had time to call and say hi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down, don't dance so fast, &lt;br /&gt;time is short, the music won't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere, &lt;br /&gt;you miss half the fun of getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day, &lt;br /&gt;it's like an unopened gift thrown away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't a race, so take it slower, &lt;br /&gt;hear the music before your song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116074201152430379?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116074201152430379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116074201152430379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hope-u-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116072950267012604</id><published>2006-10-13T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:53:38.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;everytime i try to leave, something keeps pulling me back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad haze. &lt;br /&gt;Little rain.&lt;br /&gt;No go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/f.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/f.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116072950267012604?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116072950267012604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116072950267012604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/everytime-i-try-to-leave-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116058464091103017</id><published>2006-10-11T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:37:20.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'a long journey starts wif a little step'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome the 2nd 32inch plasma to my little home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad loved the rabbit more than he did months ago now, he helped clean her cage today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg hurt from torturing zai at fort canning jus now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116058464091103017?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116058464091103017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116058464091103017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-journey-starts-wif-little-step.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116040021927351186</id><published>2006-10-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T06:26:34.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;a frog was placed in a pot of cold water and heat is applied. Frog will not notice the gradual change in temperature and is eventually cooked without knowing that the water ever became hot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm&lt;br /&gt;'Damn, weather's killing me'. Beads of sweat started to make its appearance as I rolled down my sleeves and zipped my flight suit properly, making my way on the steaming tarmac towards niner oscar november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.50&lt;br /&gt;After the external checks are done, i made sure the flight controls are working in order and the other instruments are fine. Making sure the ground chief is in his position. "Chief, power's on! im good to go" The engine cranked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00&lt;br /&gt;"skylark ops i read u strength 5, number one."&lt;br /&gt;"Tower this is niner oscar november, request circuits. Whiskey one holding point runway two one. 1 POB, QNH is..1010"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.15&lt;br /&gt;"november cleared take off runway two one." Smoothly pressing my throttle forward to the max, checking my airspeed, flaps as required. Rising RPM. Ts and Ps green.&lt;br /&gt;65knts, lift off.&lt;br /&gt;"Oscar november departing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY PLANE! and i dun get to fly on wednesday cos i got fucking extra lessons to attend! RARRRRHS!! STUPID FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOOO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116040021927351186?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116040021927351186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116040021927351186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/frog-was-placed-in-pot-of-cold-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116032217170842162</id><published>2006-10-08T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:47:37.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;we live it all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life hav been ever so boring after the sweat out trip tis afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;until i came pass this blog, which 'whom must not be named' is being speculated for the last few days and being blown into the hot spot, very quickly. Knowing either the 'adversaries' or the writer wuld hav pretty much, a huge possibility coming pass my blog as well. very much wuld i love to not state my stand on either side of tiff.&lt;br /&gt;(if its one even for a start)For which i might jus as well bring myself into not needed trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou i hav to say she does possess incredible guts to bite the chunk of honey out of the beehive. Not delusional yet critisizing the name of the club itself is lionheart. Yes, perfectly no vulgarities nor being bad named for poor grammar is one respect all itself. Totally subjected to views like the rest, its a new seed. Integrity in exchange for bad profile is one big issue to tackle even if its not borthering u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, i felt tagging is a stupid way of smirking threats. Schmucks tagging without their names is even worst. Ironic it may be, but how smart can u one get to threaten someone by such tactless means. If ure someone i know, and close with even. Im sorry but i have to admit it is rather not smart to blow ur top, tarnishing our club's name in respective agenda, jus for ur chance in showcasing ur point of view. We do not hav the right to deprive the right of people's right in speech. As a bigger group in this 'conflict', please note that for jus ONE, ure already shifting ur cool and dragging the club's name down with u very much as well, thus only showing to the rest how BAD u really MIGHT be, if wad she states are, regrettably, proving. Learn to think first, then act.&lt;br /&gt;I hope u agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being tolerant is virtue. Im not a saint, nor can i be one. But to reach a point of sacarsm and not hurting in language is an art. Guess the writer hav yet to reach that stage. Direct abuse of my club's name is childish. Dont dish it out becos they do have limits. Believe it or not, either u care of not, its gona tarnish u somehow. Im not saying this becos i felt it shuld, but i felt it might. Some might not feel comfortable for being thrown into the killing pool for nothing. Saving this whole thing in a most rationale way is to apologize. If face matters, then please delete the entry in ur earliest convenience, for u, and for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why im even borthered saying this is becos i felt it was unfair, may i stress again that im not siding anyone. Thou logically, if the above committments are met, i preach to those who hav a part in the 'tag warfare' to hav a peace finger off, if not, stop the not-very-smart verbal attacks when u know its not going to hurt. And in the process, hurting the club's name even more. 'Liberate' the club once more with some sense,and we shall share a joy tempered only by our compassion for this 'ordeal'. (thou its not THAT serious) Have to admit how fragile a emotion is, how terrifying words can turn out to be. Nope, not compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not trying to be smart or anything as such cos im not in it. &lt;br /&gt;Brains are god's gift and comments are in a package. What i said is wad i felt was right. DUHS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, peace to all.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116032217170842162?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116032217170842162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116032217170842162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-live-it-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116021649810446571</id><published>2006-10-07T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T03:27:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it was so close.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in medical status, there are the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TOP)&lt;br /&gt;1A&lt;br /&gt;1B&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was one of the 2 out of 6 who got a status '1A'&lt;br /&gt;Being at the top means riding in our RSAF's F16.&lt;br /&gt;But becos spid. was flying the ct4e. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my chance.&lt;br /&gt;It was so close. &lt;br /&gt;Intially choosen, then taken out of the chart.&lt;br /&gt;Out of 30, i worked my way to be one of the remaining 6, then squeezed for top 2.&lt;br /&gt;but now becos of the ratings type, i'm placed as standby.&lt;br /&gt;im sad. really.&lt;br /&gt;I dun blame them, cos they didnt choose it themselves, and everyone wana go.&lt;br /&gt;Bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;Now i hope i can make it for the pierce trip to visit the base there and take the S211 ride instead.&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard for me people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/wewcwcr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/wewcwcr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By jus one inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116021649810446571?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116021649810446571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116021649810446571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-was-so-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-116004852955971097</id><published>2006-10-05T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T04:42:09.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'i hav thrown my pistol! Please dont shoot!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore actors and actress hav bad taste. I caught a glimpse of the award ceremony for our local tv-faces. Seriously wonder if the clothes are choosen by themselves or the designers. Cos either way, it suck. So bad i think 15year olds look much mature and prompt then them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and congrats to my butt. Mr army botak man has lost to me in the fight for the rare 'throne' on the mrt on the way home. He ended up sitting on the floor jus next to me. But too bad la, im tired as well as u are. I guess he jus paisei to snatch the seat wif me. blahs.&lt;br /&gt;And the pop-out eye auntie. She was one strange creature. She sneeze right, but instead of covering her mouth, she covered her EYES. hahahaha, too lame. Her eyes are huge and protruding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new tighten braces made me forgo the lovely chicken wings and many other food that wuld very generously contribute to my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;Dajie shuld jus stay overseas for another month. I love her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml goin in johore wif the rest of the jubors. &lt;br /&gt;and the taiwan show on tv is dumb. The 2 '5566' fella FIGHTER siaaa~&lt;br /&gt;right. and they, of course, WON the match.&lt;br /&gt;so the held hands, and lift it up high in the air in victory. YEAYY.&lt;br /&gt;Comon, at least hav the decency to SHAVE ur fucking armpit hair la. ure on TEEEVEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;ewww~&lt;br /&gt;Totally DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;sick long hair and wrist bands. Fighting without sweating and stupid stunts that look like a poor replica of WWF. no, not WWE, its WWF, the older version one.&lt;br /&gt;'tao yan, ni zhen de hen yao yenn~'&lt;br /&gt;yea, thats wad she jus said.&lt;br /&gt;blahs, the tv shuld rest now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMs hav nv been ever so fun. I may hav regretted for the past 2 GEMs, this one is a baby. Dont ask me why, its jus tooo fun. HAHAH! and i hav a proportionate body and a normal neck length ok!&lt;br /&gt;Alien so irritting la~ he kept shouting that im abnormal! when tongy and him are the ones who are 'LONGER' &lt;br /&gt;and TF, if u ever see this, SHUT THE FUCK UP. &lt;br /&gt;i know that u know that im PERFECTO. &lt;br /&gt;hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, im tired now. will be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;I hav lost the blogging flare very much now. &lt;br /&gt;But will be on ends to keep it rolling. &lt;br /&gt;peace out my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-116004852955971097?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116004852955971097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/116004852955971097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hav-thrown-my-pistol-please-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115980740231884897</id><published>2006-10-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:43:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Spread vegetarianism, u could come back as a cow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me 'bitchin betty' comes out very quickly. My female voicemail personnal. hahahah! Rubbish, as if mine comes out faster then everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml's number ** of my dental. and pray its getting better. I saw this nick and i tot its pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;'I tried to drown my sorrows but somehow, it learnt how to swim.'&lt;br /&gt;cute right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tv hav been giving me problems lately, and the root of the problem is the stupid rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail, dajie is going overseas tml. for about 5 days? YEAYNESS! HAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;and i am posted in the VIP seats in her wedding. WTF! why does the duno wad auntie and duno wad uncle get the VVIP!? &lt;br /&gt;I VERY BU SHUANG! i gona wear singlet and slippers for her wedding! kns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatimah, i will SAVE that stupid mail of urs. cos its too nice.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send me the songs of the world please, cos i hav much more space to go.&lt;br /&gt;making me feel like i bought the ipod for nothing. i haven even come close to half of the space provided and its already 700 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my GPA. waa. pathetic. Now i tink dicipline is the whole ball of the game. Which i seriously lack. Being a slacker and schmuck, everyone's easy on it. Its like a addicted addiction. smoke em soon. I SHALL GET A 4!! hahahahahah. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecturers are pretty low sad lives in the society. They teach out of passion or money. Like many, cash in is the more important aspect in their job scope. To love the things u do everyday is impossible huh hans. lmao, i doubt so thou.&lt;br /&gt;well we shall see luh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh meatball im comin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im addressed as the mailman, remember im at the edge of the envelope already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115980740231884897?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115980740231884897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115980740231884897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/10/spread-vegetarianism-u-could-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115952921898273852</id><published>2006-09-29T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T04:26:58.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'bring back~ oh bring back, oh bring back my ***-y to me, to ME!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch CHARM tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;Episode 'angry zen'&lt;br /&gt;totally waste of time. Haze sucks.&lt;br /&gt;swollen ankle the big foot is so funny. Long island tea proved her worth was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;'oh, i CAN drink.'  right~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and xy, in case u dun know. I HAVE FEELINGS. u make me sound like a robot. And not gey siao la.. BUT dun say im e**, it reminds me of paul twohill. And thinking about him makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY, im goin to the ZOO and then marina on sunday.. HAHAHAHA.. So dumb, but ohh well.. soooooo looking forward to it too, especially when u bring that person and let 'it' see her love ones, then they reunite and hug each other. Tofu chicken wing arms. LOL, ur relatives and love ones! bear with it for a moment! LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to kenny tat gayish faggot, the 'rx' is so much closer to me, i MUST start savin like.. NOW? Anyone wana join me? Then i can bring u out anyday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wana go eat tdow huey on saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;cheers~&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115952921898273852?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115952921898273852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115952921898273852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/bring-back-oh-bring-back-oh-bring-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115929613997165569</id><published>2006-09-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:42:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;seems like the rain's falling everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i look at my steptronic baby, she's ever so perfect. so when can i complete my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/RX8_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/RX8_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hav a problem waking up in the morning. and its getting more serious as i thought. Really, cos if 2 alarm clocks and 3 'hello, wake up' personnels cant help. Wad else can? I even thought of hiding my alarm INSIDE my pillow cover so i will hav a problem off-ing it in the morning. And it jus dont work! maybe, those arent the voices i wana hear in the morning. I need the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, 2months to my bdae. Means my license, cant stress the urge. And school's been pretty well. The constant suffocation in mist of 'u hav to know this' is irritating as hell. And i hav mr california cole as my tutorial lecturer. He's pretty outstanding. He wears a cow boy hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cos im bored. I wrote a little song. Not like im gona post it here, but i felt its pretty nice. AHAHAHA, plus, u people dun get to comment about it. So yea, it HAVE to be good. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say live life like there's no tomorrow. Cos u jus die if some friggin wire in ur cockpit becomes live. So if im gone and recovered in the sea or maybe on top of suntec city tower, ive came up with some resolutions of wad to do wif.. ME&lt;br /&gt;Simply cos im bored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to those who cared, save the grief, pain and tears. Draggy people shuld be exterminated. Place me somewhere together where nice memories and happiness coexist.&lt;br /&gt;-Please donate my belongings to my family and friends. But nv lend dajie my ipod. She dun fully understand my love and bond for my possessions.&lt;br /&gt;-Give my clothes and paper brand underwear to the poor in the third world country. Its hot there, thin ones are always a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;-Golden rule, in my funeral. dun serve soyabean, dumplings in soyabean with youtiao. Mango ice from xinwang, cheesecake souffle or oreo ones, claypot chicken rice, pepper crabs, tomyum or laksa without hum. beef or potato with baken beef bits. Spgetti with creamy sauce and milk tea. Or milo. Cos if i cant eat it, u dun too. Actually, people who came shuld not even touch tis within a wk of my death jus to sympathise me.&lt;br /&gt;-Money shuld be given to my family to admend the pain and cover the coffin bills. No distant relatives shuld come cos i dun wan daddy to serve them. Packets below $200 shuld be burnt, it makes me feel like my presence on earth before was belittled. Auntie or uncles tt live in the streets are welcome for the food. But dun da pao.&lt;br /&gt;-Dun hav the loud -dong dong chiang- thing cos i hate it so. Jus close friends and relatives. And for those who came, please cry. Dont u jus love seeing people cry.&lt;br /&gt;-Donate my organs if they are still in good use. If not, give them to steve irwin's zoo and feed his crocs. He was once my idol. Thou it was abit later when i found out scenes where he happen to lift a rock and find a rare spider underneath was fake, still, he's got my respect.&lt;br /&gt;-Tell my love ones i love them still, those who owe me money to return them within a wk cos after tt im be after them. Those who owe me a favour, give my family a bigger packet and eat lesser food. A pic of my 'sexy' lips to my loved kissers and dig my heart out, preserve it in a bottle and present it to the one i loved still. Or maybe the last one before i die. And for now, its her. HAHAHA, dun complain, jus keep it. Tell ur other half i'll haunt him if he's still there.&lt;br /&gt;-Due to the undue cracking of my fingers, its alil out of shape i guess. Or maybe not, but somehow, i dig them. So leave the fingers with me even thou i hope i can give it to someone else, cos they will look great with it.&lt;br /&gt;-Cremate me and throw me out of the window thru a capsule on a F15 on afterburners 10000ft above the ocean. I belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im still bored. Its 2.32am now and i got sch tml at 10&lt;br /&gt;Gona go read some book or stuff myself with greens till i puke and faint.&lt;br /&gt;Love to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115929613997165569?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115929613997165569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115929613997165569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/seems-like-rains-falling-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115883584638230574</id><published>2006-09-21T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:50:46.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;up up and away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dun borther arguing with a retard. She'll bring you down and beat u with exprience.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, random news of the day, i saw a pathetic lizard. Its head is squaashed by the shoe cabinet and it dried up perfectly in its last position. Totally awesome. Like some fossil item and i think the maid saw it, jus that she blindly turn away and dun wana do anything about it. HAHAH, well, we shall jus leave it there then. RIP pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuxuan &amp; kai. u both are the most responsive people ive ever seen la. Totally funny. and in a funny way, im kinda moved. But all in all, thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun watch the damn 'banquet'. Its boring borring boring. Dont say i cant speak chinese, cos i know how to listen, plus there is subtitles. But its purely boring till its peak and i nearly got impotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into ettiq. and personnal image for GEMs. Presume the fact that i will look more decent after the course and receive more invitations every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meto paper tml. wish me luck people and dread the early mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u took notice about the world recently, taiwan and thailand. Citizens are overwhelming their president and prime ministers. Aint tat fun! U hav peaceful talks, then when things go wrong. THROW CHAIRS. Totally fun. Take petrol bombs and dump them. Run. No one knows. Plus i hav tickets to bangkok for free. Jus one la, we can share another one. Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! DIGRESS!&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE HAVE HAVE to ask everyone this. is there ANYBODY. JUS ANYONE. please!&lt;br /&gt;go with me to the wang lee hom concert 'heroes on earth' tour. Oct 21. &lt;br /&gt;I mean it, u can jus go wif me and u dun even nid to get me a bdae present anymore. HOW GOOD IS THAT! u dun hav to even pay for my tickets. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! &lt;br /&gt;whether ur a guy, girl, hybrid. wadever. jus anyone. dun feel shy alright. jus come ask me and i'wuld do the rest of booking the tickets and bla bla bla. OH PLEASE. i really wana go~~ U know its not unattainable. Call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about cheenas. YFC hav recently took a pack of 'china' boys and it suck. I mean, u can come talk to me in chinese for wadever. Please dun come talk in english. I dun wan mine to deteriorate anymore. And ohh, one of them HIDE in the toliet jus beco he didnt know how to do the bold face quiz. =.="&lt;br /&gt;i went and change into my suit when i heard someone 'psss' me. AND DUN U FUCKING PSSS ME U IDIOT. I HAV A GOD DAMN NAME TAG ON MY LEFT CHEST BLIND FUCK. anyway, he called me over and if i budge, im mad. So i waved and make him come over instead. He strolled like a king, and said, 'eh, how to do? i duno sia'&lt;br /&gt;""ownself find out lor. Got to run, bye.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must hav hated me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the look of his face. Dun think he will stick around anymore. Make him chopped like the other 35 people from the 40 per group. He wont be here to see me no more. YEAYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, time for sushi.&lt;br /&gt;family outing.&lt;br /&gt;bye loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: REMEMBER, I MUS STRESS AGAIN THE IMPORTANCE OF ME GOING FOR THE WANG LEE HOM&lt;br /&gt;CONCERT. PLEASEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115883584638230574?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115883584638230574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115883584638230574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/up-up-and-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115866024868058949</id><published>2006-09-19T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:21:37.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;u gave love, a bad name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sincerely thank miss charcoal for the time spent ytd. It was incredible. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thou the mosquitos are a winy bit of a prick. and stop being paranoid, its dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanstop, u and ur brains. Ive new callsign,'psycho'. make me sound like some pervert. And i'll nv teach u the mind reading technics. HAHAHA! brain fucked la u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if there's still anyone who visits this site once in a while. I'll be changing my link so, yea.. shall leave it as it is for about a wk first to let the word go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said aso dun listen&lt;br /&gt;Listen aso dun understand&lt;br /&gt;Dont understand aso dun ask&lt;br /&gt;Ask aso dun do&lt;br /&gt;Do aso do wrong&lt;br /&gt;Wrong aso dun admit&lt;br /&gt;Admit aso dun correct&lt;br /&gt;Correct aso not happy&lt;br /&gt;Not happy aso dun say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im happy keeping my mind off everyting now. &lt;br /&gt;and GEMS. pain.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch im running out of gud night msgs! No mre excuses to send u anything now! damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nutin much to add.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115866024868058949?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115866024868058949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115866024868058949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/u-gave-love-bad-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115850338660092822</id><published>2006-09-17T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T07:32:52.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;our note we shared that flew away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/eagle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/eagle1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me we belong together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115850338660092822?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115850338660092822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115850338660092822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-note-we-shared-that-flew-away-jus.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115829278375298862</id><published>2006-09-14T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:59:43.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my note for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. WE GOT CHEATED. THE HOST IS STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, and they said it was FOUR stars. BULLSHIT. &lt;br /&gt;LMAO fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wana apologize to (damn how come i keep apologising recently) XIN WANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;LMAOLMAO SORRY! i used to curse and swear by the sight of u name but ytd u saved me n pok!! cos ure opened till 2am on wkdays and 24hrs on wkends! HAHAHAHAA. sorry! and ur chickenchop came fast, so efficient! so xie xie xin wang. paipai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this loooooong talk with 2jie ytd. We've been sharing the same room since eons but we've nv talked that much ever. It has nv been pass, say, 5 sentences? But we jus rattle on for hours yesterday. Totally fasinating. I can do much more of those actually cos im secretly in love with before sleep chats. hurhurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as u can see, late for YFC again. Thats y im here. Alrite, gona catch the 1pm bus and thus, i shall be gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115829278375298862?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115829278375298862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115829278375298862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-note-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115822086816568696</id><published>2006-09-14T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:01:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"STATE PROPERTY, EGG AT YOUR OWN RISK".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its friggin raining like MAD for god's sake. Did he drink too much ytd night or wad. DAMN! How to go out like tt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQ got uber big left brains luh, canot playplay. And it has been awhile since ive seen Dari. so yea, sunday is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun u jus hate how contridicting woman can get. Mother always complains 'WHY BUY SO MUCH. UR CLOSET FULL LIAO'&lt;br /&gt;and she fucking bought 4 pair of shoes for herself today. HOW CAN LIKE THAT! &lt;br /&gt;i mean do u hav 4 pair of legs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVEN GUYS JUS HAV AN EXTRA LEG.&lt;br /&gt;wad the fuck! how unfair! and dun borther asking them why buy so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They REMEMBER the dates and wad clothes to go with it. They really do. Never test them, they'll never stop. Vain is not an excuse. Ure under the 'auntie' cohort now and u've got 3 kids and a husband. Vain smlj?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while im waiting for my age to allow me take my licence. 2jie is AFRAID of driving. Ironic it may be, ohh well. Bright side is, lesser competitors for the cars next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou its hateful raining all day, means i canot go out wif pok. But still, its pretty comfy actually. lols, makes me jus wana snuggle up tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tt sound like a pussy pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, shall stop here for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;and i will see y'all soon.&lt;br /&gt;now tke care.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115822086816568696?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115822086816568696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115822086816568696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/state-property-egg-at-your-own-risk.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115815076290368356</id><published>2006-09-13T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T09:46:40.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ready? Lets roll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to quit the niang niang qiang talk. Let's get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried certain ways to bring this to u, but ure somehow, unreachable. Unable to meet u on sunday either, thus i shall just blog this down.&lt;br /&gt;So miss stupid float. Now that we are young adults and that we hav graduated from primary school 6 years ago, communication shuld be much mature liao right. &lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets admit it, that day was fucking boring. For u, for me. SAME. LMAO! Boring events dun bring people together. ok maybe except tt food place we went wif xz they all. If u feel the awarkard feeling originated cos we were once besties, thats bullshit. Its the vast differences thats happening in our lives and i swore i felt everything is on the downhill. I felt so strongly things were gona end and its merely jus impossible then.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, i was gladly agreeing on a time out.&lt;br /&gt;I can eat all my words now, cos it started to hit me real hard right in the middle of my face, making my ever 2D nose even flatter.&lt;br /&gt;I started to miss u really bad float. Never wuld i expect the fast ride and change to my 'throne' until 'he' came along. Ima ass. I admit. Cos i took it lightly intially. Fuck it became a god damn mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Then i pondered where did i go wrong. Infuriated cos i tot ure fickle.&lt;br /&gt;Until i saw wad 'he' has done, i seriously sunk. Dumbfounded actually. In such a short time even.  Yet i culdt think of single god forsaken incident to make u feel im worthy instead. Cringe for all i want, and for that, i wana apologize.&lt;br /&gt;For im now no different from all the other male 'fishes' whom swam up and got grab, glanced, dumped and thrashed by you. lols&lt;br /&gt;And, i really hate to say this cos i swear it goes against my nature. But i felt theres no longer time or space for hidden feelings, lets not even go on for ego.&lt;br /&gt;Im scared. I feared most of being placed at the threshold of no redemtion yet im afraid of asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;So i did thought of showing u how much u actually meant. But wrong place wrong time, or maybe, time isnt even there anymore. It seems to me tt my dear lady luck and chances are no longer on my side anymore. Yes, jus ask me once more and i'd say i regret it when i had it in my grasp. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;But like i said, we're grown ups. Or we presume to be. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch i wont persuade u any further cos u hav ur right to choose, but allow me to deny ur feelings on how much u mean to me den him or maybe, as before.&lt;br /&gt;We know this might be it, i guess pretty flowers dun always blossom. Maybe we're better of where we started off from, when cursing wont make us flinch. I felt that way too. But u know clearly thats not wad im out for.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, logically, before i make any other decisions and regret anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love you **l. (dun nid everyone to come asking me since when, u'd understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring everything down once more and lets see how it goes. inform me if its possible.&lt;br /&gt;to put a line for the emo part of this entry, im sorry tpf for all the shit i put u thru. i truely am. So dun work on saturday luh, u dun take rejection one right? go out wif me la. HAHAHAHA, Cjade on me la can  =.=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, SHAHRIN BIG FOOT KATONG SHYFOOL. ps didnt pick up ur calls. IVE PASSED TOO!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur, say i smart quick.&lt;br /&gt;0,0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm, lastly, OK 91 and OE 86 didnt roll. BUT I DID. HAHAHAHA, say i smart again quick!! omg. too cool luh, right right right! and af i dun tink im going for the camp la. we shall see how can. If u ever fall into this blog anytime soon. the SQ. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and, JS AND FUCKING ADIT got to go night sortie. @$*@$(&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for tonight. im out.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers my loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115815076290368356?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115815076290368356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115815076290368356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/ready-lets-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115806731229845136</id><published>2006-09-12T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:21:56.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;string that flies the kite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything around is jus so loud.&lt;br /&gt;and ive passed ratings.&lt;br /&gt;celebrate we shall, with a ceramic cup and a broken tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's another round of results. &lt;br /&gt;so damn wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come thurs is Johore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday and sat is ground school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday is camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PFL after tml. Come quick! oh come so quickly please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to kick the living crap out of any contenders in this planet.&lt;br /&gt;Have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three cheers, a toast, the &lt;em&gt;fallen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115806731229845136?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115806731229845136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115806731229845136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/string-that-flies-kite-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115806201153409431</id><published>2006-09-12T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T04:53:31.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;take my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time passes as the day close in. Yet nothing was announced as it was suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl, santa fatty is back wif pressies and loads more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and adit, ur ball game is stupid. Yet u made us sweat. Crimson some other day dude, i'll barrel roll, spiral and gun u down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this is wrong. ive no mood for anything.&lt;br /&gt;and this entry is bullshity-ly boring.&lt;br /&gt;dont look anymore people.&lt;br /&gt;jus go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electrico is too fine&lt;br /&gt;im pussy boy, so come and take me away for elimination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115806201153409431?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115806201153409431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115806201153409431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/take-my-hands-so-time-passes-as-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115779700140764548</id><published>2006-09-09T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T03:19:57.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;remember the trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JS's AFP is so tres cool.&lt;br /&gt;It kinda borthers me when my parents dun really wish i become a fighter pilot. Really it does. They secretly emphasis the better prospects of being a commercial captain.&lt;br /&gt;But they dun understand that sometimes, it just goes beyond the money and carrer.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, no one ever knows if im able to make it as a military aviator. I might not make it to the cut and get chopped. I might just fly some big fat C130 for all u know. But i know i have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like getsno or giggy. Family, love or spouse alway gets affected. Trainings made them unavailable for months or years overseas. Neglect, and the fear or losing the dear ones if any single sortie goes from bad, rotten to crash and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking in tt suit and cap has nv lifted my eyelids. I wana stroll down the tarmac with my bag tt contained my helmet, strapped onto my parachute and roll down the runway at full afterburners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope u understand. If you complain that ive not spend enough time at home. Lemme stress that this is just YFC. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine times where im really in the RSAF.&lt;br /&gt;I cant go on with my dreams having obligations and worries back at my&lt;em&gt; own&lt;/em&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;wont anyone just understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this suck =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115779700140764548?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115779700140764548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115779700140764548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/remember-trees-jss-afp-is-so-tres-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115762801586144468</id><published>2006-09-07T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:31:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they asked how come a turtle is seen in memory of late Steve irwin. Maybe cause its closest to a croc cos it can swim? Cirkey~ thats pathetically lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im terribly sorry for breaking the promise shelia! im not able to make it for our gathering cos i dont have enough time =(&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's chalet was pretty fun. Thou there was a pretty big differential in terms of gender in numbers. Just 3 guys left in the end. and to explain why i hav to go off early in the morning, cos i got my groundschool to attend aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive secretly sneaked home some papers to mug. HAHA, tml exam luh~ fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd night we talked about how well we actually know ourselves. Pretty random but thats much a kickass qns cos u never really find the answer. Maybe 3/4 of the time u made urself think ure some kinda being u want urself to be.&lt;br /&gt;Denial in short. Till an extend we cant really remember who we really are and wad we're out for in the begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i did give it a thought on the way home thou im not pretty sure whether i was in the right state of mind when i cant even open my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a live wire, radical thoughts occasionally, mild extrovert. Dig intellectual, eye loving things and new action all the time. Never good with money, apt to suffer during the long run. Engaging into new activities are always a heart deep love and never being able to tolerate to boredom or atmosphere whereby i feel physically or emotionally claustrophobic. dun wana be cowed down by failures. U'knw, play the game for the recognition it brings. Maybe manipulative or dominating but hardly committing. Love exotic or frolic hideouts thou not a very focused person. Often driven by excitment and never a real crowd person. Always dreaming on a grand pace and never like to compromise. Admire and hope to spend my life chasing something i am obsessed. Never assume crowd authority and not really realiable. Dont count me in for anything charitable and have bad intuitive capability. Never a chores lover and at times due to self ego protection, being able to continue my adamant, head high, indignant, self righteous attitude. HAHA, so near a shovenist.&lt;em&gt; oh oh &lt;/em&gt;lemme cruise to fame.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, there's never enough words to describe how much we really are thou most of the time we adapt and change instead. Yet strange how life just moves on with our 'fake' identity, how we work, play and fall in love with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear mr yu, lols, i always got a tingling feeling everytime u say u gona move on into something serious. I mean, seriously, how many men can say that and stick to it as a principle?&lt;br /&gt;Compare to all those rich bitches, sluts, flirts if they even existed.. Perhaps its wrong with wad u or me are looking out for. So what if we got together with Fiona Xie, she will run with some other men in the end. Or maybe 'Dr Grey', She'uld prolly fuck my chums and break my gentle heart. HAHAHAHA. what a emotional wreck. So stop whinning or u'll be sneered and laughed at. Its never wrong to move on, nor isit to be serious. Just, dont whine. lols. Its not a mistake, just that I cant tolerate it. Perfect setting for a painful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im supposed to be having FUN. So i tell you, after tml's test. IM FREE. for a few days before my SP results come. Den im dead.&lt;br /&gt;And please tell me the age limit is 18 for car license. I need it!! BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliff, please, i preach to thee DONT emphasis how important ur religion is to ME cos i dun fucking give a damn. Im a freethinker and i dun nid ur damn god. And sharma-ma-ma got his right to believe in HIS own religion. so SHUTUP uncle. Cos to me, I am god. u retarted asscrack fucked stinky old loserish driver. #$%@$&amp;&lt;br /&gt;wad a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayy! i cut my hair!!  Thou it looked pretty weird. LMAO =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, alexandra hospital dental clinic is a whole damn bloody scam. I just learnt that pf had her brackets done for free if they fall out. But i had to pay $30 for mine!! CHEATED! lmao, and no colour yet! RWAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maid cook = rubber chicken = brackets drop = extra $30 = possibility of new clothes&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously giving everthing to u. So please handle it with care. Cos thats what i did with yours.&lt;/em&gt;  =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gangsta of the CIRCUIT.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115762801586144468?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115762801586144468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115762801586144468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-is-like-little-old-woman-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115735733137875641</id><published>2006-09-04T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:08:51.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheena MEN does smell.&lt;br /&gt;I wana cut botak, which i might hav said a trillion times. &lt;br /&gt;U wont hate me for that right?&lt;br /&gt;Off to LITTLE INDIA with 'gottacatchemall'. &lt;br /&gt;which is totally dumb.&lt;br /&gt;cos we're too bored.&lt;br /&gt;Budget day, means $10 like she said.&lt;br /&gt;EAT FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;Be back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPF is a BAT type pokemon, whom special attacks include 'confusion breath, lighting walk and thunder fart'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright peeps, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115735733137875641?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115735733137875641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115735733137875641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/testosterone-boys-and-harlequin-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115730016947195674</id><published>2006-09-03T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:24:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;there's a reason why wings are pinned &lt;em&gt;over &lt;/em&gt;the heart. You took up the space within.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, learned a new term.  'Meh chi ke neh ra tos'.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah, dun ask me what's that. i'll never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSAF open house was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char level 1 with her masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/qatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/qatar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cos i got thirsty, i went to buy drinks. &lt;br /&gt;RSAF sell PREMIUM GRADE H2o drinks ok. I just know it. Cos its $2 for a FUCKING CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/H20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/H20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while im drinkin my top grade H2O. i found this pair of HUGE parachute undies staring at me. Dont get me wrong, i decided to take a photo of it cos it fucking hav HOLES alright! That lady got porcupine butt or something. Well, ima care bear. Taadaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/HOLLLES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/HOLLLES.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest are some pictures abang z took while i became s*****t. HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;bitch, shhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/RSAF.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/RSAF.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/f16rsaf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/f16rsaf.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/scramble.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/scramble.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/LB.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/LB.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that trucker cap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/INF16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/INF16.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aerial display was FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, hav to wake up EARLY tml. Which is like, 6.55 AM. damnit. &lt;br /&gt;a nice and not nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Shooo~ &lt;br /&gt;king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115730016947195674?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115730016947195674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115730016947195674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-reason-why-wings-are-pinned.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115718670647820684</id><published>2006-09-02T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:49:00.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;where freedom rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE, i solemly declare that the newspapers CANNOT be trusted anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you check this out yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ya'll mus haf heard about the 'snakes on the plane' shit. Which is literally spastic. From what i've found out, Samuel L Jackson, that shiny mr baldy, is a cop. He's suppose to protect this eye witness who saw some murder or something. So as usual, bad guys all over him. They made snakes crawl all over the plane in mid air to eliminate them. The only credit the director gets will be the ability to come up with someting as weird as that. But the coolest part? Everyone, its NUMBER ONE in Singapore Box Office!!&lt;br /&gt;From what ive suspected&lt;br /&gt;1) S'poreans must be left with the Chai-lai Angels and Snakes. Not much of a choice.&lt;br /&gt;2) They are couples. Not there to watch the movie u know.&lt;br /&gt;3) Fond of cold blooded reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;4) Hope to see steve irwin somewhere in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats so nice about snakes? Not as if its albino or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's 'THE HOST'. Alright, i dun mind watchin this actually cos the gurl's pretty hot. But the cute 2 legged one mouth and none existant eyes monster ripped a FIVE star credit from 'First Magazine'. Impressive huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One new S'pore movie called the 'Singapore Dreaming'. I dun even wana talk about it. Mr Brown said it was 'One Solid Movie' while pres. Nathan :'It is life in its reality' Thou i doubt our dear president even watched that movie. And even if he did, that sentence might not even come from him. Some president scholar or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, finally, the CHAI LAI ANGELS. terrible replica of charlies.&lt;br /&gt;CHAI LAI = CHARLIE&lt;br /&gt;see the drift. If u do, please cringe. It dumb, this version only makes use of pretty thai women(u dun even know if their really woman in the first place) and lousy explosive shots with high air stunts. I bet they dun hav the multi million cars like charlies'. I thought S'pore always hav bad copys with respect to the states. Damn im so wrong. But well people, thai angels are 'Most hilarious agen act this YEAR'. hahaha, no kidding. Well, i wont be surprised thou, thailand dun make alot of movies since the ong bak fella except for all the RA shows. So if its in a YEAR, reasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemming. A 4 stars rush from '8days' 'FIRST' 'SPH' 'TODAY' Dont know much about this one. But shuld be bad i presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Number S7evin is only nice cos there's josh hartnett, lucy liu and old timer bruce willis. Cos other then that, i dun tink there's anyting interesting except catchy plots. But u culd well forget about it thou, R21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the rest are alright i guess. Its a hot day. There's no sun yet its stuffy. Rarrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor pretty boy Joakim is out. No eyes "two paulhill" is in. HAHAHA..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel, dun force me ok! i am NOT going. Flat footer laaa, canot tahan one.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, OK LA, I DUNO HOW TO ICE SKATE CAN!! u ask ziyu tommy cc wa suet. If they ALL going den i tag along. HAHA! SET! ok done. LMAO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to the IC people, i cant make it for the recee tml. And please tell me how to go to the St john island. Or else i nid to set camp somewhere in the jungle feeding mosquitos saintly wif my swtheart, miss mosquito repellent. Give me instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, potato pie here i come. Damn it smells good.&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115718670647820684?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115718670647820684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115718670647820684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-freedom-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115714748533706883</id><published>2006-09-01T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:57:02.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DEAREST COMMANDO JAGGED SHA. AND KATON AH TONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i saw a friggin dead RAT floating peacefully on the sea at esplanade. =.="&lt;br /&gt;TERRIBLE la, and the water soooo dirty. HAHA, but i heard the boat trip is interesting. Anyone wana go boating~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings are stupid and boring. I couldnt believe i hav to study that shit. Even the banks are terrible. omg~&lt;br /&gt;and i learned about 'gukars' i guess. Is that wad u call them? u know, those people wearing the straw-hats protecting the president or ministers one. Yea, they are scary people. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wuld totally agree zouk is better den dbl-O. People and songs maybe? But dbl-o got the space i guess. &lt;br /&gt;how about the only similarity? U got fights in dbl-o, zouk AND future. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH! WTH, how annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 5.40 now and i hav to wake up early tml morning for the airforce open house. Which i think im not going wif js, wj, aruno plus plus plus.. I mean, since abang Z proposed to go with me on sunday. LMAO~ so yea.. i can slp like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiredddddd! AND OH OH ONE MORE THING. hahahaha, cos the other day ran in the rain. My shoes got wet and it couldt dry in time right. I wore my dad's stupid nike sports shoe out to YFC. den i went straight to makan sutra to meet the rest. Which mean it continued to zouk. SOO, yea, wore my sports shoe to zouk. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRO OK! anyting happen, i can &lt;em&gt;lari&lt;/em&gt; first. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh hell i miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;alot x 97187187197149714917497139719719174971497140148 x infinity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye everyone in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115714748533706883?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115714748533706883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115714748533706883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-really-shouldnt-say-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115702217514588193</id><published>2006-08-31T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T04:11:13.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love is when mommy wipes food off daddy's mouth everytime he 'da pao's some during dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are suppose to replenish sleep and hav fun right.&lt;br /&gt;Then how come i still need to study.&lt;br /&gt;this suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats worst, the trip from raffles place to one gor. street is so fucking far. Plus they dun hav shelter neither. Then it rained. &lt;br /&gt;We thought we were pretty smart. Get a copy of 'Today' as unbrella and ran from one shelter to another all the way till FFC. It was fun initially. &lt;br /&gt;When was the last time u ran in the rain? But the oh-so-smart us could hav just stayed at the mrt and dun move. &lt;br /&gt;Cos all this stupid fun made superme feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit but im PARTIALLY sick. Im STRONG! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day was fun! Everyone was there. I even had chocolates and orange juice and.. bananas. Was offered la but didt take it. looks pretty errie.&lt;br /&gt;And they claimed that i hav taken my Olevel laminated cert.&lt;br /&gt;I cant find it. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out all YFC PPL's hav this 'HPPS' thing. the hand posing plane syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny scene. But ratings is taking loads on me. No good. &lt;br /&gt;And im not the only one sick! My instructor as well!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, so he's weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my guppies died. HAHAAAHA, dun ask me why. Life's so pathetic for that damn little fish. Cos im not gona bury it as im lazy. So its goin into the dustbin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PF secretly got a unknownn rival. Jus becos he came letting his mouth loose, kinda irritated jelly and slandered pf, whom he had no slightest idea that it was a stupid choice. Canot tolerate anyone doing this huh, but watch ur back. Soon he'll stalk and hunt u down. lols, maybe with electronic equipments? wires or solenoids maybe. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the upturn, recently i've been reassured. &lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty contented and for that i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Thou u hav been pretty irritating all this while bi**h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Candy. HAHA, funny name, but yea, she brought the IZAP for my mom. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;its sooo gona work. It have to! Pokemon say hello to ab-ys soon. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PQ ure stupid! lmao, truely sick ok. And goin town is far too difficult for a vey very kelian and sick-ly &lt;strong&gt;MAN &lt;/strong&gt;to do so! HAHAHAHAHA!!! so im not feeling sorry for not meeting u. Some other time la xiao jie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i even mention one of my brackets loosen cos i ate CHICKEN =.="&lt;br /&gt;damnit, the maid cooked some rubber chicken tt was hard and somehow, yea, brackets came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pouring so much recently, RAIN FEVER u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/birain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/birain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tchau~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115702217514588193?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115702217514588193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115702217514588193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is-when-mommy-wipes-food-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115683505037024149</id><published>2006-08-28T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:33:13.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u put a xing xing, (gorilla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/ggg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/ggg.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a wang wang, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/160874114_f222a6c475%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/160874114_f222a6c475%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL GET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINWANG!(cinelesiure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... comon, it wasnt that bad right ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, oh yangie. U sang the stupidest song and it was SOO funny! Really killer. Thanks for the much needed attention at that point of time thou. lols, i'll nv delete it. And in case if one day it has to be used against you. URE DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, go malaysia la.. =x HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's this new chinese 'cai *something* xiao tian chai' show. Yea, I THIHNK THAT KIDS SMARTER THEN ME SIA! hais, but well, since half of the population of the planet has less-than-average intelligence, guess im not alone. If it took you more than one second to figure out the previous sentence then you are at the bottom of that half. Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No yfc AGAIN cos i slpt like a pig in this beautiful terrible weather.&lt;br /&gt;NIANGY U WORE THE WRONG SIDE OF THE SHIRT!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to save you jus now by laughin along, then i stopped cos i wana try to drop it but u kept saying 'ITS SO FUNNY!' which is not!! =.="&lt;br /&gt;see! i continued to laugh ok. U BETTER BE THANKFUL cos if u noticed no one else except us are laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling already? Dont. Thats my next CJade trip. lols &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, be back for more yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115683505037024149?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115683505037024149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115683505037024149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-someone-loves-you-way-they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115669430894334991</id><published>2006-08-27T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:03:31.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon was stuck with an auntie whom she kindly donated 10cents to so that old lady could use the pay phone. Then she met another dumb problem of how to dial the numbers. Luckly i m smart. HAHAHA! ohh thank me pokemon. That auntie had a bad ass attitude. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was Chocoz. 6 rich creamy fantastic delicious mouth watering heart contenting pieces of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my new piece of flash imp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DTF came after this cos i was starving. Called so many dishes it all came at once till our poor little table is cramped like the noodles in tt PORK dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared a cup of oreo from cool station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 cups of heineken plus something something something at 'Balcony' in Heerens. With that gay waiter and fantastic ang mo kissing show.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, i wasnt drunk. My blood circulation good kae. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch 'devil wears prada' but the timing was bad. So ended up with 'Love wrecked'. Funny movie. Dumb ending. Whats with all the movies recently, can't bloody give nice endings no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was xin wang. Wanted Maestro Bistro but XW was less calories and way cheaper. That place super china and the people there talk weirdly. &lt;br /&gt;Rwar, stupid china boy with missy pretty blink blink. Sad life. Comon, bitch's taking farr to long! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total 7-8 hours. &lt;br /&gt;Cash out about $110 in total combined.&lt;br /&gt;Added 3213123123 years to dieting plan.&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home for the next 2 days except if there's work.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ultra super contented and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to shower. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115669430894334991?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115669430894334991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115669430894334991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is-when-you-tell-guy-you-like-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115660122524596982</id><published>2006-08-26T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T07:07:05.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really wana watch 'The Notebook'.&lt;br /&gt;i dont hav to possess it cos once ive watched it, its useless to me already.&lt;br /&gt;But just for that one time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/405225342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/405225342.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115660122524596982?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115660122524596982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115660122524596982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-really-wana-watch-notebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115648424122763926</id><published>2006-08-24T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:44:13.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays no solo. PHEW. I nearly fall asleep on the plane thou. And cross wind was pretty bad till at one time my balls shrunk to the size of a pea. Luckly bui bui said he wana cancel solo. NOW THAT IM HOME, IM GONA SLEEP LIKE NO TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy, yes i've took fish's IC to sneak into DBL O ytd. NO MY FAULT LA!! mommy and daddy didnt hav that flare early. sooooo, i walk pass mr 'kane' look a like bouncer and he let me pass without even looking. HAHAHA, damn, that meant i look OLD! &lt;br /&gt;rwar. Annd, ermm, the start was pretty boring cos we went there pretty early..&lt;br /&gt;they said dblo entry age is 21 but cos ytd was ladies night. So it went down to 18. But theres' this board that wrote its on wed. SOOOOO.. yea.. duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they said, illegal drinking and free fags always taste better. Weilie was super wasted cos it was his bdae. bla bla.. ohh, we had 20+ people in a group! kaos, i know him, he know me, all over the place but its so crowded, jitao more like some multi racial party to me *.*  Den meet some secondary school mates there as well! Supper qiao. Hav to steal someone's ic AGAIN~ soon!!! wana go wana go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this fucking fight. I was happily doin my thing in the middle of the floor den this group of malays started shoving! FURIOUS!! Cos after kane and gang came in to stop the quarrelling, i lost sight of stranger. Ohh, they were showing peace signs all over but they start shoving again for three times. HAHAHA. Farhan got his pants burnt by someone's fag. I totally wont be surprised if its one of us. HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;cos the place was pretty smoky. they got this smoke machine at the side of the dance floor. But i pretty much agree that our group may became the 2nd smoke machine where ever we went, anytime. =/ den there's this 2 totally random &lt;em&gt;china&lt;/em&gt; looking gurls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--'helllo, are you chinese?'&lt;br /&gt;(like DUHS~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--'yea why'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--'haiya, how come here alot of malay ahh?'&lt;br /&gt;(hysterical laugh)&lt;br /&gt;as in, HYSTERICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I M STANDING BESIDE 4 OF MY MALAY FRIENDS SIA. HAHAHAHA, luckly they didnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;then gota go home wen the ting ends cos wana get some rest before my flight. So this two friend's friend and han went back wif me. THEY LIKE PUSSY SIA!! WAA LAOS. han kept exchange glances with me while i sweated my way thru nearly vomiting. They were talkin bout how pro each other is retaining, forward module, debar. Then like they stare at people fighting, but not scared getting into trouble cos they would go like 'i see only what, SO?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u see, the worst thing is they are REALLY RATS. They were sooo 'BOLD' and ended the conversation with A saying to B (i dun know their names, i didnt reply them wen dey asked for mine) 'eh, i dun wana go home like this ah, my mother later nag sia'&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!! i SOOOO regretted stepping into the cab. and not to say i look nice or anything but they are alien like. Really, alien like. Haiyaa, shuld hav taken a picture. Blahs. Doubt i'll be seeing them again. lols. juz &lt;em&gt;wtf&lt;/em&gt; man. &lt;strong&gt;OFF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dajie's out to japan for a wk. (fast n furious~, drift drift drift) SO HER ROOM IS MINE! YEAYY!&lt;br /&gt;my life very sad lehs.. gota share room =/ nvm, wen dajie gets married off this jan, i'll make the maids move into my room. And i'll bloody renovate 'MY' room into heaven. WAKAKAKAKAK..&lt;br /&gt;-Drroools-&lt;br /&gt;i not loser kae, just that daddy hav cash to get one house, two cars but NOT A ROOM FOR ME AND MYSELF ONLY!!! KNNNN $^%&amp;*&amp;^%!!&lt;br /&gt;tmd, nvm, coming.. coming.. patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooooo tired wen i woke up this morning. cant even walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yea, bitch, u made me smile!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;and erm, did i hang ur phone? HAHAHAHAH! SORRY AH! shit happens man.&lt;br /&gt;accident lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. WANA KOON! bye peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115648424122763926?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115648424122763926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115648424122763926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is-what-makes-you-smile-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115626435019428795</id><published>2006-08-22T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:36:22.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can anybody, JUZ ANYONE!! Borrow or rent for me the movie called 'The Notebook'?&lt;br /&gt;Pleaseeeeee! with sugar and chocolate and icing and all the swt things in the world!&lt;br /&gt;and i'll love u forever, and ever, and ever ever, and ever ever ever~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115626435019428795?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115626435019428795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115626435019428795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-anybody-juz-anyone-borrow-or-rent.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115624262568400052</id><published>2006-08-22T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:45:34.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAYYS!! Last paper tomorrow! omg! so excited. lols. happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh wait, i juz wana stress how much i hate aunties! I canot tolerate, old, shaggy, un-auntie-like sicking dying smelly wrinkled aunties. Impossible to express my hatred for these old ladies. CANNOT. they should be exterminated as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;DIEE~  .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, correction. not all aunties. Jus that one i met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking tired today cos i stayed overnight at bigtoe's place wif TF, alien, terrorist, abang Z and shypool. Yea, same old last minute chiongsters. So i went home in the morning to slp den go sch at 1.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh fuck, the bloody main point is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in the train you see, i happened to camp at that corner where u hav juz two sits, u'knoe, those kind.. yea. When the god damn slow train stopped at wdlands right, this faggotish malay 'She' male auntie (not trying to be racist but she juz happens to be a malay) came in la.. She totally caught my attention cos she was damn muscular and tall. So natural instinct i spot for her valleys and saw two mosquito bite size lumps. FINE, she's not a HE. A female laa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was totally totally praying in secret that she wont come and squeeze with me at that two lovly 'couple' seat when the fucking train is SUPER empty. And i seriously suspect that due to my unbelievable infinity ultra space forever and forever karma that i hav so pro-ly collected in juz 17 years of life, she came and floop her butt beside me. WAD THE FUCK. Now theres totally nothing wrong with anyone sitting beside me, and tolerating a 'HE' looking 'SHE' is neither a fickle either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the fucked up part is this. I made abit more space for her fat fatimah ass. She sat down and smile showing per perfectly symmetrical rabbit tooth with a 1cm gap inbtw each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/evetvte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/evetvte.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, not as if i have the nicest set of teeth in the world and neither does she wans it to be that way. So hey, no blame.&lt;br /&gt;Then this sambal balachan stale air came squeeze up my nose. WAAAAA LAOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NoNooO my friends! not the end! she took out this red trusty plastic bag which is like wet and so filled i swore it will tear the minute i poke it wit my pinky. She started digging for something and jabbing her boney elbow on my arm. NB, and after the long hard search.. she took out her prize. TAADAAA! FUCKING PEANUTS.&lt;br /&gt;U know those market soft baked peanuts. TMD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like auntie! in case u didnt know, eating in train. $5000 ok? or isit $500. BLAHS, nvm, the main point is u cant fucking eat BESIDE ME! Why borther so much when she's eating u might wonder. Fuck i'll tell u why. Haven u people ever ate beside an old man or lady before? ESPECIALLY those with no teeth and dentures. AND YESS, they dun BITE. nonono, they suck and try to soften it with their saliva and depress the food with their gums in order to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i sat there hearing the 'liiaumm liiaumm liaummmmm' sound flooding thru my poor ears. Maybe i got agitated becos i didnt hav enough slp. What can i do?! i compromise. So trusty buddy Ipod came to use. Not wanting to blast my ear drums to outer space, i made it jus enough to overcover her slurping+pressing+sucking sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1/8239749823489 of her peanut dropped on my pants cos she fucking coughed! ARGG. and she didnt say sorry! Ok, i tell u, ive nv ever been so happy when she looked into her plastic bag in dismay cos her damn bag of cheebye peanuts are gone.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER HAPPY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i realised this satay stick popping out somewhere in her bag. And as expected, that stupid oxy faggot bloody moron pulled out a stick of FISHCAKE. WAAAAAAAAA!       =.=""""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can see her mouth movements and that sound. ARGGGGG!! i nearly strangled her there n then.. Why does she hav to force herself on something so rubbery when she cant fucking bite! omg omg. I wanted to tell her to stop eating or roll to some other corner to stuff herself to death cos its prohibited to bloody eat in the first place, she might cough on me again and she's FUCKING IRRITATING ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i didnt have the balls to do that to an old bogey manly looking lady plus i hav long admitted that my karma was never gona end if this goes on. Smok'in her off will only add one elephant ton karma to my never ending debt and i dont need some bogey uncle to pray on me next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH OHH..! And there wasnt just 1 stick. There was THREE! and each stick for FOUR freaking fishcake and EACH fishcake, she took about 30seconds to fool around with it in her mouth filled with saliva, 15seconds to try chewing and 10seconds to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RWAR. and i didnt wana change place. Partly becos i wanted to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT, i was lazy to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that when a person is at their emotional extremes, words juz come flooding out like a leaking dictionary cos i was pretty suprised by the way i was mind killing and verbal spanking her on the spot, TOTALLY LOVING IT. cheap thrill. which was like totally gone now. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well, must be compilation of stress. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;YEAYNESS AGAIN cos tml last paper~&lt;br /&gt;hope i dun fail any and to all, HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO COME =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/1472520474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/1472520474.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115624262568400052?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115624262568400052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115624262568400052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-is-when-you-go-out-to-eat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115607032193732778</id><published>2006-08-20T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T03:45:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;revolution in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for the 1hr/$8 work yet AGAIN. hahaha, and dear mr bird studied sooo hard he overslept. So left me n rong rong. THANKS~ but nvm la, at least more money. all the best for ur exams bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND lettme tell u, today was the FINEST day in my fitness first working life. &lt;br /&gt;I relinquished my long lost love for dimples. HAHAHA, u see, i was working at suntec, when miss D came along. First was the simple smile exhibiting the set of denture straight row of teeth accompanied by the valley deep dimple on both sides of her sweet thin lips. That was good enough to so easily shoot me down like some petite helpless weak bird with one wing, immobilised due to a broken leg and insufficient feathers to make lift possible. dun ask me why i compare myself with a bird, i dont know. it just came. HAHAHA, plus that was just the starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later which she just said 'thanks'. Which sounded like a million honey words combine. Totally like some angelic harmonics that only the King of gods get to hear during his 987688698978th anniversary birthday. That silky hair which looked almost fake, fishball eyes, nicely drawn make up, thin lips. Angel like features in short and perfecto figure. Packed with killer legs and model style height. Princess pace of walking and this sweet scent that would jus kill anyone with her angle of view radius of one mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i wasnt working. i would. TOTALLY would hav gone up to her and dig evry precious gem out of her for miss bitch. AHAHAHA. but then again, i guess she's fine the way she is already. i mean, at least not kim sam soon look-a-like which she claims she wuld be. And with that, i proved my loyalty. =)&lt;br /&gt;lmao. ok, i m tired.&lt;br /&gt;bath and talk to niang.&lt;br /&gt;study AES.&lt;br /&gt;slp. &lt;br /&gt;tml camp shahrin again.&lt;br /&gt;tue exam.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115607032193732778?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115607032193732778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115607032193732778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/revolution-in-love-i-went-for-1hr8.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115600092786081654</id><published>2006-08-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T08:28:36.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the break-up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/3rf3rv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/3rf3rv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-if ure planning to catch THE BREAK-UP, avoid this entry at all cost-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were suppose to study at the library. and yes, the word is suppose. But we ended up walking out of the cinema in the end. 'WE' meant Mr bay, meow-lisa and mary. So we sneaked KFC and watched 'the break-up'. Thou it was pretty touching at some points of the not-very-loving movie and its totally anti climax-y. Not as much as i wuld love to kill the movie, but seriously, its rather dissapointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im not wrong, jennifer aniston and vince vaughn are pretty much real life lovers. and the movie mistook their love pretty badly. The chemistry was amiss, weak start of their dates and its like.. erm.. a romantic comedy which lack of romance and comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does hav its share of laughter and tears, but far cry from good. at some point during the ending part, i guilty-ly harboured the thought of whether my money was wasted where it culd hav been better off with 'helen the fox'. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the movie with no real conculsion, and it dont seem as if it provides a sequel. A series of excapades that leads itself only to pain and bitterness. &lt;br /&gt;If i hav a gf, this wuld be the last show i wuld wana watch. It makes me think that a fight is inevitable and filled me with the sense of hopelessness where no solution is possible to live a real heart of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, becos i supported this movie from the start. Heres a little compliments i can give at my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, romantic comedies do not necessarily have to end well. Some might like the way it ended as it did, purely for the fact that it didn't fall into the void we like to call 'cliche'. And strictly speaking, they got to the 'real' life point of the relationship. In which Aniston decided she no longer felt the way that she did and left him. Although they still show love deep within. In other words, ambiguity in film endings is not a bad thing. The film clearly defines that MEN ARE FROM MARS AND WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS. Relationships are hard when you spend your time trying to read the other person's mind or predicting how your actions are going to affect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo.. yea. its never an easy thing to maintain a relationship. that is someting i TOTALLY dont deny. HAHAHA, but then again, u'll never know how long u can last unless u start running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/wrververv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/wrververv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-one more to add, after movie i headed for the toliet u see. den round the corner, this boy, maybe sec 4? Jumped out like a monkey and spread his arms wide like a spider right in front of me. He was alone. and yes, i admit i nearly pee right there n then. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to all, my bitch alittle more.&lt;br /&gt;showers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115600092786081654?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115600092786081654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115600092786081654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/break-up-if-ure-planning-to-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115592524102600121</id><published>2006-08-18T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:20:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear this is totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taitai    eq.(1)&lt;br /&gt;getai     eq.(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add (1) and (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taitai + getai = tai (tai + ge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tai(tai + ge) = tai (tiger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tai (tiger) = taitiger = tai tai ger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore getai is eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115592524102600121?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115592524102600121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115592524102600121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-swear-this-is-totally-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115591811080209923</id><published>2006-08-18T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:29:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life thereafter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dig don omar. Thou i juz realised his existence only last 2 weeks. All round with Daddy yankee, they are totally sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as i hav 2 peanuts, a hotdog and a spoon of starch, i'll never understand why women hav to be totally associated with narcissicism. Just a random thought but its irritating. Was in the train sleeping after pool today and this 2 idiots kept taking photos. When i happen to be behind the girl. Means every single picture will hav my nice little head bobbing out like a lychee. And my secret inner mind reminds me wad if she's my duno whos duno whos cousin or friend. So i tried to not look so bad in it. And thus, i canot hav a nice nap on the train. FUCKED UP. stupid spasticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp shahrin has nv been any better. Math is eerm. i duno man, if i can pass, i swore i'll pass scraping thru the skin of my balls. Really fucked but anyway, we somehow got into gay-ism. As per usual, terrorist culd't get anywhere near 'mau suck bua tak' sentence. haha, can bloody see the Nazi Hitler love in him man. Patriotic man. God knows when sham is gona blow something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show on discovery channel (like AGAIN~) about the reanactment of the 9-11 crash was pretty interesting. OH WAIT, DIGRESS! I WANA COMPLAIN! I FORGOT TO WATCH THE FIRST EPISODE OF JING SUM SUN! or wadever u call her. ok, anyway, u see. If there's a plane, by any chance, is suspected of being hijacked. The airforce will scramble 2 fighters usually to escort it to ground. FOR FUCK. i mean, if the plane decides to crash, same thing wad. Ok, maybe the fighters will down it before it gets anywhere near but still. Pity the passangers. No snakes and all bullets up ur ass so high up there aint no good feeling. Plus, the security is so tight now it cuts. So smartypants thought, ok, heres the deal the train. Remember the train that over turned at the railway ytd or the day before? Bus, malaysia bus crashed right. hahahaa! ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, malaysia toliet! They shuld soo soooo change the bidet kinds to the bowl ones!&lt;br /&gt;WHY THEY SO IRRITATING! Ive like so many logical reasons why they shuld change it.&lt;br /&gt;Adva. of bowls : in case u fart, its mostly covered in the bowl thus not projecting the noise too loudly. Because ur ass is not that small, the smell wont seep oout as easily thus saving u minutes of ur life everytime u shit. When we bloody pee, at least we hav better chances of aiming cos since its higher, its more convenient. Thus we will not step onto pee unwilling. U wont suffer cramps if u squat as ur ass muscles are relaxed while sitting. Plus u can slowly read a book. and becos i like bowls. so... yes, change it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;and if uve noticed the new snakes on the plane' movie. Damn, wads hollywood getting into man! Hollyfucked. Maybe thats the only ONE plus point to the (-infinity / 100 points that its a movie worth watching) &lt;br /&gt;the makers of hollyfuck snakes added more violence, nudity and even the above line of profane dialogue. I guess they expect us to get contented by the mere fact sex and violence goes well with snakes 30 000ft above ground. Well, actually, come to think of it. =/ it does sound pretty hot. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a battle of genders, how come women never embrace change. they always say men are stupid.. Talk about MCPs~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w 'so tell me, actually, why do u like me?'&lt;br /&gt;m 'cos your pretty dumb no brainer that suck up to me'&lt;br /&gt;w 'sorry! ur speaking too fast. slowly please, i wana hear it one more time!'&lt;br /&gt;m 'cos    you    are   dumb   and    airheaded    and    stupid'&lt;br /&gt;w 'i dont get it!'&lt;br /&gt;m 'Told ya~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, spasms of love makes people dumb. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;but we all fall for it all the time. cute people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115591811080209923?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115591811080209923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115591811080209923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-life-thereafter.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115579348697853411</id><published>2006-08-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:44:47.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the thoughts of you kept oozing in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally some time to write something. Hav u people heard of 'the break-up'?&lt;br /&gt;Go see the papers.. ITS VERY NICE U KNOW! hahaha! ok, not as if ive seen it before but it looks nice so its NICE! i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive went to shahs hse ytd with shyfool and terrorist. Stayed overnight to study for CA. His room was.. wait, his WHOLE house, is like a damn mosquito coil.!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa, anywhere in his house if a gud spot for smokes. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;Whats better, he stays beside CC. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i ordered Mac delivery in the middle of the night cos i was dying.&lt;br /&gt;a dying man cant think.&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, diet aside now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are a dread. Why cant the papers be like compositions, u know, writing summary. HAHAHA. damnit. and its soooo boring. Canot go out, no fun, no nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh wait, anybody wana go 'krunkfest'. Some party held at sentosa on 1st sept. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo. lunch is ready! out out out! BYEEE.&lt;br /&gt;ze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115579348697853411?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115579348697853411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115579348697853411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughts-of-you-kept-oozing-in-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115564041281328418</id><published>2006-08-15T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:16:34.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever thought of wad an engineering student would be studying?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a little insight that i thought would be interesting to show ya'll.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/4.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115564041281328418?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115564041281328418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115564041281328418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/ever-thought-of-wad-engineering.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115560061033165881</id><published>2006-08-14T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:19:24.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;a moment we've all been waiting for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw liao screw liaos!&lt;br /&gt;omg, ACS totally goner.&lt;br /&gt;and wana know wads worst, the rest are coming as well. argg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niways. somehow, i had a new nick-name today. Ko ro ke tak.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to shahrin the big toe. HAHAHA.. Well actually it meant crocodile. But how it came about. totally NOO idea =/&lt;br /&gt;(if u tell me its my braces, i'll make ur row of teeth drop.. *bites*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNND.. one more ting.   AYABIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/cf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/hod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/hod.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes the SG ver. of lucify soooo poserish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niang u shuld hav let me hear ur dad scream at you. REALLLY. means more DTF if i recorded it down and threaten u with it! DAMN, i was secretly wishing u hung the phone the wrong way so i can hear u getting screamed all over like some peanut mule liger chicken cow. HAHAHAHAHAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, u duno bout the liger right. ONE MORE DTF trip! YEAYYY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now people, teach u something new today.&lt;br /&gt;wen u have a lion and a tiger doing something artistic like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/LIGER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/LIGER.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll get a hybrid of it called the 'LIGER'!!&lt;br /&gt;taadaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/hfferverver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/hfferverver.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is totally cute cos its obedient and HUGE! Yup.&lt;br /&gt;A mule is when a horse fucks a donkey. Well it has always been this case cos the donkey, which is never the superior, is dumb fucker shit so it always have to get fucked and not for once, fuck a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wad happens when a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/CHCIKEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/CHCIKEN.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/worm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/worm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/COWW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/COWW.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL GET..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/2760464263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/2760464263.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA..!! ok, this aint that nice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But she's makin far too much noise and its irritating.&lt;br /&gt;PM me for tt original picture. &lt;br /&gt;LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE!! =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115560061033165881?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115560061033165881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115560061033165881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/moment-weve-all-been-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115520811789110772</id><published>2006-08-10T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T04:08:37.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the few seconds after take off, i felt free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good good good i tell u!! Finally, solo approved and it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Little crosswind not much traffic and beautiful clouds. Yes, simply perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard OOP was done wrongly, so well. Planned to get fucked. Sorry i had to leave school early today guys. Not as if i can do much but no moral support neither. Feelin bad already. And erm, yea, lets see what we can do now. Dun wan nobody to forward this doped module yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit that I haven start studying yet and time is closing in. Alright, hav started but progressing pretty S-L-O-W-L-Y.. Damn, have to start to show that math fucker i m capable and potential FILLED. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last point to add, I MISS U and uh uh, not a dream no more. HAHAHA, no more R* or H**i.. lmao! sickening man. WTF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta date my shower now. &lt;br /&gt;Bye all  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115520811789110772?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115520811789110772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115520811789110772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/few-seconds-after-take-off-i-felt-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115511638399990593</id><published>2006-08-09T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:45:35.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anger is the one thing u cant get rid of by losing them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh the bands of the world unite. I was watchin mtv on this fucked boring day right now, WHICH was supposingly cool cos its national day, yet im at home.&lt;br /&gt;Till i came past this stupid little band called '183 CLUB~' which turned my day from bored to bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like they hav offended me but.. ok, they hav. Cos they look dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, hav u heard of them before? Now please agree they are so nonsensical and it kills to juz watch them sing. Thus, they got onto the hosting line. They are hosting this show right now at MTV asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alittle introductry of this fuckers, yes, they are TALL. VERY TALL. One of them acted in the MVP qing ren, if u even watch that show. Mr tallie who wore sunglasses hosting the damn show right now makes him fit the dumb name of the club.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we got mr traitor. He was previously from 5566. Now hes in 183. Peif said he's in both. WOW. So much for professionalism. Which mostly, in any case, proved him fit for the 'club'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, finally they changed to jay's MV. Rest my poor eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the thick hair cute face guy. Erm, i swear i seen him acting before somewhere. I shall so forgive him abit cos i feel he got nice nose. LMAO. AND i cant remember the name of that show he was in. Got pretty famous thou. The fact that he cant sing aso made nutin better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, two more unfamiliar-unwanted-not famous-uncute-seatfiller-useless dumbwits at the corner. Totally hidden. Where one of them tried to prove to the world he can do someting while singing. See his veins go popping which easily was covered by the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a band after ur HEIGHT is pratically dumb. Equipped with non musical nor dance talented crew and useless acting skills packed with non working nor funny or interesting brains that dont seem to tally with their conversation within themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Plus they cant sing! i bet they do lip sync EVERYDAY. And and and it suck even! FIVE ass in a group make it bad and for that little money they gona earn by showing their biceps and shiny ohh-i-have-birdsnest-and-SKII-everyday faces will be split too juz cents for each and every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will never make it big! Not as if i wana care nor do i have anything to do with them, but why do they wana even try hogging up the screen when they can invite some niceys up on tv!&lt;br /&gt;I BET MTV'S LOSING MONEY! Only reason why they are invited cos they are cheap in terms of contract. THIS MUST BE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris hilton. She hav this new song and it was up in the billboard pretty quick. Not bad but still, uber whoreish at the MV. Go see it and u'll know she treats all the guys in the world as poles and can snog on. AND tell me, since shes fucking filthy fichie rich. Could it be possible she buys all her CDs herself so she reach the top notch so quickly? LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and daddy went for that national day ting at the stadium. Which meant freedom for that old woman is out of the house. Yet i m not doin anything near constructive nor fun and (AH FUCK, EVERY TIME AFTER ANY COMMERCIAL I HEAR 'HUAN YING HUI LAI, WO MEN SHI 183 CLUB~' , LIKE WE DONT KNOW! RARRRR!) its so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, have to go. Totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115511638399990593?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115511638399990593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115511638399990593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/anger-is-one-thing-u-cant-get-rid-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115504271413332423</id><published>2006-08-08T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:20:52.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy National Day to Everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, congrats to myself for passing the RT oral!&lt;br /&gt;YEAAAA!! -clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;One more to hummer, i m awarded a trophy by some egg tart-io flabswipe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/BBF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/BBF.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be the skimmpiest piece of crap u can find. But its for ME. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one less trouble off my lil cute arse. Anyway, national day's tml. Which i felt is fucked up cos i haven hand in my project. Which the lecturer responsible for it had a class on weds. Now that tml's a holiday, i've to go look for him one on one in his little fucked office on thurs. Damn, yea anyway, before i forget, all the luck in the world to all you people out there who's exams are coming. Mug or no mug, ur choice. Lucks and balls to u all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, regarding this news bout that dumb gurl, or isit a guy. Who proclaims that 'braces are a IN thing now, so much so that when her time's up, she refuses to take them out cos she feels it's cool'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz wana pass on a huge FUCK-YOU on ur i-dun-have-money-nor-looks-just-braces face. Who the heck wans leafy greens stuck on ur metal mouth everytime u eat! Stand in front of the mirror to brush, floss and pour that sick asswipey listerine citrus tasting liquid into your mouth which can pratically waste our precious 20-25mins of time! Unless that bimbo hav too much to spare. Plus, u dont have to make ur love for it public! Now everyone with braces are notified as 'fashion' lovers like u! puny peabrain face of a monkey poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone, ive watched TOKYO DRIFT! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, i've found out that its not Mila nor Mia.&lt;br /&gt;its NEELA. hahaha, now take that down alright.&lt;br /&gt;And this is her sweet piece of shit i have been drooling all over since the day i knew its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/tokyo%20drift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/tokyo%20drift.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINT IT SWEEET. Mazda RX8. ooooh yea. Collecting a speed ticket of 180km/h on one of this sweeties can beat 200 orgasms ANYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, funny thing, daddy came up to me and ask if i wana watch 'the lakehouse' with him. HAHAHA. I went like 'errrrr'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's my secret blog 'on-da-ball' closet reader. So if ur reading this from your office right now, please go back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid uncle came from malaysia with his dumb friend to my place the other day. U see, this 2 fella kinda brought this ting call the 'Di Zhi Gui' which directly translation brings you 'Ground Paper Turtle' (Turtle as in, wu gui)&lt;br /&gt;Yea. the whole ting about tis Di zhi gui is confucius teachings. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;And his friend! I SWORE I HEARD HIM CLEARED HIS NOSE AND IT KINDA LIKE DROPPED ONTO A PLATE AT MY SINK. Nauseating piece of information but ARHH.. cant he go to the toliet and do it in the fucking TOLIET BOWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wads worst. That oxymoron left this hefty pile of VCDs for my old mother and there she is right now, mesmerized by that old man on tv trying to brainwash people about how they shuld live life and be caring and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There, u got hear anot, muz be filial to ur parents'&lt;br /&gt;Yup, thats exactly wad my mom jus said. &lt;br /&gt;See my point already? Damn, life's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shal digress abit for ive been contemplating this fact for eons and now i shall share this little thought cos this fucker is irritating me on MSN. Now, do u cringe everytime u hear this on tv or even with your friends where one party will go 'i love you not for money, nor for ur pamela bust or einstein brains' bla bla bla. &lt;br /&gt;Which pratically is bullcrap, erm, 4/5 of the time. Aint we made with this inbuilt sensors where our feelings and eyes goes for the biggest catch we can find. We only fuck the best breeds within touch. Even my little guppies does so. We only want the best for ourselves, in other words, what we FEEL is best for us. &lt;br /&gt;Thus please buddy, stop it. The absurdity of every statement u punched to me is killing my cells. Ur sickening. And even if its touching to her, go tell her. Not me! Does my face spell 'pussy'? Plus i dont know u very well. I preach to thee, PLEASE, Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the exams are round the corner, there's nuthing much goin on lately. Lest my hair growing so slowly. Oh, hair! i saw Hagrid today! HAHAHA, finished my RT oral and i saw Hagrid under my block. He's so cool and i bet he can trap a whole hive of bees in it. Lmao. &lt;br /&gt;And MRT people, please revised ur tapping and opening of ur gantries system. &lt;br /&gt;Stop CLAMPING meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last ting to add, my chinese aint bad cos its B4.. SO PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, phew. &lt;br /&gt;DONE&lt;br /&gt;-angel grins-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115504271413332423?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115504271413332423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115504271413332423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-national-day-to-everyone-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115477469579497181</id><published>2006-08-05T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T06:06:25.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who am i to make u wait?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To A : thanks for the 3km run ytd night thou u juz finish work. I really appreciated it. Needed it so much. Plus u look really funny running in jeans and bare-footed. At least i carried ur stupid handbag half way back which made me look gay looking ok. So fair la can.. HHAHA.. Let go for another run soon. But not that late la. Mom got abit worried when i came home. Who runs till 1.45 in the middle of the night?! lols =)&lt;br /&gt;totally W material. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lv3 : Finally oh toyko drift we're coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon : Less MSN, more mugging. Fuck the 190 n say hello to flabs man. LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird : U stupid shit. Stop singing la! Thats totally not a way to cheer someone up man.. HAHAHA.. IRRITATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all : MUG HARD AND TAKE GOOD CARE. byeeeeeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115477469579497181?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115477469579497181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115477469579497181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-am-i-to-make-u-wait-to-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115468977470033963</id><published>2006-08-04T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T04:09:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i can, i'll prove it. &lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115468977470033963?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115468977470033963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115468977470033963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-i-can-ill-prove-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115461682056150914</id><published>2006-08-03T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:53:40.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To invent an airplane is nothing. To build one is something. To fly is everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant swtich on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, had my braces on yesterday and now, i cant eat for fuck. Hahaha, so sorry i cant attend the birthday thing alright. Understand me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND  here's the list of movies i wana watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)toyko drift&lt;br /&gt;2)The lakehouse&lt;br /&gt;3)Click&lt;br /&gt;4)Helen, the baby fox ..... HAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, yea. Which is practically all the movies they have right now. But its so attractive and cool and nice! Either the trailers are playin a fool with mE, or its REALLY nice.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. HAVE TO WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;but the bitch of the matter is that its near our exam period. So how!! &lt;br /&gt;Irritating!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone, please. Come and watch it NOW before the exams come.&lt;br /&gt;Will it end after my exams!?&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,my hp nearly went out of batt. Poddy went out as well. And i smartly found a place right inbetween a HUGE man that smell of cabbage and on the other side, a sleeping indian. So, yea. I kinda leg fight with mr Big Show. HAHAHA, in the end he moved away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HAIL ME THIS TIME.. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Byebye mr cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my projects are coming to an end. In which i hav about 2-3 left for next week. Excluding my RT oral and my CAAS exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life like a fallen king.&lt;br /&gt;Im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115461682056150914?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115461682056150914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115461682056150914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-invent-airplane-is-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115442953751206280</id><published>2006-08-01T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:52:17.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody told me ive only got one chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your attitude,&lt;br /&gt;Not aptitude,&lt;br /&gt;Will determine your altitude in life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tt from my school's aerodynamics bla bla lab. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Today's dry. Nothing to promote nor critise about except the fact that i'm cool and smart and nice and kind and all the nice tings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many projects. I am stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/stressigned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/stressigned.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115442953751206280?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115442953751206280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115442953751206280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/08/nobody-told-me-ive-only-got-one-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115436283880959549</id><published>2006-07-31T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T09:24:40.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i knew how to quit you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGA MANIA~ i've never been to one, but guess what. Today's virgin visit was fantastic. Credits of the world to m***a. HAHAHAHAHA! uber uber uber c**es.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe far cry from &lt;em&gt;my slutball&lt;/em&gt; but still.. lols.&lt;br /&gt;And i m not ***** la u!! Shut up u stupid idiot. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;You shuld hav told me ur coming, can pass u ur prezzie there n then. save the trouble man. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, one point i wana add. Debrief was the worst ting CADC can have. As in, literally. haha, fuck it. Really, i see no point to it! Do they bring the previous year's notes in preparation for this recent's event? I fucking dont think so. Then why is there 'debrief' in the first place. The thought of it dont even make sense. Plus, its like some mini gathering. HAHA, thats the closest ting it can get to, logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway. I have to do my AES project already. So thats bout it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAOUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115436283880959549?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115436283880959549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115436283880959549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wish-i-knew-how-to-quit-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115426112050093473</id><published>2006-07-30T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T05:41:52.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will i make you proud?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i am a happy boy now. I got my Ipod video already! &lt;br /&gt;WAKAKAKAKAKA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/Image%28419%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/Image%28419%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever smell Indi** oil? Bet u did. U know, those kind they put on the hair to make it more.. erm, i duno.. more something. Not that its smelly, but pretty 'heavy'. BUT, thats not the point, cos when it fuses with BO. WAA lmao! Not trying to be racist here. And I so wish i culd upload it online. Soon, nobody wuld ever visit my blog EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, one more ting to add. Do u know each of us hav this unique smell. And sometimes, u will juz 'smell' a particular person's scent out of no where. Cos for the pass few seconds, i thought i had j*l**a's scent in my nostrils. HAHA, TOTALLY random i know. But, yea.. It juz came out of no where. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nothing else liao.&lt;br /&gt;except the fact i m grinning to my little ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Thou its juz one small little mp3. HAHAH! &lt;br /&gt;feel like a kid again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, sorry. That was way off course. &lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115426112050093473?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115426112050093473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115426112050093473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/will-i-make-you-proud-haha-i-am-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115416426751485638</id><published>2006-07-29T02:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:11:07.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BREAK BREAK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. Did i tell you that i saw daphanie at Dover mrt.&lt;br /&gt;U know, that previous singapore idol contender. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty but petite. HAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its not her i wana comment about thou, u see, she had this glittering thing on her face. Its like a shape of a.. something.. cant rmb how it looks like..&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY, HAHA, its so unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its everywhere la, juz that i duno nia. But i dun think i've seen anyone wif that so far. Takes confidence for such a small little blink thing. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yea. Thats all. HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115416426751485638?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115416426751485638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115416426751485638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/break-break-oh-wait_115416426751485638.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115415795899349888</id><published>2006-07-29T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:25:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My blackjack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early in the morning for SYFC. and it suck.&lt;br /&gt;So so so tired. Nvm, gona hide on my bed later cos its such a beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;I drove home wif dad's car just now. HAHAA. so scary. I kinda tricked him onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let me drive! erm, ok, near the end liaos. i canot find anywhere to stop lehs. Why not i send u home la?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! smart-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, thou my rabbit is pretty stupid and it have temper all the time. Dropping fur every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;But today i came home and found it hiding underneath my bed. So as i was changin it hopped out and juz stood there and lick me. On my toes. HAHAHAA, pretty dumb. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling was like.. hmm... priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gona continue my project. Study abit and prepare for tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. Cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/bitbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/bitbit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115415795899349888?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115415795899349888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115415795899349888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-blackjack-i-woke-up-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115409832369551558</id><published>2006-07-28T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:06:44.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;commit the oldest sins, the newest kind of ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOP test was CRAZY! TOTALLY CHAOS. Everyone was coping and the lecturer was still smiling away. But the ironic thing is, none knew how to complete the damn program and thus, gona fail like AGAIN. But i did a little math during the exam and all i need is to pass my next mini project, so... CAN LA HOR. lmao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PEOPLE OF 2A01. Which implies specifically to TF, AHTONG, WENJIE and some other idiots. ITS NOT FUNNY THAT I CANT CHEW BREAD, CRUNCH ICE, EAT CHICKEN CHOP OR TAKE MEE GORENG. U FAT BASTARDS. RWAR!  and TF, u made me drink that stupid minute maid when i wanted QOO. U STUPID IDIOT!! BLAHHHHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i met this very funny man today. This bangala. U see, i went to play pool wif tf at CCK. (Alright, i was complaining about how time is against me and all, but then, hahahah! play first then say la hor) on the way hm in the train right, this man gave his seat to this old lady. I mean, fine la, then this nice mr bangala, lol, he stood up and showed a lady at about 30s or 40s at most, the cue to seat. HAHA, which she then kindly refused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr cute bangala den felt paisei-ed to return to his seat! So i thought it was kinda 'wasteful' to let the seat go cold. HAHAHAHA! i waited and stalked the damn little opening like a vulture for a stop and see if anyone wana be the next contender. But everyone juz stood like a statue. &lt;br /&gt;THEN I SEAT LUH! omg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutest thing was, if u are pondering that why nicey Mr bangala gave his seat and felt maybe he's somewhere near his stop. WRONG. i thought that was the case too, but he didnt even alight even after i left. Which was 7-8 stops after i landed my fat lump of arse on the lukewarm plastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, whats on mr bangala's mind when he gave that seat away.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, wrong judgement luh i presume. Damn, tt lady muz haf felt kinda 'old' after that. Or maybe he wana be a gentleman too, after seeing that other chinese guy giving up his seat. LOL, funny world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i haven even practised my practical. At least, not all. Exam of that subject on monday. RAWR&lt;br /&gt;called auntie and she says im flying, followed by oral on Sunday morning. Saturday morning aso have ground school. After that going out wif adrian or something. Means weekends burn. I NEED SLEEP. But if sleep, monday seems to reach faster! HAHAHA, canot luh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erm.. yea, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;My background paper will be YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115409832369551558?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115409832369551558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115409832369551558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/commit-oldest-sins-newest-kind-of-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115401119997411801</id><published>2006-07-27T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T07:48:35.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you, never will i need to live twice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is my normal daily diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)milo&lt;br /&gt;2)wax(the one u put at the sharp edges of the metal brackets)&lt;br /&gt;3)soya bean milk!&lt;br /&gt;4)more soya bean&lt;br /&gt;5)more wax&lt;br /&gt;6)softy noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, thats all. Forget about cutting down weight unless milo is water and powder. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and its very irritating. Feeling like some old man.&lt;br /&gt;Ah tong, stop chewing in front of me and i will never go kopitiam and buy bread dipped into milo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RWAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is OOP practical test. Totally goner&lt;br /&gt;hahaa and i've not been flying. Lacking behind the rest for 2-3 sorties. That sucked even more. &lt;br /&gt;More due dates next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trapped in my lift the second time today. At the fifth floor. It juz stops, open at the 5th floor. then closes itself and move up to the 12. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hav u heard about the 'notebook' movie? If i'm not wrong la, visit pokemon's blog and watch tt video. TOTALLY AWESOMMME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mus tatter off to my projects now.&lt;br /&gt;And bitch suck. ME WAIT? ASK THE PROJECTS WAIT LUH!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, full of shit la u =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fun anyway. Guitar and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;OK! off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zenology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115401119997411801?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115401119997411801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115401119997411801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-you-never-will-i-need-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115393491503448756</id><published>2006-07-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:40:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERIOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, and so again. i stressed my dislike for taxi drivers. If anyone of u reading this and hav a father driving a cab, unless he's the one tt shove me off, ure not in my target point. And if he sadly is, ur dad suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it goes like this, my drama day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily i went to sch for a one hr lesson cos i culdt wake up. All my final fags and pizza i culd hav. bla bla bla. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so had to do my practicals after school to practise. yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL i went for my extrations. So as usual, the weather is fucked. I waited for the damn bus like for 40 mins. Sat there as the thought of my teeth being tugged out like carrots and blood spilling all over raced thru my mind gazillion times. The caterpiller bus came, i went to register, suprising today was pretty fast. Hav a overall cleaning before he glued in the braces cover metal piece of someting in. Then he told me about the new metal wire ting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAAA.. ok, extractions. &lt;br /&gt;'We normally will extract 2 teeth on one side so u can eat, and a few weeks later, i take out another two'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he jabbed in tt two sticks of pain, and tugged me out like an idiot. I remember him squinting as he pull and tugged, kinda like fought wif my little teeth as i felt it being dragged out of my gums. &lt;br /&gt;2 down, then i gave him the cue to take out another two so i can finish it all at a go.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, he took off wif the jabs again, the tugging and shoving.. I duno if its me, but i thought i saw alil blood spilled on that lamp above me. No joke. The nurse was cleaning it.  =l&lt;br /&gt;I swore i cant feel fuck except for my thick lips. Tried bitting and pinching my lips and i feel nothing. Which i thought was pretty cool. HAHAHA. And regretted later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT. so this is it, get to DA PAO and keep my little teeth, all 4 of it. Some wax for my braces metal little tingy, and cotton for my toothless gaps. By that time, i cant feel a fuck for the anesatic ting is working at its max. SO, i wanted to hail a cab so i can go hm straight u see, i was drooling like a idiot and i cant feel a fuck. Lips felt so swelled and my teeth hurts. I culdt communicate so i had to type it out on my handphone. I tried 6 or 7 cabs and none took me in cos they said its too far.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT, WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;COMON, GOOD MONEY MAN. its peak period. I WILLING TO PAY MORE TOO! WHYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last helpless attemp, i told the uncle i can pay more. like really. Send me home. He shoo me away. I so wish i slammed so hard the door juz drop at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i fucking went to wait for the pussy shuttle bus, tke it to queenstown and hav MRT to send me home. It took 50mins. Yes, i sat there in pain and torment for 50mins doing nothing but stare into blank space the whole time as a matter of fact. some of u kind souls tried to called me and ask how isit, sorry i hanged ur phone. But u guys are pretty dumb la. NO TEETH. TOTALLY not in a mood nor am i capable of talking without my drool being spilled all over the place. The only one i answered was my dad, hoping he wuld come pick ME up instead. HAHAHA, but he working la. no chance. And he kept calling. IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, nvm, the bus came. like FINALLY. kinda squeezed up the bus and went to queenstown. Till jurong east, at tt time, i swear i was literally drinking blood cos my cotton was so soaked wif saliva and blood mixed. It suck. I remembered the doc saying someting about, 'apply pressure to stop bleeding'. &lt;br /&gt;I regretted.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda squeezed the cotton, cos it was so soaked. The mix came ozzing out like mad and i had to let it flow down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;Bet u cringing huh. It suck. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i reached JE still in bad pain, THAT FUCKING TRAIN IS TO YEWTEE AND I HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE WHICH IS LIKE 7 MINS LONG. I'm like, wad the fuck! How come so suay one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty fuming, wen my train arrived. Guess wad, this smelly indian stepped on my toes and pushed me aside so he can get a seat. MEANS I NO SEAT!! I WANTED TO SHOUT BUT I CULD EVEN OPEN MY MOUTH! Lips are so numbed i cant feel fuck with the stinging pain in my mouth. I was helpless verbally la! like fucking begger! So i juz shove him back and he turn and stare, then said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;RWARRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;and the damn heck of tt train is so noisy. Stupid peak period. All u working people juz take a damn cab home can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U! GIVE ME UR SEAT, I DONT NEED UR SORRY! i wanted to juz talk to him and spill all my bloody drool on him, juz like wad worm suggested. RWAR! HOW COME SINGAPOREANS LIKE TT ONE!! FUCK U LAAAA! U FUCKING INDIAN! ok, juz HIM alright.&lt;br /&gt;So no seat, peak period, fucking furious, aircon's a bitch cos its like NOT working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised my handphone, number '8' button cracked into half =.=""&lt;br /&gt;WAA, wana kill already. And at number 897248002 stop, this lady and her little toyol bitch came in. So alittle while later, the little fat bitch started making noise to contribute to the ALREADY effing noisy train just because she wana sit down. Not being able to realise her needs, she cried. THATS IT. i juz stared at the mother like i can kill her there and then. Mentally i culd see myself slapping tt little THING so bad she dies. I NEED HER DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My numb-ess around my mouth starts to go off. My tooth-less spots started to hurt and my lips still feeling numb like mad. TOTALLY WRONG PLACES  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i stood there like a shagged dog. till marsiling. I found my one and only precious seat. But it lasted until woodlands cos i gave it up to this old woman.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKER, CANOT COME AT DIFFERENT TIME. WHY MUST MY TRAIN! &lt;br /&gt;but tt one still nvm, good deed. Redeem myself from all the karma.&lt;br /&gt;Goes against my nature to see tt old hag stand. &lt;br /&gt;BUT still, regretted it abit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally home, on aircon like ice cold, mom made SOYABEAN for me. HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;and then slp till now. &lt;br /&gt;So that was my fucked day&lt;br /&gt;But bright side, no more teeth plucking for me&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done wif my chatter.&lt;br /&gt;im out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;br /&gt;(4) tooth-less loti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115393491503448756?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115393491503448756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115393491503448756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/period-alright-and-so-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115384939552344740</id><published>2006-07-25T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:32:38.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;cup of cappucino love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mind map today u see, cos i felt so stressed and fucked with everyting crumbling onto me this 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;So i thought tt wuld be the best way to get myself organised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/mindmap.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/mindmap.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/mindmapp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/mindmapp.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it dont really matter how i plan my time u see. Its like, winning is winning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona get pass it still.&lt;br /&gt;But i lack of time! i need TIME people. For fuck sake someone get me that magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the purchase of my ipod(due to the hot popularity it gets from everyone) will be this Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;A white one as she proposed, and then study wif ahtong. like for real.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those times where im telling u very clearly that i m gona study. lols&lt;br /&gt;cos usually when i say tt, i'll shit a brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know wad, i wana get a car AND a bike man. HAHAA&lt;br /&gt;trust me, its COOL! Sat alien's vespa today for the 4 time maybe?&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY AWESOME. Thou it cant go REALLY fast but still.. UBER COOLIOS&lt;br /&gt;But my bdae is like.. SO LONGGGGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;fuck, once i get my license... all the ahbengs in the world can bite dust!! &lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm so gona smoke em. And stupid airhead mr cock-block taxi drivers. One nearly got me n alien killed today la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RWAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, hahahah, near death experience was kinda exciting actually. The horns and us screaming. lols!!! Ok, maybe it WASNT that bad so... yea..&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, i m done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out, zhengee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115384939552344740?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115384939552344740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115384939552344740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/cup-of-cappucino-love-i-made-mind-map.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115364758881633645</id><published>2006-07-23T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T05:19:06.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my hero, my lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u hav the papers today, take a flip and theres this article bout the new 'Ipod killer' called ZUNE. Fucking MP3 with like loads of other nicey effects and capabilities. If this goes on, when the heck am i gona have my MP3!! DAMNIT. I'm at the verge to dropping my plans on the Ipod video liaos. But if this drags on any further, i'll never fucking own a mp3 man! SOMEBODY SAVE ME! &lt;br /&gt;Do me a favour, vote for me by taggin me.&lt;br /&gt;choose between:  (1)Ipod video   OR      (2)ZUNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was super boring. Have to read my RT oral shit. Wanted to call my love, stupid idiot out but YOU ARE NOT ONLINE! AND NOW U COMPLAIN,SAYING YOU ARE! Papa brings u out for sushi. WHAT ABOUT ME! PAPA! I WANT SUSHI TOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. I watched some funny movie in the afternoon. Damn the bitch is on the wheels man. And steve irwin. U know tt croc hunter? He's taking shots of crocs and snakes with hot models with bums of steel for some magazine la!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK I WANA CATCH CROCS TOO. Those models are inhumane. They hav features of an angel but who knows, maybe brains of flies.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, im just jealous alright! FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life revolves about trying to know what ur opposition is thinking, i feel female psyche is the whole ball of the game. Sometimes their such a schmuck. But the damn point is, i dig that. Hmm, Ok, not so compulsive. Lets say 'WE' dig that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently picked on this total prick up my arse right now and i duno wad to do with it. Damn, i need some manual tat says 'make him fuck off in 60seconds'. Totally buying it. Cos he's fucking irritating me man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been boozing people, i m fat cos i fucking ate all the damn food in the world. I dont do weeds neither. SO fucking accept that. I will refuse to say 'take it or leave it' I need friends for i presume they will all leave. LMAO! and i m trying to slim down man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH JEES, that is totally wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now i sound like some vain pussy damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i hav gazillion thoughts that runs along the line 'intellectually stimuating' and 'rubbish' altogether now. But sometimes, you juz dont respond to it as much as u want to. The flare to go blabbering to infinity will never die for the pure reason of humanity and self respect, maybe self attention needs. And to inform the world bout recent personal confidences shall nv come across as easy as finding a needle in a haystack. So with that, i shall stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to nobody except tt bitch.&lt;br /&gt;And for the fact tt i m zen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rule&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115364758881633645?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115364758881633645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115364758881633645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hero-my-lover-if-u-hav-papers-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115358697708301137</id><published>2006-07-22T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T10:18:50.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P*sed. Com* o*, juz t* me ser* f* on* c*? C*N AN*?&lt;br /&gt;*O H*D AH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN* ITS N* F*!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DULAN-ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115358697708301137?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115358697708301137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115358697708301137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/psed.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115354320527121667</id><published>2006-07-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:49:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;we all fly in our dreams, and wen we wake up, we long for that inner freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overslept today, so no YFC oral. Luckly i called JS and he said it was cancelled. WA, so fried if it isnt. kns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im not wrong right, we are having our NATIONAL DAY~ on a wed.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, yes, that means no school! yea-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Ok wads gona happen that day (in the staduim) is the same old thing luh, u go in, play games with the host. Gurmit, tt huge yo yo guy (cant rmb his name), and 2 other female hosts. No name either. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Then the padang waves, then the march in, the FIGHTER PLANES, hahahaa, and songs, fireworks then hm. But every time we wana go to such places is for the goody bags right! Ok theres this flag in it, one bottle of water, one red n white inflatable stick so u can hit to make some noise, which is kinda loud actually. A cap with flickering Singapore flag in front, and a HP with light. HAHA. yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures from my previous NDP family day visit. HAHA, I KNOW VERY SLOW LA, but haiya, nvm luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/Motivator%20Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/Motivator%20Shirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in with them, HAHA. Mr and Miss motivators. U know, those stand in front and dance those kind. LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/Singapore%20Flag%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/Singapore%20Flag%21%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/This%20Is%20NIce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/This%20Is%20NIce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/NS-Men%20%20%20Abit%20of%20gers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/NS-Men%20%20%20Abit%20of%20gers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/So%20Formal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/So%20Formal.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/Singapore%20Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/Singapore%20Flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our new apaches~ that back two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/Lousy%20Pliots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/Lousy%20Pliots.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE FIGHTER PLANES! F16s FULL AFTERBURNERS! WAAAAAAA~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and lasty, our fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/1600/Short%20Range%20Fireworks.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1243/1543/320/Short%20Range%20Fireworks.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres more luh, but u lazy to see, i aso lazy to post.&lt;br /&gt;thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Be back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;LZE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115354320527121667?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115354320527121667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115354320527121667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-all-fly-in-our-dreams-and-wen-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115348868619419366</id><published>2006-07-21T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T06:31:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The more it eludes you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH fuck. Today is a sad day for miss cbpf.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i used that cos i dun tink anyone would know la.&lt;br /&gt;no offence. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Felt so fucked.  too wols.&lt;br /&gt;My fleshimp shirt is GONE &lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trusty nokia is finally working! HURHURS. after so long. I think ah, cos i dropped it the last time, den it started to get sick. No vibration. Ytd i dropped it again. Den it got well. HAHAHA. but main point is, HIGHER CHANCES OF WAKING UP LUH!&lt;br /&gt;best~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached school the EARLIEST today. Cos i nv go this morning lessons for 3 times already. To compensate, HAHA, and its cos of gu niang monster that made me go school THAT early. I reached my class, sat there play computer like for half an hr before the first classmate came. i'm like... OMG..&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, gud student once in a while aint bad for a change. &lt;br /&gt;At least that lecturer knows 'wa, not bad'&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next wk exams, projects, braces, RT oral and CAAS exam. I nid external storage for my brains ah! No more fun, no more nice food.. HOW CAN LUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complain aso no use. Bo bians. Damn, life's tough. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyuh. go FM liaos.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;zen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115348868619419366?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115348868619419366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115348868619419366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-it-eludes-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30098858.post-115339631526926675</id><published>2006-07-20T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:51:55.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The use of excessive courtesies should be avoided.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got enough.&lt;br /&gt;"WA! so long nv see u! Grow tall le hor.. Eh, how come so fat now?'&lt;br /&gt;OMG! piss-a-nology. lol, really that fat mehs?&lt;br /&gt;WTF, fine. I shall face it like a man!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAA, i m DIETING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for eons for my dad to arrive with his new car outside seletar airbase today, he bragged about it all the way home when its just some stupid altis. Get an RX-8!! I am willing to clean ur shoes forever daddy!! HAHAHA pretty please~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, on my 18th bdae. The very moment i finish school, i'll go enroll. My aim for this year. lols. And the FM is very addictive sia!&lt;br /&gt;Damn TF. all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shagged out by the fuckedup projects. Hahaa, how as if ive done everything, duno why.. it took me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no more fags, dun wan my teeth stained when the braces are on. &lt;br /&gt;so... yea.&lt;br /&gt;my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my aims,&lt;br /&gt;but you are my dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios. &lt;br /&gt;SUPERZEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30098858-115339631526926675?l=mrloti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115339631526926675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30098858/posts/default/115339631526926675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrloti.blogspot.com/2006/07/use-of-excessive-courtesies-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Loti-talks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03627342663913647812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
